<?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-5356657483027589009</id><updated>2011-10-07T23:04:18.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captin Planet says:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-6636559054840568320</id><published>2011-05-06T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:10:38.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Guy</title><content type='html'>Within my first year at &lt;em&gt;Denny's Pet World&lt;/em&gt; he called me a friend and told me I was one of his favorite co-workers. He use to invite me to hang out and to parties; now he wont even look at me. One moment we were talking and laughing. and the next thing I know; he is cold as ice.&lt;br /&gt;He is passive aggressive towards me, he calls me "fucking stupid", says I make Denny's looks bad, and laughs behind my back. He purposely gives me more work than others when I have backroom because he likes to keep me busy; even though I don't have to be asked to not dilly around the store. When we pass each other I smile, but he wont even give me eye contact. If I don't move aside, he would run into me when we are about to pass each other; I submit and I wish I didn't. I try to say 'hi" or "good morning" or I try to start small talk, but he will either say nothing to me or give me a one-word reply; that makes me feel like he's trying to tell me to shut-up.&lt;br /&gt;I have never had someone in my life that &lt;em&gt;hated &lt;/em&gt;me so much. I feel scared and anxious to work, especial when I have backroom.  I am scared and stressed out to the point I cry to myself in the back because I am so overwhelmed by the work load and the demand to finish quickly; all because another co-worker complains that I take to long, even though no one notices when I do get done quickly or no one sees the amount of work &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;gave me.&lt;br /&gt;I try again, and again, and again, and again, and for 4-years I have tried to be friendly to him. I know I have had my times I ram heads with him, but its only because I am tired of this treatment and I am hurt. I know everyone at works knows I "hate" him because I've said so, but the truth is I don't really hate him; I'm just really sad. I know if he would admit the hurt he caused and apologized; I would forgive him and offer to be friends once again.&lt;br /&gt;There have been times he had seen that I cried or I just vibrate  depression; that I think I detect sympathy to me and he gives me a  "brake". There are small and few times he's like his old self, like the first year we worked with each other, and I gradually put my guard down to the illusion before me; and before I know it, he's being the true definition of an ass-whole. Its happened too many times that I know longer trust him, but now those small windows of "kindness" no longer occur. I think his loath towards me, may have grown.&lt;br /&gt;I've had multiple nightmares of going up to him and asking why he hates me so much and he's says something, but of coarse I can't tell what it is. There would be tears and hugs and then I would wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;can't figure out what happened; where this all turned around to the worse. Was it me? Did I do something? Did I manifest this?  I &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;can't figure out why a person who treats themselves and others poorly, who takes friendship or the fact people like them for granted, and yet &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; wants to be their friend. While I take friendship as an honorable thing, have very few people to call friend. Its all so back-words and this is why relationships make no sense to me. Its all so incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guy: &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/000693yb/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/000693yb/s640x480" alt="" width="365" border="0" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can find him here (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=100002445060111"&gt;www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He just made this page and for some reason it sadden me; I guess I feel so left out at work. I feel like a outcast, like when I was in school. I don't know what to do, but leave there. I feel like I've been chased out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-6636559054840568320?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6636559054840568320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/6636559054840568320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/6636559054840568320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-guy.html' title='This Is The Guy'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-4951088605367154603</id><published>2011-04-17T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:17:27.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pet stores</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know this is ironic and I know I have to filter this from some  people and keep in the down low until I have left my current job  completely, but from all my personal experience and from a professional  point of view; I would to like to help someone or start something where  people of the like-minded can come together and we can find a way to  make it ILLEGAL for pet stores to sell animals in the state of  Washington and hopefully make is nation wide law. By creating and  enforcing this law, we would prevent impulsive purchases on something  that should have been thoroughly thought through in the first place. By  creating this law we would be cutting the major funds of small animal  and puppy mills. We would see less dogs and cats on the streets, birds  in the air, and reptiles and fish roaming our wetlands. By  administrating this law I would hope to see a decrease of invasive  species taking over the territory of our native and natural creatures. I  think pets should come from breeders or rescue organizations. I would  like to think the people who really have to go out of their way to find  that ideal pet, be interviewed, and pay the amount asked (which I  imagine in not low); would go through all that just to regret it later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Coming from a family that should have been told no when it came to the purchase of a particular bird;  I feel strongly about pet stores only being a place with supplies and  food for our pets. Coming from a four year background at working in a  pet shop, I now know this is something that needs to be done. I know my  store takes care of animals better then others,  but customers and not  filtered and there is plenty of room where improvement could be done. I  know there's a lot to be thought of and I know there are a lot of people  who need to educated and I know this wont be easy, but I would like to  make a difference and I would like to be around when the day comes, when  only your local or chain pet store has the things you need to take care  of your future or current animal companion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-4951088605367154603?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4951088605367154603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2011/04/pet-stores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4951088605367154603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4951088605367154603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2011/04/pet-stores.html' title='pet stores'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-5280316559656278359</id><published>2010-11-17T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:11:11.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Thus Far</title><content type='html'>Sorry family I've been so gosty latley. I want to write, but not sure what to type. I feel an inspiration and then it leaves as quickly as it arrived, but I finally have something to share. This was written in my livejournal account, so when I was talking about reading past posts; I was talking about my blogs over there in livejournal. Here's what I wrote tonight and I felt it was perfect to share with you guys. A nice update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I visit this journal; I usual only take a glance at my previous posts and see how my "voice" and writing's been. As of latley, it sometime feels like the High School Jessie is finally getting to come out and act like a smitten kitten; she writes about boys and her own old  turmoil drama; which likes to visit occasionally in her mind. I would hope I have more to write than just the above, but life just has such an influence in one's arts and writing and why not? Its a great way of expressing the silent thoughts living vacant in the crevices of ones brain. Sometimes my cheeks begin to warm up and a light shade of red appears, when I read some of my past entries. I roll my eyes and think how silly I can be, but I remind myself its allowed. Life is filled with times of blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life thus far? Has been great and my challenge is working on stretching out the days I feel pure joy and gratitude. I was very correct when I said how I need to be more self neutering to my soul. A week ago the thoughts of money and where my life is going, showed it ugly face at my doorstep. I became quiet, so reserved Colin even ask more than once if I was ok. For a short while I wasn't feeling like myself; I wasn't feeling the joy I was wanting to feel and I wasn't sure how to find it. I get these odd periods of time when I'm emotionally lethargic; that's the best way I can describe it. I'm not feeling very excited about life (which is what I AM WANTING to feel), but I'm not depressed either. I'm just sitting in the center; waiting to tetertator (wow I spelled that right, according to google) to some human emotion. Its an odd sensation and it gets old; I would like to feel a current set of positive emotions; without an interruption, but I may know why I'm like this, I do believe its because I'm being a two-part being and leaving the soul out  when it came to living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know this? Well I was feeling the old sense of being in a limbo state of mind once again and I had just finished the current book of the series &lt;em&gt;Guardians of Ga'Hool &lt;/em&gt;and was waiting for the next book to be ready to be picked up at the library. I've been wanting to start up my current path of reading spiritual books and decided to finish the 2nd book of the series &lt;em&gt;Conversations with God: An Uncommon Dialog. &lt;/em&gt;I had maybe two more chapters to go before the book was done and I couldn't remember why I had stopped; when I was so close to being finished. I had done the same thing a year ago with book 1 and just like before, I randomly decided to continue book one on a Thursday (Thanksgiving to be exact) and last Thursday was the day I picked up book two to start up where I had left. Really bizarre. Just like a year before, I got back into the book quite quickly and was feeling pumped to turn to the next page and than once I flipped the last page over; I was ready to go to book three.  As I was reading the CWG books; I was filled with gratitude, peace, and joy. I was happy and thankful to be alive and getting to live. Once my missed feelings of loving life returned; I knew inside it was because my soul was being feed and payed attention to as I read and highlighted the pages. I want to remember this calm lesson and try to think other ways my soul can be taken care of, so I may continue to live and enjoy being a living being. Life is much easier when ones thoughts are producing positive vibrations and being alligned with the Universe and the desires they wish to manifest.  I'm not sure where I'm going with this blog, hahaha, I'm sorta just free writing and its sorta nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other occurrences in my past months; yesterday I was offered an additional day at work, so now I'm working four days at Denny's instead of three. This year is ending so perfectly and I'm really looking forward to next Wednesday morning and am so psyched for my new schedule! The only sad news is: today I had to say goodbye to the people I've been sharing my shift at the Aquarium. I'll be no longer working from 2-6pm on Wednesday, but hopefully will be working on Mondays at the afternoon time slot. Its exciting and scary, this will be a grand adventure and an opportunity to meet new people and make new friends. Me moving forward could also be offering me new networks and new information, so yes I'm thrilled, but shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0005e3te/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0005e3te/s320x240" width="240" border="0" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How are Colin and I? We have been together for three months and still love one another; we've been working on the &lt;em&gt;Conversations with God Workbook for Book 1 &lt;/em&gt;together. Its been really nice, we just started our first assignment on Monday night and we'll be reading a chapter every Sunday night. I read a little and then he reads some; its been great and I do believe its helping us to be closer. Sharing spiritual growth and experience's together has been wonderful to do with Colin. I've been encouraging him to eat dinner at his small dining table together. Last Monday night I made dinner and though his evening started with bummer news; I do like to think he began to feel better after dinner. I'm so proud of him, he hasn't smoke in two weeks and he's even refused cigarettes from friends at the Stepping Stone. It was his idea to do the &lt;em&gt;CWG workbook &lt;/em&gt;together; he's starting to read book books again, like how he's wished to do. He's creating music and playing his guitar more around me; he's also working in making a band with his new friend Brian. He's going back to the gym (I could do with some working out, but I still feel lazy) and I'm just very proud of him.  He still makes my heart swell with love and joy by just looking at him. He's going to be joining my family and I for Thanksgiving and I'm very excited to have my first Thanksgiving with a boyfriend; Colin will maybe also joining us for Christmas, which is exciting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Colin and appreciate everything about him and what he's done for me, for us. We still haven't had a fight and I refuse to have one with him and I don't think we will ever fight. We will have discussions, but because we are both mature and courteous to each others feelings; I just don't think its possible for those talks to turn into fights. We both had personal off days this week and were able to help the one in need of a boost. Either on Sunday or Monday he asked me how he's been doing as a boyfriend; if there's anything I may think needs to change (?). I said no and than asked him how I'm doing. He said I'm doing fine. I think if we continue to check in on our relationship and communicating to one another; our relationship will go far. I love and want to continue to have faith in us. I will live one day at a time and carry on with the fun I am having with this loving and sweet man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gained some personal inner growth these past few months and Colin has been a contributor. Thank you for all you've taught and still showing me! You are a perfect man for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-5280316559656278359?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5280316559656278359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-thus-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/5280316559656278359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/5280316559656278359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-thus-far.html' title='Life Thus Far'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-4228982691115551831</id><published>2010-09-02T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T09:52:38.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nc9xq-TVyHI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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 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href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/8104041703645660052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/8104041703645660052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-2912194094038174188</id><published>2010-07-08T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T13:05:03.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas I sorta like you, but only because of my family....I love Seattle more.</title><content type='html'>I'm in the airport, Dazie is by my side and my belongings are on the  other side of my chair. My shoes are off, my little black sweater is on,  and my colorful scarf is wrap perfectly around my slender neck. I  arrived at the airport late and on the way here I was starting to panic;  I've never been late before and what do they do for the people who miss  the flights? I asked my mom as she drove through &lt;em&gt;The Strip&lt;/em&gt;;  which is part of Vegas that everyone knows about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With colorful  buildings towering over the freeway and a forest of billboards running  along the side of the road, as it drowns the lookers eyes with advertisements and  slowly try to brainwash its viewers; that's the Strip for you. We pass it by without a second  glance. I don't particularly like Las Vegas and only come to see my  family and enjoy Red Rock Canyon; where I always snatch a rock or two  for my collection. The city is gross and everything that everyone thinks  of America (in a negative way) IS Las Vegas; not everyone is bad, but  this place is shallow and vain. This city thrives on the sins of others.  As business men cheat on their wives and gamble away their childrens  college funds; they walk through the city with little regret because the  saying &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, &lt;/span&gt;throbs at the  very edge of their thoughts. This city is sad...this city is gross, but  by god I love my family and will through aside my pride to just see the  faces of my beloved ones! It has been 10 years since I've been at The  Strip and I don't really think about it when I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother  told me she's not sure; I was worried we would have to purchase a whole  new ticket. She tells me not to worry because we still had 45 minuets  before I had to board.  She smoothly glides with the spiral road as it  leads us to my departure; my mother, calm and confident, parallel parks  her car next to the curb. There was no line leading to the outside  baggage check-in; I climb out quickly, so my mom wouldn't get into  trouble with the security guard.  I embrace my mom, wrapping my long limbs  around her shoulders as she encircles my waist with her arms; I hold  still, taking in her hug because I knew it would be months before I  could feel her warm body holding mine tightly. A mother's hug is never a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We separate and I walk up to the desk; the heat of the day causing my skin to produce little pearls of sweat on my arms and neck. Before I allow him to take my luggage; I ask him if I'm  allowed to check in two belongings without being charge. He says it  depends how much I want to spend. What? It costs money to check in any bags, 20 for one, 40 for two, and so-forth. Shit; I don't have any money on my  debit card. I turn around and thank goodness my mom hasn't left. I have  her come out and explain her the situation. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is stupid! Everyone  allows at least one bag to be checked in without any charge. Jetblue  allowed it and its a smaller plane!&lt;/span&gt; My mom takes out her plastic cash  and hands it to the man; the man asks again where I'm trying to get to.  Seattle. 5:10? No, my plane departs at 3:30. Sorry I can't check you  in, you'll have to go inside, there's a 45 minuet cut-off. What to do?  My mom can't leave the car and I have no money to pay for my belongings  to be checked-in. The security guard must have seen my panic look  blatantly laying across my face. He asks what's up and I tell him my dilemma; he was very kind and said my mom could park her car there and he would watch it. Thank you sur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk in, me all flushed and worried. We get to desk and as I tell the man where I'm  trying to get; he says the same thing as the man outside. There is a 45  minuet cut-off to check in luggage because it takes so long to get the gate. Damn it, but its ok we're not charged for putting me on the next flight. I'll have to wait two hours, but I don't mind; I have my  computer, books, and my imagination to kill time with. The man who  helped us was very friendly and kind. He was professional in every way as he boarded me for the later flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hug and kiss my mom good-bye once more; I watch her walk towards her car, watching that beautiful smile frame her gentle face. I love her and wish dearly she could be  closer. I look away reluctantly and begin to walk towards the D security  Gates. After stumbling around to have my stuff peek through an x-ray; redress my self and gathering myself; I finally get to gate D26. I walk to another desk and ask the man behind it when I'm suppose to land in Seattle. He says 8:15pm or later because the airport is scheduled to be closed because the President's plane was suppose to be landing in the same airport as I was; in one hour. Small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now it  was announced the Presidents plane has landed and all boarding will be  postponed. Wild. So now I'm typing this, while someone has walk passed me; cutting my fresh air with their fart, and waiting for my turn to board on my plane. I'm hungry and thank the universe for grandma's! My  grandmother has packed me a mini-lunch. Chips, homemade cookies, an  apple, and muffins. I love you grandma and how wise you are to think a head by several hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend. What a week. What a day; I shall post an entry about my family reunion and the adventures I have  embarked and how my experiences have helped me to be a three-part-being  and not a two-part-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-2912194094038174188?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2912194094038174188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/07/vegas-i-sorta-like-you-but-only-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2912194094038174188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2912194094038174188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/07/vegas-i-sorta-like-you-but-only-because.html' title='Vegas I sorta like you, but only because of my family....I love Seattle more.'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-2796154828901349503</id><published>2010-02-10T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:58:50.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cove</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cove&lt;/span&gt; is a documentary that has an extremely important message that the majority of the world is ignorant of. I highly recommend being educated by its lesson- but be prepared for a rough ride.  If you have a hard time believing; I TRIPLE DOG DARE YA to google &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taiji Dolphin slaughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and you'll get your prof&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here's its trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KRD8e20fBo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KRD8e20fBo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="headerinternal" align="left"&gt;Quick Facts&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p align="left"&gt;                           &lt;script&gt;function fbs_click() {u=location.href;t=document.title;window.open('http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php?u='+encodeURIComponent(u)+'&amp;t='+encodeURIComponent(t),'sharer','toolbar=0,status=0,width=626,height=436');return false;}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;style&gt;  html .fb_share_button { display: -moz-inline-block; display:inline-block; padding:1px 20px 0 5px; height:15px; border:1px solid #d8dfea; background:url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/share/facebook_share_icon.gif?7:26981) no-repeat top right; } html .fb_share_button:hover { color:#fff; border-color:#295582; background:#3b5998 url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/share/facebook_share_icon.gif?7:26981) no-repeat top right; text-decoration:none; } .style1 {  font-family: Tahoma;  color: #333333;  font-size: 10px;  font-weight: bold; } &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="110" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p class="main"&gt;• About 23,000 dolphins, porpoises and other small whales are killed in Japan every year, making it the largest scale slaughter of cetaceans in the world. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• About 2,500 dolphins and other small whales are killed in the so-called dolphin drive hunt that takes place six months out of the year.The rest are killed with handheld harpoons out at sea. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• In the small fishing village of Taiji, Wakayama prefecture, the dolphin drive hunt is carried out by about 26 fishermen from September 1st though March. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Operating with 13 motorized boats, the fishermen go out to sea at early sunrise and look for migrating dolphins. Banging on metal pipes submerged into the water, they terrorize the dolphins with a "wall of sound," causing the dolphins to panic. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Terrorizing the dolphins with underwater sound, the fishermen herd the dolphins into a secret killing cove close to Taiji Town. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Often times, dolphins die during the chase that can last eight hours or more. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• The Taiji fishermen claim that dolphins eat too much fish and therefore must be exterminated. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Operating with a permit from their government, the Taiji fishermen have referred to the dolphin hunt as "pest control."&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• The majority of people in Japan have no knowledge about the annual dolphin blood bath.&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;• The fishermen kill the dolphins with spears, fishermen's hooks and knives. Trashing about in their own blood, the dolphins emit high-pitched screams during the massacre.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• The slaughtered dolphins are processed into meat and distributed to supermarkets throughout Japan for human consumption. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Dolphin meat from drive hunts in Taiji proved to be highly contaminated with toxic chemicals such as mercury, methyl mercury and PCBs. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Repeated chemical analyses have shown that the level of mercury in dolphin meat is much higher than the maximum allowable level set by the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare of Japan. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Some of the dolphin meat is given to children as part of their school lunch program. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• The Japanese government  and the supermarkets issue no warning that dolphin meat is mercury-contaminated. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• The fishermen of Taiji have told us that the Japanese people have no right to know about the dolphin hunt or the high levels of mercury found in the meat. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Concealing this information from the public is a violation of Article 21 of the Japanese Constitution.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Some members of the international aquarium and zoo industry are strongly connected to the Japanese dolphin slaughter, in that they pay top dollar for dolphins deemed suitable for commercial exploitation in dolphin shows and captive dolphin swim programs. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Dolphinariums throughout the world, including Japan, repeatedly make the claim that captivity of dolphins promotes dolphin conservation and protection.&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;• Several of the hundreds of captive dolphins in Japan's 50 dolphinariums were obtained through the dolphin drive hunts; yet the dolphinariums do nothing to educate the public to the hunt. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• The World Association for Zoos and Aquariums (WAZA) is the world's largest network of zoos and aquariums around the world. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Dolphinariums that have conducted business with the dolphin killers of Japan have been welcomed into WAZA's network, although the trade in these dolphins clearly violates WAZA's Code of Ethics.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• The dolphins that are purchased by members of the dolphin captivity industry represent a much higher commercial value to the Japanese dolphin hunters than the ones that are slaughtered for meat. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• Live dolphins captured in a Taiji dolphin drive hunt recently sold for $154,000 per dolphin.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• The Japanese dolphin hunt will continue for as long as members of the international dolphinarium industry continue to reward the hunters for show quality dolphins, thereby making the hunt tremendously profitable. &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="main"&gt;• The most sought after dolphin species for public display are bottlenose dolphins, orcas, white sided dolphins, Risso's dolphins, pilot whales and Pseudo orcas, all of which have been targeted in the Japanese dolphin drive hunt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more go to SaveJapanDolphins.org&lt;br /&gt;To sign a a letter/petition go to: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/724210624&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-2796154828901349503?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2796154828901349503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/02/cove.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2796154828901349503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2796154828901349503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/02/cove.html' title='The Cove'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-3870551140486204695</id><published>2010-01-12T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:02:55.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus: The Gorilla King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0002z48t/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0002z48t/s320x240" width="269" border="0" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is he not handsome?! I think so, he looks like a prime and legit Silverback Gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Titus&lt;/b&gt; is the name given by researchers to a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silverback" title="Silverback" class="mw-redirect"&gt;silverback&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mountain_Gorilla" title="Mountain Gorilla"&gt;Mountain Gorilla&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virunga_Mountains" title="Virunga Mountains"&gt;Virunga Mountains&lt;/a&gt;. Titus is remarkable in that he was under almost constant observation by researchers since his birth in 1974, including &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dian_Fossey" title="Dian Fossey"&gt;Dian Fossey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Veronica_Vecellio&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Veronica Vecellio (page does not exist)"&gt;Veronica Vecellio&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Felix_Ndagijimana&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Felix Ndagijimana (page does not exist)"&gt;Felix Ndagijimana&lt;/a&gt;. He was the subject of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008" title="2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nature_%28TV_series%29" title="Nature (TV series)"&gt;Nature&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natural_World" title="Natural World"&gt;Natural World&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Documentary_film" title="Documentary film"&gt;documentary&lt;/a&gt; entitled &lt;i&gt;Titus: The Gorilla King&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; I just feel like he was someone we should all know. He provided new and important information for us to know of his kind. Because of him people now know Gorilla's are not killers or animals ready to rampage New York city; instead they are a family protected my a male, but controlled by the females. Just read the Wikipedia (ok that word is a real word now; my computer has just recognize it as an actual English word. Interesting. ) page on him.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titus_%28gorilla%29"&gt; Titus the Gorilla King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was someone every animal lover needed to know. RIP Titus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-3870551140486204695?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3870551140486204695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/01/titus-gorilla-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3870551140486204695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3870551140486204695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/01/titus-gorilla-king.html' title='Titus: The Gorilla King'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-3858570957128076169</id><published>2010-01-12T00:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:13:46.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>When Death sneaks up behind you when your guard is down and your distracted with Life; he can be a real killer (no pun intended). Death does more than remove a loved one from ones life. Death also derails us from the path we're living on,  postpone the grove we were dancing to, he barges in and interrupts the habitual pattern we were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;unconsciously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; living side by side with and messes up the puzzle we were working so hard to put together. He does all this in a flash and with no help to prepare the effected team members. I haven't written or even felt to write an entry on my accomplishments. I have gone back to being a lazy slob for the time being.  I'm not sure where to begin and how to gather the bits of shattered pieces that have come off of my life. My whole world revolved around her; every thought was towards her. My day-to-do list had her in it for 13 years. Now what? I'm scared to move on and can't seem to get things moving again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no say in this complex and delicate balance between her Highness Life and her Lord Death and there's a reason why. If you were to age the entire species of &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt; we would still be considered as babies. There is still so much we do not understand and I think the reason why is because we're not mature enough to not only handle the responsibilities, but also the power that comes with such sacred knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing all this still doesn't help to strip the pain that soon follows after the falling of my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a very young age Death and I came to an understanding and I accepted and did not fear his explanation.The first time I can recall watching a hunting scene in &lt;em&gt;Nature&lt;/em&gt;; I came to terms with the whole "hunter" and the "hunted". When the majestic Red-tail Hawk killed and ate the cute little rabbit; I was not bothered. I recognized the importance Death had in this gruesome scene. I could tell Death was as important as Life; that they were one and they were together forever. I loved both the hawk and the rabbit; I didn't want to pick favorites. For that hawk to thrive and survive the velvety rabbit had to go; so it could secure the hawks chance to see another day. To sore and fly another day in the sky. With this early understanding as well as other knowledge I would latter accumulate; not only did I not fear Death himself, but was not bothered seeing it. That was until 12:15pm landed on the 26th of December 09'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to funerals. I have seen murder scenes as forms of entertainment in films and on T.V. I have had to say goodbye to my Grandfather, my Grandmother, and my friend Todd Evans.  I have had other animals in the past who've been destined to be in my life that I have loved dearly. I cried when I found the shell once inhabited the spirit of my little animal I once knew and loved. I was sadden when I had to say goodbye to those unique characters I cherished and to know they were to no longer have an acting role in my Broadway play called: &lt;em&gt;The Chapters of Jessica Marie Park's Life&lt;/em&gt;. But nothing, NOTHING I was previously exposed to could have prepared me for to have to say goodbye to the physical form of my guardian angel; an angle I grew such a custom to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I walked into the backyard of the Nixons; I had no idea how much the 9 month-old fuzz ball jumping and nearly knocking me over was going to have such an impact in my life and the course I was choosing to take day after day.  She was going to teach me in ways only she knew I could understand and was specifically for me to learn. Not only me though, my whole family was affected by her teaching methods and anyone else that came her way.I didn't know how much I was going to love her and depend on her.  I didn't know the amount of tears I was to shed 12 years and three months latter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the 13 years was going to grow a Mt. Everest sized mountain filled with memories, love, traditions, and most of all habits still lingering to this day. Habits I did not know I had made with her. I wasn't aware how much I talked to her and how much I paid attention to every detail of her existence. I didn't know until she was no longer there to find, to talk to, to go do things with.  I have caught myself thinking to tell my father "&lt;em&gt; I'm going to go give Dazie a walk&lt;/em&gt;" or when I walk in the house I become tempted to say "&lt;em&gt;Hi Animal! Hey beautiful girl, how are you Dazie&lt;/em&gt;?". I have felt my priorities be cut short when waking in the morning to get ready for work or coming home for lunch. I've felt the cold change and the emptiness of my car when driving to do a midnight run to &lt;em&gt;Taco Bell&lt;/em&gt;. I have felt the sadness reality was going to bring when I realized I no longer have new stories of her to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Death has done more than removed a love one from my life. He has decided it was time for my teacher, my daughter, my angel, my best friend, my everything; to leave the shell she was living in without much explanation of where she was to go next. A body I have loved more than I have loved any other living thing on this planet. She was to be no long be at my reach.&lt;br /&gt;Death has derailed me from my path I was living on with her,  postponed the grove we were dancing to, he barged in and interrupted the habitual pattern I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;unconsciously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; living side by side with her and messed up the puzzle she and I were working so hard to put together with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Death has done so much more, but I do not hate Death. I just wish Death would tell me where Life has put my Dazie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-3858570957128076169?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3858570957128076169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/01/death.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3858570957128076169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3858570957128076169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2010/01/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-1448996203778747084</id><published>2009-12-20T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:28:25.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orcas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0002wqb7/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0002wqb7/s320x240" width="320" border="0" height="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mmmm I've been wanting to do an educated entry on Orcas because they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; my spirit guide and  I've learned so much about them. I don't think this will be long and after words I WILL get off, shower make my bed, pick up a bit, and than start on some Christmas projects (yeah, yeah, I know I'm cutting it close).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never liked their nickname &lt;em&gt;Killer Whale;&lt;/em&gt; it portrays them as brutal and savage animals which is entirely untrue. First off their not whales, their dolphins and the largest of them all (well obviously)and they are VERY social animal with unbreakable family bounds. There are three different kinds of Orcas: &lt;strong&gt;Transients, Residents, &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Offshore&lt;/strong&gt;. Each have unique characteristics and social structures within their pods. In Washington and Canada waters, we'll encounter and experience all three living and surviving in our shared environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something most people do not know: not just the usual chemicals that are toxifying our waters; but also caffeine, birth control pills, and most anti-depressants. These pollutions are the reason why Washington states local pods are the most infertile pods of mammals in the WORLD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Why? Well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;caffeine, hormonal birth-control pills, and most anti-depressants do not get filtered through our bodies; meaning our bodies are not able to break them down, so when we discompose of them they come out as strong as they came in. Hormonal birth-control pills are the big and dangerous cause of infertility in our local pods. All that estrogen is being dumped into not only our wild waters, but also in our domestic. That means we are drinking these toxins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So? Well its pretty much shrinking our bull Orcas; their dorsal fins our suppose to be 6 feet tall and now their being recorded to be only 4 1/2 feet tall. Their penises are also shrinking and the sperm count is decreasing.  Again you may say so and if you don't care about the Orcas here's an eye opener peeps: Male humans are being effected as well; their sperm count is shrinking and their penises are not able to grow to the proper length. EVERYONE SHARES THE SAME WATER! What you put in there comes right back into your drinking water. So please try to use non-hormonal methods to have protected sex and try to have hot coco or gosh just go to bed on time, so your not so exhausted the next day. There is no reason to ruin the lives of other species; be more thoughtful. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a moment to digest all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fascinating facts about Orcas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Newborn orcas are 7-8 feet long, 3-400 lbs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adult females worldwide are 17-24 feet, 5-9,000 lbs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adult males worldwide are 22-30 feet, 8-12,000 lbs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Southern resident male orcas are 21-24 feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Southern resident females are 18-21 feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Orcas have a 16-17 month gestation period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Females usually have one calf every 4-5 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Males usually live into their 40s and females into their 60s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Males become sexually mature in their early teens, and fully grown in their early 20's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;An adult orca consumes 100-300 pounds of food a day, depending on size and energy needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Southern Resident orcas rely on salmon, specifically chinook in the summer and chum in the fall, for their survival. Chinook salmon constitutes over 70% of their diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The brain of an adult orca may weigh 12-15 pounds, or about four times the size of human brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like all whales, orcas are voluntary breathers and need to be at least "half awake" at all times. Their brain has the ability to split activities so they sleep with half their brain while the other half keeps the body still breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Orcas are the largest members of the dolphin family, or &lt;i&gt;delphinidae&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like all dolphins, orcas use sophisticated biological sonar, called echolocation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Orcas are found throughout the world's oceans, but tend to prefer the cooler, more productive polar and temperate waters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Orcas can swim up to 30 mph and can travel 75-100 miles or more per day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Orcas have no predators. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Orcas live in matrilineal family groups presumably led by elder matriarchs. Two or more matrilines may form a pod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Both male and female offspring typically remain with their maternal family for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Genetic evidence indicates that mating occurs between, and not within, pods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A pod's or maternal family's unique repertoire of calls is called a dialect.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The J, K and L pods, which frequent Puget Sound, are known as the southern resident community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Each orca in the Southern Resident community is photographically identified each year by the shape of the dorsal fin, as well as shape of gray markings, called the "saddle patch" behind the dorsal fin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Several pods may belong to a clan that shares certain vocalizations, and several clans may associate as a community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Often when pods of the same clan or community meet after separation, they physically intermingle and engage in vigorous surface activity, accompanied by almost non-stop vocalizations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Communities remain apart from one another, generally staying in separate habitats and using completely distinct vocalizations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A wide variety of types of orcas have been observed, including "residents," which eat only fish, "transients," which eat only mammals, and "offshores," found several miles from shore, but not all orca communities worldwide may fit those descriptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transients:  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Periodically in the waters around Vancouver Island there were seen a few killer whales that have different behaviors from the residents. They travelled in smaller groups and were not abundant at any time of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They received the name transient because it was first speculated that perhaps these whales were social outcasts in transit to other locations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The transient community is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A total population of only 170 killer whales although this may not   represent the true population size because many years may pass between   resightings of individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Comprised of 14 pods:E,F,M,O,N,P,Q,R,S,T,U,V,X,Y,Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Characteristics of Transient Pods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Transient pods contain 1-7 individuals, in average between 3 and 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Transients are rarely seen and when they are seen, they appear to be   present in about the same numbers throughout the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Transient pods travel 250 miles/day and have a total range probably   over 900 miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Transients enter small bays not visited by residents and they often   change directions suddenly even when not foraging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Transient pods eat warm-blooded marine mammals primarily:pinnipeds(   seals, sea lions,and walruses) and cetaceans(dolphins, porpoises, and larger   whales).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Transient pods vocalize less than resident pods especially when foraging   for food and the dialects of transients are made up of 3-4 calls.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Transients have a fairly regular dive pattern of 3-4 short dives of     about 15 seconds followed by longer dives of 5 to 15 minutes or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The physical appearance of transients is different than residents.     The transients' dorsal fin tip is often pointed and positioned in the center     between the front and rear insertions of the fin. The saddle patch of transients     is always closed showing the uniform gray coloration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Residents:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The resident killer whales around Vancouver Island are comprised of two communities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Northern Resident Community   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;range extends from about mid Vancouver Island north to the southeast     tip of Alaska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;total populatoin as of 1997 is 200.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;compromised of 9 pods: A,B,C,D,G,H,I,R,W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Southern Resident Community   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;range extends from the southern borders of the northern community into     southern Puget Sound, around southern Vancouver Island, and down the west     coast of Washington State to about Grays Harbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;total population as of 1998 is 89.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;comprised of three pods: J,K,L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Characteristics of the Resident Pods around Vancouver Island include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Resident pods contain 5 to 50 individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Resident pods are seen commonly during May-October and some residents   pods are seen throughout the year in the inland waters around Vancouver   Island .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Resident pods travel about 100 miles every day and have a total range   of about 500 miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The travel pattern of residents is that they tend to travel along predictable   routes, generally headland to headland along the shore and seldom change   direction unless they are in pursuit of prey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Resident pods eat cold blooded animals primarily salmon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Resident pods vocalize more than transients and have dialects of 5-15   calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Residents have a fairly regular dive pattern of 3 to 4 short dives   of about 15 seconds, followed by a longer 3-4 minute dive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The physical appearance of residents is different from transients.   The dorsal fin tip of residents tends to be rounded and positioned over   the rear insertion of the fin to the back and the front edge of the fin   tends to be straight or curved slightly back. The saddle patch of residents   can be closed, showing uniform gray coloration or open, showing various   amounts of black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Offshore: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On August 26, 1990, a new group of killer whales were discovered near Victoria, Canada. The dorsal fins and saddle patches did not match any of the ID catalogues for resident or transient orcas. There are approximately 200 individuals that have been identified and each new encounter adds a number of new whales to this number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The characteristics of offshores include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Offshore pods are found in groups of 30-60 individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They are seldom seen in the protected coastal waters and most encounters   have taken place near the Queen Charlotte Islands and 20 to 30 miles off   the west coast of Vancouver Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They have been photographed all along the Pacific coast from Southern   California and S.E. Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Offshore Orca's appear to be fish eaters, feeding perhaps on schooling   fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Offshores share a set of calls completely different from those of any   other community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you want to learn more visit: http://www.orcanetwork.org/  you can also "adopt" an Orca and your money will go towards that Orcas pod for protection, research, and other stuff...what a sales pitch, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my personal experience with this magnificent animal is by far some of the best encounter I could ask for. When I was 18 my father and I went to Telegraph Cove, North Vancouver Canada (http://www.telegraphcoveresort.com/) in July to sea kayak. We rode to a non-residential island to camp for four days and three out of those four days we got to see some very active Orcas, as well as other amazing wild animals like seals, purposes, eagles, and we heard on the radio a Humpback Whale and her calf were sharing the water with us. Sadly they we're too far away for us to go see them, but it was still cool to know in real time I was in the same area as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Transient and Resident pods swimming and socializing; our last day there was the most memorable. It was a very foggy morning; so thick were the clouds we could not see in front of ourselves and I got to admit it was a bit scary to cross the body of water that was lying between us and our way back home. See these waters are used by researchers, cruise ships, and whale watcher boats which &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;are bigger than our little sea kayak, so yeah it was a bit scary. My dad tried his best to reassure me, telling me he has a radio and the traffic tower would let us know who was in the water and let everyone else know are tinny selves were there as well (didn't help because I could hear the foghorns, but couldn't see the boats the sounds belonged to). He also told me to look out for the lighthouse; which meant we safely crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I saw the little flickering light trying to pierce though the relentless fog; I knew we were safe and I could put my guard down. Well we still couldn't see very far in front of us, but we could hear everything since sound travels better and father across water. Once we got near the cliffs we heard blowing. We stopped are paddiling and focus are ears. Another blow and another, it was beside us! We turned and not that far was a two year old Orca swimming. We couldn't hear or see her pod, but we knew mother was not far. It appeared she was playing with us and would swim around our kayak and then the most amazing thing happened; she swam right under us! I quickly grabbed my little water-prof camera and stuck it in the water, praying I got a picture. Well I did and I have it in my car, you can see her eye and she's looking right at us! What an honor and I'm beyond greatful she came into my life and trusted us enough to be so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that breathtaking encounter we continued our way and it seemed she made a liking to us and was following us. We also attracted a whale watching boat; that made me a bit nervous because I thought the would scare her off, luckily it didn't. The plus side of having that boat near by was they put a microphone into the water and we could hear her singing and clicking; it was absolutely beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-1448996203778747084?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1448996203778747084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/12/orcas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/1448996203778747084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/1448996203778747084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/12/orcas.html' title='Orcas'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-2272724510817643723</id><published>2009-12-19T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:04:17.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snaail Maaail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Sy2UJxlnU8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/S8__fr-Pwok/s1600-h/tumblr_kuxg59cplL1qzr1jmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Sy2UJxlnU8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/S8__fr-Pwok/s400/tumblr_kuxg59cplL1qzr1jmo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417148822447412162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I miss having pen pals and there's something about holding a letter in your hand verses reading a thoughtful message on a bright screen. Both snail mail and internet mail have their pluses and minuses. For example snail mail you can have a collection of letters from love ones that comes with a message personally for you. It also makes getting the mail 100 times more exciting than the usual dark feeling one gets when you know a bill is on its way. With email you don't have to worry about a fire or losing those messages as long as you store them correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would like everyone who would love to write back forth through old school mail; please send me your address. Anny I have yours...sorry Whitney I don't have yours. Erika I NEED yours!! This is thrilling because I found my old address book my grandparents got for me when they were in Japan for their mission. Its such a beautiful address book and it deserves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pretty much anything being mailed to me, but if your stuck here are some ideas:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sketches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;of coarse lovely letters or small messages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;awesome quotes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a picture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a little trinket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;something you found that made you think of me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tea you would like me to try&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you live on a beautiful beach send me some sand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feathers and/or bones (as long as it was respectful...you know like you didn't went off a shot the animal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shells&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ART&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;poems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stones, crystals, and/or rocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's pretty much all I want this Christmas and when you send me something I'll try real hard to send you something back. I may be slow because right at the moment my stamps are running low. IF you write in cursive I should warn you I'm not the best reader of that font. So if there is something you REALLY want me to know or read and if you don't mind could you please write it in print. Thank you in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH ALSO &lt;/strong&gt;If you meet and know my dog could you please send me copies of any pictures you have of her and also either a letter to her or a least a note of your favorite memory of her or it can be more than one memory. If its easier you can do this through email; I'm collecting these for a scrap book I'm making if her. I would &lt;strong&gt;want this&lt;/strong&gt; more than anything above. If you haven't met her there are pictures of her on my facebook, lj, and here in my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-2272724510817643723?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2272724510817643723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/12/snaail-maaail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2272724510817643723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2272724510817643723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/12/snaail-maaail.html' title='Snaail Maaail'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Sy2UJxlnU8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/S8__fr-Pwok/s72-c/tumblr_kuxg59cplL1qzr1jmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-4640395264091120082</id><published>2009-12-05T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:56:29.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Elliot</title><content type='html'>If you've never seen the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Billy Elliot&lt;/span&gt; go see it now! My mother and I's favorite scene is the ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5BSyJ_vlHo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5BSyJ_vlHo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got myself a working T.V, so now I can enjoy my old school VHS tapes once more and one of them was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Billy Elliot &lt;/span&gt;film. The man who plays Billy Elliot as an adult is; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_Cooper_%28dancer%29"&gt;Adam Cooper&lt;/a&gt; he's the principal of the ballet school &lt;em&gt;Billy &lt;/em&gt;goes to and is also a well known dancer. Anyways the clip below is a short segment of Mathew Bourne's interpretation of &lt;em&gt;Swan Lake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjEabdA8NMY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjEabdA8NMY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" 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/5356657483027589009-4640395264091120082?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4640395264091120082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/12/billy-elliot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4640395264091120082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4640395264091120082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/12/billy-elliot.html' title='Billy Elliot'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-2102546295956768631</id><published>2009-11-30T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:32:43.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SxS4Yee86WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1ujZBv390Mw/s1600/fork%2Bin%2Bthe%2Broad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SxS4Yee86WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1ujZBv390Mw/s400/fork%2Bin%2Bthe%2Broad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410151783018064226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream.&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;—  Paulo Coelho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-2102546295956768631?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2102546295956768631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/tell-your-heart-that-fear-of-suffering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2102546295956768631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2102546295956768631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/tell-your-heart-that-fear-of-suffering.html' title=''/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SxS4Yee86WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1ujZBv390Mw/s72-c/fork%2Bin%2Bthe%2Broad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-1550694796225775586</id><published>2009-11-25T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:57:38.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful For Everyone and Everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Sw4YsOEWK8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/iFZoQxD54Go/s1600/pups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Sw4YsOEWK8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/iFZoQxD54Go/s400/pups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408287350488181698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For each new morning with its light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For rest and shelter of the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For health and food, for love and friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For everything Thy goodness sends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;from my home to yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-1550694796225775586?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1550694796225775586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-for-everyone-and-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/1550694796225775586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/1550694796225775586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-for-everyone-and-everything.html' title='Thankful For Everyone and Everything.'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Sw4YsOEWK8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/iFZoQxD54Go/s72-c/pups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-3420495302108665590</id><published>2009-11-17T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:30:09.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SwNNFtnJL3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aY4MD9E-jH0/s1600/tumblr_kta38qDuf31qzumuso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SwNNFtnJL3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aY4MD9E-jH0/s400/tumblr_kta38qDuf31qzumuso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405248738313187186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hairy frogfish. Or striated frogfish according to Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was graduation night for all the people who took part of the volunteer program at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seattle Aquarium&lt;/span&gt; and it was an exciting evening. I arrived quite early, actually thought I was not going to have enough time to prepare for my presentation since my car clock said it was 4:30pm and class started at 6pm. I wasn't sure how much time I was going to need to be ready for my 2 minuets as an educator, but to my surprise I forgot I hadn't change my car clock yet and it was actually 3:30 C:  When I got to the Octopus exhibit I saw Buster, a pole, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; a woman standing above the tank. The woman was feeding Buster, but Buster wasn't going to let go of the pole (no one knew why); boy was it a sight and I latter learned she had a plastic jar as well and she was keeping it with her for several hours. As the lady held to one end of the pole she helped me with some of my Octopus questions. See Octopuses suction cups can "taste", but no matter where I look on the web no one ever went into detail what they meant by taste. Well it ends up they "taste" their environment with their suction cups like snakes do with their tongue. I also learned the suction cups shed a thin layer of skin, sorta like birds have on their pen feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with the woman (and her finally giving up with the pole and the volunteers around decided they would fish for it latter) I decided to take a walk around. Went out to where they hold the shore birds and talked to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marbled Godwit&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SwNQjoZDdnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XIh2mt8JH0Y/s1600/07sb2695-marbled-godwit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SwNQjoZDdnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XIh2mt8JH0Y/s400/07sb2695-marbled-godwit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405252550842873458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which are the cutest little shore birds, curious but shy. Than I went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Activity Center &lt;/span&gt;and enjoyed the Orca film they play and than I got to watch the Sea Otters be fed again, this time it was squid. It began to rain so I decided to go to the dome where I knew a heater was located and sat over it, gathering the precious heat. Once warm I went off to the training room and waited for class began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the introduction and discussing how the nights class was planned out, we were divided into three groups to have our last tour covering some important information we needed to know, like how the bowls work and what it looks like to be above the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;  tank (which it was still amazing, despise the fact it doesn't go as far back as you would think when looking at the front of the tank). Once everyone went through all three tours and one of the staff members went through a cute list of the most things people fear when giving a presentation; we were given 10 minuets to prepare for our public speaking and than it was time to go back to our groups and begin the presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the 2nd person to go and I felt like I didn't do too bad, but I was nervous never the less and forgot to use my prop properly. Instead I used my prop as a stress release toy; sometimes I was talking more to Buster than the crowd, but I was told I did a good job on my relevance and my conservation message. Everyone in my group did a wonderful job and I did learn some new facts about the marine life we will be teaching. Next everyone went to the dome when they finished their talks and that's were we ate cake and then proceeded to see the Sea Otters and Fur Seals be feed. It was a spectacular (wow I spelled that word correctly, but having a hard time spelling 'spelled' HA!) sight and a great way to end our training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked through Pike Place with Kerry and one other woman, talking small talk, and than I went off to meet my friend Whitney; which ended up being a difficult task. I walked to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cafe Ladro&lt;/span&gt; in the wind and rain only to learn when I got through the doors, that Whitney had JUST left haha. When I finally reached her at her house we went to the store to get soup supplies to make soup and chocolate milk (a great way to celebrate) and watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smokin' Aces&lt;/span&gt; with bloated tummies :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I wanted this post to sound more interesting and exciting, but I'm super fatigue right now and not really feeling the mood to be poetic with my descriptions. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Over all last night DID rock and NEXT Wednesday I begin my first shift C: So good night everyone and till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-3420495302108665590?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3420495302108665590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/graduation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3420495302108665590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3420495302108665590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/graduation.html' title='GRADUATION!!!'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SwNNFtnJL3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aY4MD9E-jH0/s72-c/tumblr_kta38qDuf31qzumuso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-4974941542829431039</id><published>2009-11-17T17:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:06:12.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not everybody in the world is born walking on the sunny side of the street, viewing the glass as half full and every stranger as a friend they haven't met yet. Which is fine! Diversity is the spice of life! But is it possible for an Eeyore to turn into a Tigger? Or at least a Pooh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Reader Gene thinks so in this great, researched-backed guest post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past several months, I've really been working hard on developing a better attitude about life and getting more accomplished. I used to be really negative, so I started reading up on what's helped for other people who weren't born with sunny dispositions and decided to try a few of their ideas. A few of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List-making&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, I try to make a list of five or six items that I think were positives from the day before. Even when my day has been subpar, I still work for six. It helps me think about the day before in a positive way instead of a blur of activity. Credit is given for each thing that I feel helps me become a better person, husband, dad, friend, employee, etc.. Did I get up early and on time? If so, it goes on the list. Did I bike to work or exercise? Yay for me, it's on the list. Time with family and friends, healthy eating, completed projects at work, books read, and nights when I go to bed early all go on the list. It's been addictive for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I go out of my way to not listen, watch, or read the news. If I want information about an issue I can always research it and I still know what's going on without the daily input. If you're someone who isn't bothered by the news, awesome. However, if you're like me and the news can come between you and an otherwise perfect day, maybe you should try giving it up. Maybe just try it out for a short time. Like for a week. Trust me. Instead of &lt;em&gt;Morning Edition&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Fox and Friends&lt;/em&gt; (dude!) how about your favorite record? You know that record that's been sitting on your shelf for a while that makes you smile because the arrangements are so surprising and the lyrics and harmonies make your heart EXPLODE with happiness? Start your morning with that and then take on your day with spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost anything will do for breakfast. There are lots of people who will tell you that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and they're right. That said, it might also be beneficial to have a snack right when you get home from work. Low blood sugar can make a person grouchy and then by the time dinner is actually served that you're HUNGRY. A few chips and salsa or a slice of bread with butter and honey might be the difference between a great evening and a not so great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all heard it. Exercise releases endorphins and gives you energy and raises your metabolism and blah, blah, blah. It's all true though. Even just a few minutes of walking in the morning can help you get your mind right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoiding negative conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm not sure where I heard it, but the words we say actually have a lot of influence on our thoughts and attitude. Negative and complaining conversations at work usually bum out all of the participants. I've never seen people walk away from those conversations very happy, even if they were in a great mood to begin with. I don't get all superior when I'm in one of those situations, I just find a way to tactfully remove myself. If I'm in a meeting with my coworkers and they're all complaining, I usually just keep my mouth shut or crack a joke every once in a while. There might not be much else you can do in those situations to remove yourself, but not participating will do wonders for your attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-4974941542829431039?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4974941542829431039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4974941542829431039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4974941542829431039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/c.html' title='C:'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-6625071881212987529</id><published>2009-11-15T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:21:43.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats 101</title><content type='html'>Re-blog again, so sorry, thought my family would like to learn something about cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny's Pet World won and for winning &lt;em&gt;Best of Western Was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hington &lt;/em&gt;hosted by Evening Magazine; my boss decided to give the store a new flat screen and install a satellite dish, though having a bonus would be better, oh well. Friday it was installed and since I don't have a t.v or never really had cable, when ever I get the chance I gorge myself in &lt;em&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Discovery,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cartoon Network,&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Comedy Central&lt;/em&gt;; so Friday night during lunch and once I knew how to work the new and confusing channel's (Dish is different from Cable) I got to watch &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt; C: Yesterday I even stayed after my shift was done to watch more on &lt;em&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/em&gt; to watch their &lt;em&gt;Cats 101&lt;/em&gt; show and I watched a bit of &lt;em&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/em&gt; on Discovery Channel. Jesse and the other fish boys did laugh at me, but they all knew why I was there and really just let me enjoy myself; plus I was learning quite a bit about cats! Did you know cats have 32 mussels in their ears to allow movement? They have better hearing than dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up a bit, through the three years I've worked there and never once in my life have I seen brown cats and at Denny's Pet World we've had two litters and a total of 7 kittens in this BEAUTIFUL brown pigment; but I guess some cats like the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burmese_%28cat%29"&gt;Burmese&lt;/a&gt; can be born with his lovely brown coloring. The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Havana_Brown_cat"&gt;Havana Brown&lt;/a&gt;  though is a breed of cat that only comes in brown. here what I've learned about them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The coat color must be brown, typically reddish-brown, with no tabby markings. Whiskers should also be brown and the eye color should be green.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most likely explanation of the breed's name is that its coat color is very similar to that of Havana cigars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is considered an endangered breed, since the breeding pool is very small. In the late 1990s, there were only 12 CFA-registered Havana Brown catteries and under 130 unaltered cats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; What I've learned about the &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/videos/cats-101-burmese.html"&gt;Burmese&lt;/a&gt; (click on the name and it will take you to a video) cat:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Burmese cat knows the secret to aging gracefully, one in Australia lived to be 24, the longest in its breed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its a medium cat with surprising weight and is also knows as &lt;em&gt;Bricks Wrapped In Silk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are also known to follow their owners everywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This clingy kitty will also let you know what's on its mind and is known as being the "Chatty Cathy" of the cat world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the main point of this post is about a man name Robin who is a trucker and being in this kind of work he's on the road quite a bit. What's awesome about Robin is he has a Burmese cat name Lava who goes where ever he goes; that's right Lava is a trucker cat living an awesome and unique life. Robin and Lava were both on the &lt;em&gt;Animal Planets &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cats 101&lt;/em&gt; show; you can tell how much this man loves his cat and vice-versa. Well Robin also loves to document his adventures with Lava and you can see their clips on youtube (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/RobinsVoyage#p/u"&gt;Robins Channel&lt;/a&gt;) Here's one clip from his site:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="19"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4awS4Ts1L-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4awS4Ts1L-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great?! There are two more cat's I thought were quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/videos/cats-101-egyptian-mau.html"&gt;Egyptian Mau&lt;/a&gt; (click on the name and it will take you to a video) cat:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is the fastest Pedigree cat, they are able to run 30mph&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They're built like and are dissidents of the Cheetah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mau means &lt;em&gt;cat&lt;/em&gt; in Egyptian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are the only natural spotted domestic cat and the spots are only on the edge of the fur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/videos/cats-101-abyssinian.html"&gt;Abyssinian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is one of the top five most popular cat breeds in the U.S.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is the smartest breed and is considered to be the Border Collie of the cat world because of its endurance and wits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The origin of this breed is uncertain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is one of the &lt;em&gt;oldest &lt;/em&gt;breed of cats. Many sources repeat the story that the Abyssinian breed is a few thousand years old and comes from Ancient Egypt as the cats resemble those in ancient paintings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retain the jungle looks of the  &lt;a href="http://www.sa-venues.com/wildlife/african-wild-cat.htm"&gt;Felis libyca&lt;/a&gt; the  descendant of domestic cats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is has a distinctive ticked coat, which means when they have a lighter color of hair closes to the body and the father away from the root you see different bands of coloring on the coat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is called the "clown" of the cat kingdom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you want to learn more you can go &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/search/results.html?N=0&amp;amp;Ntt=Cats%20101&amp;amp;focus=video&amp;amp;query=Cats+101&amp;amp;search=search&amp;amp;site=APL&amp;amp;Ntk=All&amp;amp;search.y=6&amp;amp;Nty=1&amp;amp;search.x=18&amp;amp;Ntx=mode+matchany&amp;amp;No=0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch other cat clips or type in the search engine &lt;em&gt;Cats 101. &lt;/em&gt;Honestly can't wait till next Saturday to learn about other breeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-6625071881212987529?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6625071881212987529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/cats-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/6625071881212987529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/6625071881212987529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/cats-101.html' title='Cats 101'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-2733749872973076345</id><published>2009-11-15T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:50:18.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SwCFhJLx4pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7KJIH31rjn8/s1600-h/tumblr_kt5cyhZevz1qzumuso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SwCFhJLx4pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7KJIH31rjn8/s400/tumblr_kt5cyhZevz1qzumuso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404466357292098194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe these are baby otters...maybe the river species. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-2733749872973076345?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2733749872973076345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-believe-these-are-baby-otters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2733749872973076345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2733749872973076345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-believe-these-are-baby-otters.html' title=''/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SwCFhJLx4pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7KJIH31rjn8/s72-c/tumblr_kt5cyhZevz1qzumuso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-2334925012404719591</id><published>2009-11-13T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:57:12.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Beautiful, Loveing, Inspiring, and Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KCnIAzcI7po&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KCnIAzcI7po&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get a better camera and better at photography, I wold like to join this community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-2334925012404719591?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2334925012404719591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/absolutely-beautiful-loveing-inspiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2334925012404719591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2334925012404719591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/absolutely-beautiful-loveing-inspiring.html' title='Absolutely Beautiful, Loveing, Inspiring, and Amazing'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-2817034184069919344</id><published>2009-11-12T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:57:30.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boya!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvzYzYm0XbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yC16H4419lg/s1600-h/11465_1279408388310_1323035849_792748_7959984_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvzYzYm0XbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yC16H4419lg/s400/11465_1279408388310_1323035849_792748_7959984_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403432030227946930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my ID!! Sadly because I took the picture with an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apple Notebook&lt;/span&gt;, it took it in mirror image. The name is J not L, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-2817034184069919344?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2817034184069919344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/boya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2817034184069919344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2817034184069919344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/boya.html' title='boya!!'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvzYzYm0XbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yC16H4419lg/s72-c/11465_1279408388310_1323035849_792748_7959984_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-8503967898811178988</id><published>2009-11-09T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:45:02.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoot hoot</title><content type='html'>mmm double post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now on Dazie's walk we decided to go through the woods of Edith Moulton Park. Following the path I saw an owl sitting on a branch and she was BEAUTIFUL! As I watched her she would sometimes turn her head to look at us, sadly it was too dark to take a picture and even than I didn't have a camera with me. I believe she was a Barred Owl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0001gx65/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvjEoMxNjjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3CGh7g7g3X4/s1600-h/barred-owl-8120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvjEoMxNjjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3CGh7g7g3X4/s400/barred-owl-8120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402283947932356146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wounder if this is the same one that "attacked" me two years ago, that would be awesome. What a sighting! A mother and her daughter was walking towards us and I pointed it out to them. In my &lt;em&gt;Birds of Washington State&lt;/em&gt; book it says if you imitate the owl's &lt;em&gt;who-cooks-you who-cooks-for-you&lt;/em&gt; call in a mature or old growth forest, the call would almost certainly bring any Barred Owl within range to you.  They do tell you to be careful because copying their sound may provoke an attack from them since their so territorial. This is third time I've seen one and I enjoy every encounter C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-8503967898811178988?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8503967898811178988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoot-hoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/8503967898811178988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/8503967898811178988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoot-hoot.html' title='hoot hoot'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvjEoMxNjjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3CGh7g7g3X4/s72-c/barred-owl-8120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-4521716734035652233</id><published>2009-11-09T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:49:06.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four: Biology&amp;Interperation-Day Two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvezkkUukeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PkMiLCHJp74/s1600-h/171+GiantPacificOctopus+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvezkkUukeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PkMiLCHJp74/s400/171+GiantPacificOctopus+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401983718861476322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually got to class before 9am! I was debating weather to wait outside, thinking there is a such thing as being too early, but I waved that thought goodbye and just went straight to the training room. I'm really glad I did because I was able to receive a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Volunteer Manual&lt;/span&gt;  and there were only so many left AND I got to have FREE orange juice and raspberry muffins (which everyone knows how much I LOVE my food, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on with the fun news and enough of this odd introduction.  Once everyone signed in and settled we began our morning with a little volunteer BINGO to get everyone moving, wake up, and get to know the rest of the class (some of us are shy).  At my table; Samantha Deyoung has personally seen three different shark species (tiger, leopard, and nurse), Kerry Quark (whom I believe we will become friends, we had SO much in common. I will explain more latter) who was sadly ill so the our group helped her name 4 out of 6 shark senses, Jerry ( he is this really awesome guy from China who actually delivers gold fish to my work, so we already knew each other a bit)  answered a personal question, Troy Tincher could name two other Puget Sound sharks other than Sixgills, and I told the table an animal more deadly than the shark (Blue-ring Octopus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had this trick of asking people their name without admitting I forgot it; I do this by asking "and how do you spell your name?" Well sadly this trick isn't 100% bullet proof; sometimes it can turn around and make me look...well sorta dumb. For example, at class I asked a man my tricky question and his answer was..."Bill" yeah there is only one way of spelling Bill, pfff silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after our game we all moved downstairs to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shark Research Station&lt;/span&gt;, a place where the public as well as biologists could observe the waters under our Pier 59 and watch the sharks that come to feed on the bait (chumsicles).  This research and building of the underwater shark station (a cage where divers can observe safely) in 2000 I believe and the reason they want to know about them is its not common to find Sixgills in these depths. Sixgills are usually found as deep as 8000 feet. What make sixgills so unique is the extra gill slit on each side of their head as well as their teeth. Most sharks now days have 5 gill slits (because they live closer to the surface and/or because they swim in shallow waters, so they don't need the extra gill slit to help them breath easier) Also 5 gill sharks teeth are a single points, unlike sixgills which are more jagged like a saw. These saw-like these have been found in ancient fossils, which place the six and seven (yes there are sharks with 7 gills slits) gill sharks as more primitive then five gilled sharks. These unique sharks are swimming right under our Pier's and we don't know how long or why and that's what the biologists are trying to figure out by tagging and getting a bio sample.  Sixgills are not small I believe they said their the third largest shark in the world and the biggest sixgill documented at the research station was 12 feet long! Some evidence supports that they can grow to be 16ft. in length. Here's a video on the Bluntnose Sixgill shark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=16507766&amp;amp;vid=6364211&amp;amp;lang=es-mx&amp;amp;intl=e1&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/12394/96546807.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=16507766&amp;amp;vid=6364211&amp;amp;lang=es-mx&amp;amp;intl=e1&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/12394/96546807.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1" width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://espanol.video.yahoo.com/watch/6364211/16507766"&gt;Puget Sound Matters: Sixgilled sharks&lt;/a&gt; en &lt;a href="http://espanol.video.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our shixgill lecture we split up to work on another in-class assignment which was to identify and familiarize  ourselves with the different species of fish in the aquarium (the last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E-Learning&lt;/span&gt; module was on our local fish and sharks). Kerry from my table and I paired up, trying to complete our a work. It was a lot fun and gave us an opportunity to have a deeper look around. When it came close for us to return to the training room and I told Kerry I wanted to show her the WOW (window's of Washington waters) where they hold all our local marine life, including wolf eels and some of the different Rockfish we have here. We got to meet one of the volunteers who was REALLY helpful and showed us some of the species of Rockfish we were looking for, as well as telling us some new facts; ie: Young Yellow Eye Rockfish are a deeper copper color and than turn to a pale orange. Here's what the WOW looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Svh7kDTRe7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/E8_7fghnDmc/s1600-h/2957551965_eb1bdc4193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Svh7kDTRe7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/E8_7fghnDmc/s400/2957551965_eb1bdc4193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402203612322560946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You should google some Rockfish species, like the Tiger, Canary, and the Rosey. Really beautiful fish, my favorite was the Tiger Rockfish, it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Svh8hUaGhFI/AAAAAAAAADg/HCosLQXBzS0/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Svh8hUaGhFI/AAAAAAAAADg/HCosLQXBzS0/s400/tiger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402204664886625362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite stunning coloring and I really love rusty-red stripes. Well since Kerry and I were so wrapped up in learning about our Rockfish we were late at getting back to class (ooops). After going through the in-class assignments and answering any question the real fun began. Everyone was split into three groups and were to be rotated to complete the next three events (lunch, tour of the libraries, and 40 minuet Interpreter practice ON the floor). I cheated and was suppose to start with the 40 minuet on floor work, but yes I wanted to be teamed up with Kerry (she super interesting), so I started with the lunch group which I was glad I did. During lunch I shared a table with a really awesome woman who's from Colorado and she's been studying marine biology all her life. She is also friends with some famous Marine Biologists when she lived in California. So we talked and got to know one another and boy was I happy we ate together. I learned a lot and may have started my network I so badly wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we had the tour of the two libraries, which I'm excited to start checking out DVD's and books. Once the tour was done we signed up for two 20 minuet positions on the floor to begin our volunteer work. I signed up for the Octopus tank and the bowl station (its where you walk around with a bowl filled with water and usually has a sea star inside of it, so kids and disable people can have a better look). It was a lot of fun and I was surprised how I wasn't at all nervous talking to people; I easily fell into conversation and was able to share some facts. I know its because of my work I'm fine with talking to strangers, but also because of my work my confidence is low and I'm scared of saying or teaching someone something that's incorrect. I'm afraid of getting into trouble, not being trusted, or eventually treated like I am at work. That place has put a major tole on my confidence...I KNOW I am smarter than they give me credit. Its like what Chad said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"In the end it only matters what I think of myself."&lt;/span&gt; Thank you Chad for telling me that and thank you again for letting me vent to you. He's a good friend and I am grateful to have him as a coworker and as someone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough of that and back to my volunteer work. Now I really enjoyed my 20 minuets at the Octopus exhibit and learned a lot about the beautiful female who lives in there. I think her name is Buster, she's two years old, she's 40-60 lbs (can't remember), and she's actually VERY VERY shy. The volunteer at the station who was helping us new volunteers, told us how for the first couple of months she kept hidden in her cave and they couldn't even sex her. She was THAT shy, haha C: Olive (the octopus that lived in the tank before Buster) was the complete opposite, she was very outgoing and loved to "show off". Buster on the other hand usually just sits in a corner and dose nothing unless she's being feed, but luck was on our side. When I was standing next to her and waving to her (they have eye sight as good as ours, but they can't see color) she began to move a bit and then swam to the other side of the giant bowl, where she moved some more. The volunteer's who have been there longer told us this isn't very common is a treat. It was so awesome to watch her be active and change the texture and look of her skin. She even put some of her tentacles out of the water! SO FREAKEN AWESOME!! I really wanted to give her a hug C: Well because of her unusual behavior she was getting some crowd and it gave us new volunteer's a chance to talk and teach the guests some facts. One girl asked her dad if they got a tank as big as the one in the aquarium, if they could get a octopus. They asked me if its legal and I told them its possible to get some species (not the Giant Pacific Octopus though! At least I would think it wouldn't be allowed), but because they have the intelligence of a 2 year old and you can not provide them enough mental stimulation; they will find something to entertain themselves with and can be quite destructive.  I did tell them there is one octopus that's small enough, yet is the most one of the most venomous animals on the planet. Get bitten by this creature and you've got 10 minuets to get to the hospital or you'll die. I did tell her their a lot happier in the ocean anyways and its best just to leave them there. They are a beautiful octopus, but I wouldn't want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SviJVWJfSrI/AAAAAAAAADo/TdbSsxnoJNY/s1600-h/2005963218169739155_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SviJVWJfSrI/AAAAAAAAADo/TdbSsxnoJNY/s400/2005963218169739155_rs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402218752846547634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well the 20 minuets flew by and it was time to go the my next station, bowls C: We learned how to put them into the bowl and than to go under a light when showing people, so they can get a nice look at the vibrant colors. My first sea star was the Rose Sea Star; it was a little one, but so damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SviKSypPBAI/AAAAAAAAADw/W_CzM4Su-9M/s1600-h/rose_star_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SviKSypPBAI/AAAAAAAAADw/W_CzM4Su-9M/s400/rose_star_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402219808467911682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With this little sea star at my side I got lots of kids to come over and touch them, as well as some adults and teens! The kids were far more brave than most adults and some people need a little encouragement. One little girl drag the sea star across the bowl with one finger, I had to nicely tell her its best not to do that. Talking to children has never been a strong ability of mine and that's why I wanted to do the bowls, to get some practice. I know the more I try the better I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 minuets I decided to let the Rose Sea Star back to its home; I was worried with all the touching and soft poking, it was going to get stressed out. I wanted to get a sea urchin next, but I guess because they really stick themselves to the rocks its too risky to remove them (you could accidentally hurt them).  So another volunteer helped me to pick out two sea stars with different tectures, to help distinguished them and help the kids understand the different kind of sea stars out there.  I had fun and was a little more nervous there than I was with the octopus.  Once the 40 minuets were up (and again I was down there longer than I was supposed to, gosh time flies by! Don't worry I wasn't in trouble) I went back to the training room where we finished the day with learning some new interpretation techniques.  We also learned how to teach people the importance of conservation and how to send our messages to our audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class I talked with Kerry a little more about The Whale Museum and just...well stuff we had in common. I walked with her through Pike Place Market until we got to our separate streets. I can not wait to talk to her again and get to know her; I'm going to be a nerd and see if she's on FB, haha. What's cool is her volunteer shift is the one before mine, so we'll run into each other couple of times. I told her we should high-five C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus the way home I helped two ladies with bus stop locations. I just love helping people and it feels so good and you just get this high and feel invincible. Once I got home I passed out again, over all today rocked and I just that more excited to start my first shift...which is before Thanksgiving! Hahaha, how awesome. Ok well I do have homework, I have to go back to the aquarium and do a information treasure hunt and than I have to prepare for my 2 minuet presentation for graduation night...EEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-4521716734035652233?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4521716734035652233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-four-biology-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4521716734035652233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4521716734035652233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-four-biology-two.html' title='Day Four: Biology&amp;Interperation-Day Two.'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvezkkUukeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PkMiLCHJp74/s72-c/171+GiantPacificOctopus+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-4563594695708105961</id><published>2009-11-07T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:30:55.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvY7Sn4ImoI/AAAAAAAAACw/CKCyvyPunUU/s1600-h/I-Am-Only-One-1900x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvY7Sn4ImoI/AAAAAAAAACw/CKCyvyPunUU/s400/I-Am-Only-One-1900x1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401569994205600386" 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/5356657483027589009-4563594695708105961?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4563594695708105961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4563594695708105961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4563594695708105961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvY7Sn4ImoI/AAAAAAAAACw/CKCyvyPunUU/s72-c/I-Am-Only-One-1900x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-7074461398090377690</id><published>2009-11-06T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:57:49.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for who ever reads my entries here and in lj, this is a double post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its legit, set in stone, official!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11-25-2009 (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;2:00 p to 6:00 p&lt;br /&gt;Interpretation [Education]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there after, every Wednesday I will be at the Seattle Aquarium, educating the public and kiddies about our local marine life C: Its exciting, but scary at the same time; the whole idea of teaching people can be intimidating, even though I do it at a regular basis. I know everything is going to be ok, as long as no one expects me to know my facts right away; it may take me some time to keep these facts in  my long term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogi Tea advice today &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(x2):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;'Experience the warmth and love of your soul.&lt;/em&gt;"  and &lt;em&gt;"Happiness comes from contentment." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-7074461398090377690?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7074461398090377690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-for-who-ever-reads-my-entries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7074461398090377690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7074461398090377690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-for-who-ever-reads-my-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-5443509814387934685</id><published>2009-11-05T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:25:51.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe a real incident in which you were treated rudely as a customer somewhere. How would you have handled it differently if you had been on the other person’s shoes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   During the holidays when retail business and their employee’s are in the front line of  stressed out shoppers and seasonal insanity; I went to Sun Le Table in Pike Place Market to purchase a small and simple egg holder for my fathers doctoral egg I bought him last year. The store was not very large to begin with, but add Christmas shoppers and the place was packed and buzzing with conversations at every angel.  Once I was able to get by everyone and have somewhat of a look of the merchandise; I realized I needed help finding my small item. I saw a young black woman walking towards me with a costumer and I politely waited for her to finish helping them to ask my question. To get her attention I called her ‘mam’ and than proceeded to ask where they held their egg holders. She told me where to go and went on her way, but suddenly turns around and in a rude tone says “Oh and one more thing, don’t ever call me mam.” Honestly I was shocked and embarrassed and thought my way of approaching her was the kindest I know how.  I’m not usually a costumer who complains about business costumer service and actually have very little stories of sharing such rude help, but this was an exception and the only time I can actually remember feeling how poorly I was treated as a costumer.  I have no ill feelings towards the girl or the store and do understand the stresses of the holiday was beginning its tole on workers, but I do believe she could have handled the situation in a more mature manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If I was in the young ladies shoes I would have kept my mouth shut. Actually I’ve had costumers at my work who have called me ‘mam’ and not once did I feel offended. I believe it’s the only way to grab a strangers attention kindly without referring to something sexual or racist. I think its silly how the younger generation thinks being called ‘sir’ or ‘mam’ is calling them old. I thinks its sad how some common sense cease to exist when communing with strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-5443509814387934685?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5443509814387934685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/describe-real-incident-in-which-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/5443509814387934685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/5443509814387934685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/describe-real-incident-in-which-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-7087275731087089097</id><published>2009-11-04T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:26:09.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A REALLY Beautiful Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/szbB-vLVnoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/szbB-vLVnoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/5356657483027589009-7087275731087089097?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7087275731087089097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-really-beautiful-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7087275731087089097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7087275731087089097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-really-beautiful-song.html' title='Just A REALLY Beautiful Song'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-3241618565104858242</id><published>2009-11-03T15:28:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:52:52.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three:Saftey &amp; Disabilitiy awarness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvC_zKxci-I/AAAAAAAAACg/euB5atRrGeE/s1600-h/10864_1267974582472_1323035849_758709_687025_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvC_zKxci-I/AAAAAAAAACg/euB5atRrGeE/s400/10864_1267974582472_1323035849_758709_687025_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400026839003204578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our only evening class and it was the shortest one of all four. Ithappened last Wednesday, October 28th, and it just focused on special events the aquarium holds, for example in Feburary there's a week dedicated to Octopus and its called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Octopus Love&lt;/span&gt; or something like that. Than we goofed around and played with the different kind of activities that are held during these little events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than we discuses the rules of dealing with children and providing a positive experience for all our guests. A lot of it was common sense and of coarse we're not allowed to touch or hold any child, those actions give sketchy people the chance to make bank by suing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than we all separated in different groups experiencing different kind of disabilities we will see while working.  I teamed up with this guy name Bill and we were in the crutch group and after looking at our 7 tasks we decided we already knew what to do and discuss it a bit. After talking we goof off and went through the bird exhibit to the dome and than to the marine mammals in our crutches, talking and laughing. It was a lot of fun and interesting to see the aquarium during after hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we were given a walk through on where the doors our badges could unlock, can not wait to start using mine C: They even encourage us to explore and get use to the in and outs of the aquarium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time for me to work on the last E-Learning module, fish, and take notes and the last test for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-3241618565104858242?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3241618565104858242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-threesaftey-disabilitiy-awarness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3241618565104858242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3241618565104858242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-threesaftey-disabilitiy-awarness.html' title='Day Three:Saftey &amp; Disabilitiy awarness'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvC_zKxci-I/AAAAAAAAACg/euB5atRrGeE/s72-c/10864_1267974582472_1323035849_758709_687025_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-5538083522382568840</id><published>2009-11-03T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:42:55.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two: Training Day One:: Biology &amp; Interpertation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvDN_msAzgI/AAAAAAAAACo/BrICr4-8iFo/s1600-h/10864_1272885585244_1323035849_775329_7933474_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvDN_msAzgI/AAAAAAAAACo/BrICr4-8iFo/s400/10864_1272885585244_1323035849_775329_7933474_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400042445817826818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first full day of training happened last Sunday (October 25th) and sadly I was 1/2 an hour late. I thought it started at 9:30 am, but they change it to 9 and what's the saddest thing of all is I was in the area at 8:15am! Its ok though I didn't get into trouble and I didn't miss anything too important. We started the morning by going through our E-Learning on modules 1&amp;amp;2 (plankton and interdial invertebrates) which involved a fun game of answering some questions, so we got to go on the floor and explore a bit and answer the questions involving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Life On the Edge&lt;/span&gt; creatures. It was a lot of fun getting to touch the sea stars, sea cumbers, and sea urchins. There were no boarders and are minds were allowed to wonder into the world of our seas, experiencing and wondering all we want; we were allowed to ask anything, even if it wasn't on our assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After words we had lunch and I quickly ate my brown bag meal and ran out to the aquarium. walking through all the different parts quickly till I got to my favorite section, the marine mammals. I got there just on time to see a lady feed the Sea Otters, so I got be as close as possible and I've never been that close before. They are so cute and intelligent, as well crafty; they would hide the clams under their arms and pretend they didn't get any, thinking the woman feeding them didn't notice and would give them more. I also got to see a celebrity, Ms. Lootas and her daughter as well as her mate. Ms. Lootas is quite famous and there's a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lootas-Little-Wave-Eater-Orphaned/dp/1570611645"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; out there telling her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I went to go see the river otters whom I love just as much, but sadly it was their nap time and weren't in their usual energetic mood. It was still entertaining to watch them curl up and not the least bothered by the people watching them. One river otter was suckling on the tip of its tail and I wish I was able to take a picture of it, what a sight it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch the class went through the last E-Learning module (Octopuses) and than practice a bit on finding a clever way to teach people about the animals that you will find at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Life On the Edge&lt;/span&gt;. Each table was given a bin with two animals in it and we needed to find a way to describe the animal in way children could understand. At my table we got a purple urchin and a long-nosed decor crab which was just a baby. While my group was trying to decided how to interpret science to child understanding, the long-nose crab decided it wanted to eat and went after the purple urchin, eating a one of the urchin's tube feet. We were all socked but amazed how quickly the urchin learned of its danger and became defensive. No matter where the crab tried to sneak-attack the urchin already had its needles closing in and pointing at the crab, not allowing the crab to get any closer. I feel like the urchin is a lot smarter than people gave credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once class ended (3pm) I quickly got home and feel a sleep for two hours. What a day and I did enjoy every bit of it. Oh yeah we also watched some short clips on the octopus and one was filmed here in the Seattle Aquarium in the 80's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cA8zQw6gDNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cA8zQw6gDNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's video going into detail how well the Octopus camouflage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ckP8msIgMYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ckP8msIgMYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/5356657483027589009-5538083522382568840?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5538083522382568840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-two-training-day-one-biology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/5538083522382568840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/5538083522382568840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-two-training-day-one-biology.html' title='Day Two: Training Day One:: Biology &amp; Interpertation'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SvDN_msAzgI/AAAAAAAAACo/BrICr4-8iFo/s72-c/10864_1272885585244_1323035849_775329_7933474_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-1852815812417411986</id><published>2009-11-02T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:05:53.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Su8s9vgl6uI/AAAAAAAAACY/BYxw0RMfTlc/s1600-h/4025253881_602429e0f7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Su8s9vgl6uI/AAAAAAAAACY/BYxw0RMfTlc/s400/4025253881_602429e0f7_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399583917477325538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Su8sO-4JbHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q3qE_nCnTW8/s1600-h/tumblr_kroccjBKTF1qzm774o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Su8sO-4JbHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q3qE_nCnTW8/s400/tumblr_kroccjBKTF1qzm774o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399583114148801650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could snap my fingers and live there with ease, I would without hesitating. I'm excited to begin my volunteering, but damn I want to be in L.A now, starting my training. I must have faith everything works out in the end and everything happens for a reason. I never once imagine myself wanting to be/live in L.A so badly. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-1852815812417411986?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1852815812417411986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-snap-my-fingers-and-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/1852815812417411986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/1852815812417411986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-snap-my-fingers-and-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/Su8s9vgl6uI/AAAAAAAAACY/BYxw0RMfTlc/s72-c/4025253881_602429e0f7_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-7948078347517249591</id><published>2009-10-29T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:31:39.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Way Life Should Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once a day she stopped by the cafe on the corner of Redford St. and Marshel Ave. to treat herself to her favorite pastry. She never thought of this as a routine, just a repeated daily craving she simply had to give into. She was blind to the affairs around her. The decrepit, abandoned bank across the street crawling with squatters, the businessmen yelling into their cellphones and the panicy children who clung to their mother's thighs were invisible to her. She chose not to see these things. Life as she saw it was too short to pay attention. She wanted to live each day to its full potential and absorb every last drop of each moment. She saw life as a low budgeted fair, only offering a rollercoaster and a ferriswheel. Each person, one by one, obliviously followed eachother onto the rollercoaster, unaware of the loops and gut-renching drops, but not her. She took a seat on the ferriswheel. Because she had one simple plan to take her through life. She promised to live each day slowly and with an open mind. She swore to take her ambitions and dreams a step higher everyday. And most importantly, she would never give anyone the right to upset her. She loved each waking hour, even if it was swarming with poverty stricken towns, angry yuppies and screaming children. Life would be taken step by step, starting with a pastry from the cafe on the corner of Redford and Marshel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure who wrote this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got it from Whitney's lj. Its an old post of hers and I thought it was beautiful and very inspiring. This is how I want to see the world; this is how I want to live live, through eyes only seeing the positive of life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5356657483027589009-7948078347517249591?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7948078347517249591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-way-life-should-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7948078347517249591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7948078347517249591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-way-life-should-be.html' title='This Is The Way Life Should Be'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-2759776210067068790</id><published>2009-10-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:23:41.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well there you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Thank you for your inquiry. We are expecting to have another 14 day class in January or Febraury 2010. We will post the dates on the website as soon as it is confirmed or we can put you on the list of people to contact via email at the same time. Please let us know if you would like to be notified via email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;We also have an 8 or 10 day private course that can be scheduled at any time during the year. Please see the website for details  &lt;a href="http://www.animalschool.net/" target="_blank"&gt;www.animalschool.net&lt;/a&gt;  or you can contact us at &lt;a href="mailto:info@hollywoodanimals.com" target="_blank"&gt;info@hollywoodanimals.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; Wendy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Hollywood Animals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;(323) 665-9500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; Now I  have a date to focus on and I need to start saving up ASAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-2759776210067068790?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2759776210067068790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-there-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2759776210067068790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/2759776210067068790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-there-you-go.html' title='well there you go'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-7547453505464867989</id><published>2009-10-20T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:16:33.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;fieldset class="important"&gt;       &lt;legend&gt;        &lt;i&gt;here's some tips to help you get the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY&lt;/i&gt;       &lt;/legend&gt;       &lt;span class="css"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Money is magnetic energy.&lt;br /&gt;You are a magnet attracting to you all things,&lt;br /&gt;via the signal you are emitting through your thoughts and feelings.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;To become a powerful money magnet:&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ul class="r_ball2"&gt;..&lt;div&gt;Be clear about the amount of money you want to receive.  State it and intend it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (not how much you can earn, but how much you want to receive).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall in love with money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(most people do not love money, because they don't have enough of it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visualize and imagine yourself spending all the money you want, as though you have it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speak, act and think from the mindset of being wealthy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(eliminate thoughts and words of lack such as "I can't afford it", "It is too expensive".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not speak or think of the lack of money for a single second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be grateful for the money you have.  Appreciate it as you touch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make lists of all the things you will buy with an abundance of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do whatever it takes for you to &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; wealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Affirm to yourself every day that you have an abundance of money, and that it comes to you effortlessly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciate all the riches around you, including the riches of others.  Look for wealth wherever you go, and appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be certain that money is coming to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love yourself and know that you are deserving and worthy of an abundance of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remind yourself everyday that you are a money magnet, and ask yourself often during the day, am I attracting money now or pushing it away with my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always, &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; pay yourself first from your wage, then pay your creditors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in that single act, you are telling the Universe that you are worthy and deserving of more).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repeat over and over every day, "I am a money magnet and money comes to me effortlessly and easily".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Write out a check to yourself for the sum of money you would like to have and carry it in your wallet.  Look at it often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do whatever it takes to feel good.  The emotions of joy and happiness are powerful money magnets.  Be happy now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Wealth is a mindset.&lt;br /&gt;Money is literally attracted to you or&lt;br /&gt;repelled from you.  It's all about how you think.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/fieldset&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="relationships"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;fieldset class="important"&gt;       &lt;legend&gt;        &lt;i&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/i&gt;       &lt;/legend&gt;       &lt;span class="css"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;You can completely transform any relationship,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what it's like right now.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single relationship you have is a reflection of how you feel inside about you. You are a magnet attracting to you all things, via the signal you are emitting through your thoughts and feelings. Every relationship you have and every interaction with every person, is a reflection of your own thoughts and feelings in that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;To transform every single relationship you have in your life:&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ul class="r_ball2"&gt;..&lt;div&gt;Fall in love with YOU!&lt;br /&gt;(you must love yourself deeply).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make lists of hundreds and hundreds of wonderful things about you.  Keep adding to it every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know that you are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;(do not think any negative thoughts about you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know that you are worthy and deserving of anything and everything you could possibly want in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Focus on the wonderful things in every person.  Look for only those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not blame or criticize anybody, ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set an intention that you are going to see the best in everything and everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make your happiness the number one thing in your life.&lt;br /&gt;(Happiness is an inside job.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free yourself of the responsibility of trying to make other people happy&lt;br /&gt;(respect and love them enough to allow them to take care of their own happiness).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get your attention off those things in others that don't make you feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciate and love yourself in every moment you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not expect others to behave in a way you want, so you will be happy. Release yourself forevermore and know that you alone control your happiness and it is a choice, no matter what anyone else is doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and respect yourself completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know that you are PERFECT right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/fieldset&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="health"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;fieldset class="important"&gt;       &lt;legend&gt;        &lt;i&gt;HEALTH&lt;/i&gt;       &lt;/legend&gt;       &lt;span class="css"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Incurable means curable from within.&lt;br /&gt;Disease is the body's way of giving you feedback&lt;br /&gt;that you are not loving or grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. John Demartini&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a magnet attracting to you all things, via the signal you are emitting through your thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;To open yourself up and become a powerful magnet to wellness and health from wherever you are now:&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ul class="r_ball2"&gt;..&lt;div&gt;Love yourself!  Deeply, profoundly!  Make lists of all the wonderful things about you.  Add to it every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free yourself of any past resentments or disappointments you may be holding about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let go of any and all resentments from the past you may be holding of everyone and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See yourself as completely well in your mind and visualize yourself doing things in a complete state of perfect health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not speak of your illness, or disease with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and appreciate everything and everyone, and especially yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know you have the power within you to heal yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never criticize or blame yourself or anyone else for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be grateful for the wellbeing that is coming to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See yourself as ONLY well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy, knowing that in your state of happiness your body is healing itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you appreciate, as you love, as you are happy, as you are grateful, you are summoning wellbeing and it is pouring through your body and disease is vanishing in the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh!  Hire funny movies or recall any memories that make you laugh.  Laugh your way back to health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make lists every day of all the things you are grateful for, including being grateful for your healing and complete wellbeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must do whatever you can to remove your attention from disease.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distract yourself from thoughts of disease, and put all of your focus and attention on doing things that make you feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make your happiness the number one thing in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resist nothing, love everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know that there is no such thing as incurable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you love completely and feel the joy within you, disease cannot exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know and accept that you are PERFECT as you are right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;if you feel pumped about this you should watch the film of &lt;i style="font-style: italic;" mce_style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the secret&lt;/i&gt;, it's free and you don't have to download anything. it's just there for the public. if you don't have a computer at home go to your local library. the link is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universallawstoday.com/secret.html" mce_href="http://www.universallawstoday.com/secret.html" target="_self"&gt;the secret film&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox everyone!!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/anxious.gif" mce_src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/anxious.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love J&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/fieldset&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-7547453505464867989?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7547453505464867989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-some-tips-to-help-you-get-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7547453505464867989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7547453505464867989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-some-tips-to-help-you-get-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-91000147614957925</id><published>2009-10-19T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:36:15.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One: Orientation</title><content type='html'>Let me just begin by saying how EXCITED I am to start my volunteer work at the Seattle Aquarium! This is truly a dream come true; I have for sure manifested a desire of mine and I'm so thankful to have these opportunities. Its going to be sick and I can not wait to begin my official training!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation didn't start till 9:30am, but since I was busing it old school; that means I have to get up early just to be on the safe-side at reaching my destination on time.  Amazingly I had no problem getting up early to get ready; it must be all this positive energy flowing through my veins. Drove to sweetest hill in the city by the sea, Fremont Mrs. Whitney Hunters death hill and parked Audrey there where I noticed I was on surveillance, Mr. Avvy-Aves was keeping an eye on his kingdom as well as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the sea front pretty early and decided to buy myself a delicious treat only hot-coco could satisfy.  After everyone signed in and settled in the orientation began and it couldn't have gone better. 50 0r so people registered, but I guess 80 something showed up and Katrina (Volunteer Programs Coordinator) was thrilled and not at all worried about the number of people interested in the program and having to refuse some. The energy of this place is marvelous and you can really tell the people who are paid and are unpaid really love their work. I'm not able to put in words how thrilled and proud I am of my self for getting the ball going and volunteering there. All staff and volunteers are mixed and work together (I guess some place don't allow volunteers and paid staff see or be together); everyone is treated equally and to prevent any judgment from our guests everyone wears the same uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the perks of joining this elite league:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After 100 hours of volunteering on the floor at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life At The Edge &lt;/span&gt;as an Interpreter and Educator I can than begin training in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life Science&lt;/span&gt;. Which means I get to work behind stage and take care of the animals for example...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEA OTTERS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Through out the year there are many opportunities to expand my knowledge and take part of lessons that explain even deeper into the world of Marine Biology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have access to both of their personal Libraries and may check out books as well as video's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I get a sweet ass ID card that I can use to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;enter all the closed doors and get a special behind-the-scene's look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They have mingle time outside of the aquarium as well as a big party annually which gets me a chance to meet everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;I get to grow my network and talk with all the Marine Biologist that work there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;I do have homework and am having a hard time buckling down, but I do enjoy the challenge and new information that stimulates my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy and am really excited to start. This is going to be great and something I will enjoy every time I look back.&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/5356657483027589009-91000147614957925?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/91000147614957925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-one-orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/91000147614957925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/91000147614957925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-one-orientation.html' title='Day One: Orientation'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-7291437814408992647</id><published>2009-10-17T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:43:13.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you feel about animals in captivity?</title><content type='html'>As long as the animals have adequate living space for their needs, I’m fine with captivity. As long as humans try to perfectly mimic their natural habitats to the best of our knowledge and the animals show signs of peace and comfort, I’m ok. I feel like zoos and aquariums provide safe and great opportunities for the public to be educated about our beautiful planet and the amazing verity of creatures that live beside us. I also appreciate how zoos and aquariums have saved some species from the brake of extinction and some a second chance to live in their wild homes by reintroducing them. What I’m not ok with is keeping large marine mammals in confinement; for example orcas because no matter how large their tanks are it can never equal the vastness of our oceans.  No matter what size our man-made seas will be, they will never be big enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-7291437814408992647?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7291437814408992647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-do-you-feel-about-animals-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7291437814408992647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7291437814408992647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-do-you-feel-about-animals-in.html' title='How do you feel about animals in captivity?'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-1418332128579178871</id><published>2009-10-07T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:32:07.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having a hard time deciding to post here or over on lj because honestly I like both sites for different reasons. So for the mean time if you watch me over there as well as here, you may run into double posts. I guess if I express some thoughts that need to remain disclosed and only read to the people I most trust, that it will be on lj. Though this entry is more along those private entries; there's a part of me that's fine with it being open to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first document the recent discoveries of my search for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Due to the fire's in L.A if I do get through and talk to someone at Hollywood Animals about the training, there could be chance that future course dates will be postponed if their ranch was touched by the hungry flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a place called &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodsafaris.com/"&gt;Hollywood Safari&lt;/a&gt;  that sadly got devoured by the merciless fire. Their animals are all well and the public has been donating money to help rebuild the facilities and homes of the animals and their trainers.  But sadly the vegetation of their land of coarse is gone and needs the most attention to sustain the enormous appetite of the two elephants they own (which one of the two elephants belonged to Michael Jackson himself, ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking at pictures of Hollywood Safari before and after the fire, as well as comparing some of the animals of both Hollywood companies, I've come up with hypothesis. These two ranches are actually the same and just changed their name, so I'm going to send an email to Hollywood Safari and see if there's any resemblance or if they know about Hollywood Animals and what's going on over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to fill out and give back the applications of Great Harvest and Third Place Books. I also have to get a Food Handlers License for Great Harvest, but it would also broaden my job spectrum. Sooner I get a job the sooner I can know if I can go to this Amsterdam trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slight intermission: &lt;/span&gt;I'm amused on how I start my journals with the goal to get a thought out in writing, but somehow I go down another path and the entry than morphs into something entirely else; something that I had no intention to create. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intermission over with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;k simultaneously I was writing another journal entry and its on lj if your curious what I wrote. I decided further typing should be secured behind "friends only" locked doors.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5356657483027589009-1418332128579178871?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1418332128579178871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-having-hard-time-deciding-to-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/1418332128579178871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/1418332128579178871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-having-hard-time-deciding-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-3826831867434751898</id><published>2009-10-05T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:35:53.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am.</title><content type='html'>Saturday was my dog's 13th birthday and I believe she enjoyed every minuet of it. I bought her a birthday hat that says 'Birthday Girl' on it and took her to Denny's Pet World to pick out a treat; even though I knew in 24 hours her tummy would hate us I felt like it didn't matter. You only live once anyways and day was her day and she gets to do what ever she wants. She sure took that to heart, she really did do what ever she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got treats, a bully stick, and she had the choice to have some wine, but she declined. Than we took some pictures to remember such a wonderful day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0000hxec/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" border="0" width="320" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0000hxec/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0000kad2/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" border="0" width="320" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0000kad2/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0000q4c7/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" border="0" width="320" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/thered_bandit/pic/0000q4c7/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that dog with all my being; she IS the world to me and I am ABSOLUTELY greatful to have her in my life. I love everything about here, especially how high her tolerance level is when I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-3826831867434751898?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3826831867434751898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-goal-in-life-is-to-be-as-good-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3826831867434751898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3826831867434751898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-goal-in-life-is-to-be-as-good-of.html' title='My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am.'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-3080029651973832714</id><published>2009-10-02T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:34:44.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just keep swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsYrje4R8_I/AAAAAAAAABc/OCWWXDvAovQ/s1600-h/125277739775872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsYrje4R8_I/AAAAAAAAABc/OCWWXDvAovQ/s400/125277739775872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388041892779914226" 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/5356657483027589009-3080029651973832714?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3080029651973832714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-keep-swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3080029651973832714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/3080029651973832714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-keep-swimming.html' title='just keep swimming'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsYrje4R8_I/AAAAAAAAABc/OCWWXDvAovQ/s72-c/125277739775872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-1316645924342843812</id><published>2009-09-30T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:49:17.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsP5WK345dI/AAAAAAAAABU/JSaBLylkjIY/s1600-h/595361204308944.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsP5WK345dI/AAAAAAAAABU/JSaBLylkjIY/s400/595361204308944.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387423738536453586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to live life with a smile and focus my ears on the anchient melodies of my future, so the dreams I vision daily will come true.&lt;br /&gt;This is where those fantasies will be documented wrapped in family-friendly wording; may you read my future unravel in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...other news, I tried calling the Animal Training School and the phone just kept ringing. I hope their not closing the school. I also left an email several months ago, still no reply. I'm not sure what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also contacted the lady in charge with registering new volunteers for Seattle Aquarium. She wrote back to me telling me I'm on the list for the orientation on October 18th, she also gave me some application. So I just need to fill that out and hopefully I can be a volunteer; your only required to volunteer four hours a week for six months. I want to do this and I would get great experience out of it while having fun. I hope all works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went over to Great Harvest, sadly they already hired but they will be looking for people for the holiday. I got the application and will be filling it out tonight to give to Dana, the hiring manager. I hope I find more hours soon; I can not live on 234 bucks for much longer.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-1316645924342843812?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1316645924342843812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/1316645924342843812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/1316645924342843812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-here.html' title='Why am I here?'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsP5WK345dI/AAAAAAAAABU/JSaBLylkjIY/s72-c/595361204308944.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-7427271157035476615</id><published>2009-09-29T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:41:13.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my idle nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsKMpoQvKTI/AAAAAAAAABA/_EqW2CG84Bw/s1600-h/tumblr_kqr78gaBvD1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsKMpoQvKTI/AAAAAAAAABA/_EqW2CG84Bw/s400/tumblr_kqr78gaBvD1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387022751098677554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I love the city there are just times when my heart desires to be closer to nature, to be closer to my roots. The idea of living in a reclusive area would at times be lonely, but as long as the house is filled with love it could become a haven.&lt;br /&gt;This is where I would have my cottage and my lovely little farm and this would be one of my rooms. My house would be decorated with twinkle lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsKMSLKnUJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DstlbFI1H-8/s1600-h/booooooom_baker_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsKMSLKnUJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DstlbFI1H-8/s400/booooooom_baker_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387022348151378066" 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/5356657483027589009-7427271157035476615?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7427271157035476615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-idle-nest.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7427271157035476615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/7427271157035476615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-idle-nest.html' title='my idle nest'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Zs8_QTn3dY/SsKMpoQvKTI/AAAAAAAAABA/_EqW2CG84Bw/s72-c/tumblr_kqr78gaBvD1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-4952811825264742194</id><published>2009-09-14T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:13:45.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchient Melodies of the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;"&gt;“When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as0.gif" title="Author Popularity 0/10" alt="" width="11" align="middle" height="9" /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/john_m._richardson,_jr./"&gt;John M. Richardson, Jr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what I want, this is where I want to go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animalschool.net/Animal_Training_Courses/14Day_Curriculum.htm"&gt;Exotic Animal Training School&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;How will I make it happened? Work hard, think positive. Work hard, think positive. Work hard, think positive. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORKS HARD, THINK POSITIVE, AND NEVER GIVE UP. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;Life is filled with opportunities and many paths to ones goal; I just need to keep my eyes and ears open and stay true to myself. As long as I do that nothing is impossible and everything will work out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-4952811825264742194?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4952811825264742194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/anchient-melodies-of-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4952811825264742194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/4952811825264742194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/anchient-melodies-of-future.html' title='Anchient Melodies of the Future'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356657483027589009.post-6811448587440818034</id><published>2009-09-06T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:00:18.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry That's Just Not Me</title><content type='html'>I think I just wrote a poem, at least it feels like I wrote one. Last night I was struck with inspiration and I began to type feverishly; listening to &lt;em&gt;Hard Sun&lt;/em&gt; by Eddie Vedder on repeat because it help set the mood I was feeling. Also reading &lt;em&gt;Zamba&lt;/em&gt; re-awoke something in me. This is what was created:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry athletes sports mean nothing to me; I look for something more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry musicians music does mean a lot to me, but its not the most important thing in my life; I'm searching for a song not yet recorded.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry artists I love art, but its not my muse; I seek for a painting not on canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry teachers though I whole heartily enjoy learning and expanding my mind, you don't have the lesson I crave to know; I aim for something only one teacher can teach me.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry authors though I own bookshelves filled with bounded stories, they are not the book I'm after; I eye for something that can not be purchased or checked out.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Eastern philosophers though I love to hear your views or theories, you do not know &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; knowledge; I hunger for a wisdom older than time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry women money I may enjoy to have some times, but it has little value to my goal; I pursue something no amount of cash can buy.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry men though I am attracted to you, sex has little interest in my life; I crave for something deeper.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kids I do very much love anime and enjoy movies and video games, but I long for something technology can not satisfy; I explore the corners of our Earth to find the natural entertainment I desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry linguists though I love to hear the language of others, this language man did not create; I'm trying to listen to one perfect voice.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry religions though you have been with me for 19 years my spirit can not be tamed; my soul yearns to understand something you do not appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry God, Universe, All Mighty...I have wondered off my path, I have stumbled away from my goal; I have forgotten what I most wish to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look/search/seek/aim/eye/hunger/pursue/c&lt;wbr&gt;rave/explore/try/yearn to communicate with nature; to hear to the one absolute voice--natures voice--and do as She bids me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be by Mother Natures side once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature and animals are my silent thunder; this is a known fact among family and friends. Nothing else can bring instant joy into my life, to give me peace, to make me feel important. To attain such perfection as animals and live a life full of tranquility is what I most desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356657483027589009-6811448587440818034?l=crowcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6811448587440818034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-thats-just-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/6811448587440818034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356657483027589009/posts/default/6811448587440818034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowcandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-thats-just-not-me.html' title='Sorry That&apos;s Just Not Me'/><author><name>Jey Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826436945173379191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPerugaoTc/To_n1aahVkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zp33UmLS8ZE/s220/306971_234993643219508_100001266232513_695819_1435617298_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
