<?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-7659087</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:01:10.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Improv:  Inside my eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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-7659087.post-114566390638830891</id><published>2006-04-21T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:58:26.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S T R E S S E D</title><content type='html'>Ok, i'm stressed.. I feel as if i have everything on my shoulders.  There are many things going on in my life right now.  I feel as if i have taken too much food off of the buffet and am trying to sort out what i want to eat first.  There is school, which, for the most part, i enjoy.  But then there is accounting which has gotten the better of me thus far and i'm beginning to worry about the grade i might recieve.  So that's got me worried and uptight.  Other than accounting everything else is good.  I'm not worried about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are family issues.  When can i come home and visit my parents, why is it that there has to be a reason to visit them?  Why can't i just come home and hang out?  I know i'm not THAT busy that it can't happen that way, but i'm just not motivated to do that.  I wonder about my sister.  When is she coming home?  Will she want to stay home?  What kind of job would she get?  Are we going to get along like we do now?  There are soo many questions that i have no answer to.  And honestly, i'm not really even trying to figure them out.  It's just that constant nagging that is in my head, and my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis.  Oh lord... Tennis...  What do i do next year?  I'm not having any fun anymore.  It's become work rather than fun.  I don't enjoy always being the best on the team.  The guys are great, and i love hanging out with them, but no one challenges me on a day to day basis.  I wonder if i have the skill to play division 1 where everyday someone would be itching to take my spot.  Would i be able to keep it?  Do i have the balls to play division 1?  Is it too late?  Another reason is that i've been playing tennis now for 7 years, and i've played it for myself.  I want to show others how good i am.  I work hard (sometimes) at practice to be good.  I want to show to the world that i just don't say i'm good.  It's hard to stay self motivated.  It's like no one cares about what i can do.  My parents come to some, but rarly any.  I have to tell them when i'm playing.  Sure it seems that they're intersted when i tell them, but how hard would it be for them to look up on the internet and find out for themselves.  Then, idk, surprise me at a match.   Do you know how good that would feel?  Obviously there are others that i would like to come to my matches, but just don't have the time.  And trust me (4) i know that you would if you could.  It's just hard, because i can't tell you how good it felt in osh kosh when i looked up and saw you watching.  There isn't one thing that could have made me happier.  It's just nice to look up into the stands and see someone that you know.  It just sucks because it seems that everyone elses parents/friends come except mine.  I'm sick of playing for myself, i'm sick of trying to get better.  Who cares anymore.  But am i sick of playing for school??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal life.  It's crazy man.  There are so many things that i want to scream out so that they're not inside me.  I'm not happy, i don't know what it is..  Sure there are lots of times where i am happy (i would say about 75 percent of the time) but then there are the other times when it just sucks.  And the worst part about it all.  It's all my fault.  I'm doing it to myself.  I have been very gaurded about who i talk to about things, and very scared when i make mistakes to admit them to the people i care about.  It's nothing personal to them, it's just a defense mechagnizm that i've developed over the years.  So much so that it's become habit.  To hide things so that i don't have to deal with them.  I think that if i don't think about things they just go away, which we all know isn't true.  I need to learn that talking to specific people and telling them those things will help me feel better about it (perhaps why i'm writing this now).  I know that the people that mind won't matter, and the people that matter won't mind.  It's a scary lesson to learn for me.  The people that i want to be close to i end up pushing them away because of this habit that i've formed, and it sucks cause i want to lose this habit, but it's hard.  So what if i tell someone something about me.  If they get all pissed of and don't want to be my friend then we shouldn't have been friends in the first place, but i have to learn that it's the people that will accept the things that i should tell them, and help me work through them that will make a difference in my life.   Those are the people that i want to surround myself with.  Sometimes i want to fastforward my life to see what my future holds, who i'm really friends with, who i'm with, what makes me happy..  But isn't that the point of growing up?  To live through those moments.  I'm scared to lose something right now, and if i don't change i could end up losing it forever.  But i know that if i don't change anyone i get close to in the future will have to go through the same stuff.  I'm lucky though because even through all of the problems people have stayed with me and kept me in their lives.  I'm thankful for those people.  I pretty much know that there are about 5 of you that really care about whats going on in my life.  Not including family.  So thank you for that!  Keep your faith in me.   I do have an upside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life is hard.  It's not really that hard, but what if i'm not as good as i thought.   For those of you who don't know i want to teach tennis somewhere when i'm done with college.  I love the game of tennis (as much as you might have thought that i didn't from the previous paragraph).  But here is the difference from what i wrote above.  I taught this girl over the summer and spent much of my day with her.  her and i formed a pretty tight bond, not that we're friends or hang out or anything, but i became very involved with her tennis activities.   I would drive hours and watch her play in a tournament because i wanted to see how she did.  I know what it feels like when no one is there.  I know how bad that sucks so i wanted to show her that i wanted to be there.  I think that is one quality that will make me a good teaching pro.  But what if i'm not good at it?  What if i can't think of good drills?  Will people think i'm boring?  What if people don't like me?  There are soo many doubts that fill my head about my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future is coming.  It's scary.  I want to be happy, i want to be successful, and i want to have a loving family.  All of these things are for sure.   I had a conversation with &lt;a href="http://www.westernracquetclub.com/index1.cfm?Link=3&amp;Page=Tennis"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; today (which kinda got me to write this) about me and my future and about being happy and he said something to me that really struck me hard.  he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i can give you one piece of parental advice it's to be happy while trying to get happy.  It's not about getting that first million, or having that mercedes in the driveway, but it's enjoying your life while working"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds simple doesn't it?  I'm about to turn 22 and all i can think about is whats going to happen to me within the next year/ten years/twenty years.  Am i going to be happy?  Will i have a great loving family?  Why is it that i can't put me first?  Why am i so caught up with everything that happens around me or because of me that i can't even take care of me.  I hate it so much that i'm like this but i don't know how to help it.  I'm not crazy or anything, just thinking to far ahead.  It's hard to "go with the flow" when you don't know which flow to go with.  There are soo many flows in my life.  So many that i can't chose which one to go with.  I have to find out who i am (you know what the sad part about that was..  i was going to ask anyone who reads this to help me).  See what i mean?  I'm asking advice about who i am!!!  That's crazy.  I know i'm a great guy and i know that things will work themselves out, but what do i do know when i feel soo lost?  I have a lot going for me.. why can't i see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira Meiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-114566390638830891?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/114566390638830891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=114566390638830891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/114566390638830891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/114566390638830891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2006/04/s-t-r-e-s-s-e-d.html' title='S T R E S S E D'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-111691566860561542</id><published>2005-05-24T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:07:52.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran across this tonight</title><content type='html'>"I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to tell the people/person you love that you love them everyday.  Not a day should go by that it remains unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira Meiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-111691566860561542?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/111691566860561542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=111691566860561542' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/111691566860561542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/111691566860561542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2005/05/ran-across-this-tonight.html' title='Ran across this tonight'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-111455853805944662</id><published>2005-04-26T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:35:38.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new saweet song</title><content type='html'>http://www.blastro.com/player/dabackwudzyougonnaluvme.html&amp;amp;artist=Da%20Back%20Wudz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-111455853805944662?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/111455853805944662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=111455853805944662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/111455853805944662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/111455853805944662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-saweet-song.html' title='new saweet song'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-111207064049206259</id><published>2005-03-28T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:35:25.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what the bleep!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tough questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are all realities  existing simultaniously?&lt;br /&gt;is there a posibility that all potentials existing side by side?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever seen yourself through the eyes of someone else you have become?&lt;br /&gt;or have you looked at yourself through the eyes of the ultimate observer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are we?&lt;br /&gt;where do we come from?&lt;br /&gt;what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is reality?&lt;br /&gt;what are thoughts made of?&lt;br /&gt;are there things that we take for granted, untrue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be in the know.. be in the mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we keep recreating the same reality?  the same relationships?&lt;br /&gt;is it possible that we are so conditioned with the way that we live our lives that we actually believe that we have no control those things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the reality what we see, or what our brain sees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-111207064049206259?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/111207064049206259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=111207064049206259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/111207064049206259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/111207064049206259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-bleep.html' title='what the bleep!?!?!'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-110927913797741053</id><published>2005-02-24T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:05:37.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap Music Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The David Silver Award for "Worst musical performance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nelly was the main event at the NBA Players Association's party (NBPA), which was such a hot ticket that scalpers were hawking the invitations outside. I've never seen that before. Anyway, Nelly came out with like nine of his friends, who proceeded to scream the lyrics to his songs in the background, which caused him to start screaming ... basically, everyone screamed at the top of their lungs for an entire hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So here's my question: If Nelly released a studio album called "Here are some new songs that I recorded with 10 people who aren't singers screaming in the background and overpowering my lyrics," would anyone buy it? Of course not. So why does almost every rapper approach concerts this way? Are they worried that they don't have any talent, so they hide behind the screaming? Is it a posse thing, like they're worried about picking the two or three buddies who should be on stage, so they just go with their 10 closest friends? And why isn't this more of an outrage? Seriously, if you bought tickets to a U2 concert and Bono came out with nine buddies from Dublin who proceeded to ruin every song, wouldn't you ask for your money back? I don't get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things To Do In Denver -- Bill Simmons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought this was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "looking out for his readers" Meiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-110927913797741053?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/110927913797741053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=110927913797741053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110927913797741053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110927913797741053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2005/02/rap-music-today.html' title='Rap Music Today'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-110879032098979315</id><published>2005-02-18T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:37:51.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trucks</title><content type='html'>We all know that there are semi trucks so my question becomes:  Are there such things as full trucks?  If so, what do they look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-110879032098979315?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/110879032098979315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=110879032098979315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110879032098979315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110879032098979315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2005/02/trucks.html' title='Trucks'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-110842601400627462</id><published>2005-02-14T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:12:25.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Every year February 14th comes around which happens to be valentines day. What i don't get is why this day is set a day to show your woman that you love them, or care for them. Shouldn't you being trying to show them this everyday of the year? The ideal, at least my "ideal", relationship is when you don't need a specific day to show that you care about that certain someone. I try to show her everyday that i wouldn't be where i am today if it wasn't for her. So here's my valentines gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dear Maria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For ten months now you have held my hand through many great times, many sad time, and many difficult times. You have been there through sickness and through health, through riches and rags ;-) and seen me through my best times and my worst. It has been nothing short of amazing everyday that i wake up knowing that you're on my side. You give me the courage to fail and the drive to succeed. You're the first thing i think of when i wake up, and the last thing i think of before i go to bed. I couldn't think of anyone i'd rather share these times in my life now other then you. It has been nothing but a pleasure for me to have gotten to know you and i hope that i have made this time worth your while. I guess what i'm trying to say is that without you, there is no me. I love you for who you are and what you have made me... Remember, always walk with your head held high and know that i always have your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my love give you strength&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://translation2.paralink.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-110842601400627462?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/110842601400627462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=110842601400627462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110842601400627462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110842601400627462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day?'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-110779379902711773</id><published>2005-02-07T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T10:29:59.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The bible</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a bible as literature class that will fulfill my requirments for my lutheran eduation. As a "lutheran" i believe in many aspects of what i have been taught over the years. For example, that god is caring, loving, compassionate, ect... that he sent Jesus to die for our sins. That he created the world and everything in it, but for some reason this class isn't making god to seem all that good. I mean, i know god is good, but the types of actions he takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start in the beginning. It starts off good with god creating the heavens and earth, and therefor creating man, which leads to the creation of woman. That is all good, but here is where i begin to see gods lack of compassion. Immediatly after Adam and Eve eat the apple it's BAM get the flip out of here. You're doomed, there is going to be pain and suffering. Life is going to suck for you and your people. Ok, so we made a mistake, so sue us, we are after all, molds of what you created. If you wanted to make us perfect, then don't create things that you knew we would encounter. It seems that he wanted us to fail. Maybe that was his "plan" for us all along. To get us set up in this sik pad (the garden of eden) knowing that we would screw up and then kick us out and make us feel bad for messing up. Well, i mean, i don't feel really bad about it anymore cause it's been quite some time, but i'm sure Adam and Eve did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to come, but i have run out of time... I will update later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "reading away" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-110779379902711773?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/110779379902711773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=110779379902711773' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110779379902711773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110779379902711773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2005/02/bible.html' title='The bible'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-110735924400159721</id><published>2005-02-02T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T09:47:24.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January, oh January, where did you go?</title><content type='html'>So it's February 2nd and i'm managaed, again, to completly miss another month.  What happened in January? Well for me, nothing.  For the first part of the month, without school in the way I spent most of my days sleeping in, going to work, and hanging out with maria.  I took a trip to florida, met some cool people, and played some soccer.  Best part?  Hanging out in Florida with Maria.  The weather wasn't hot, but I guess it beat being here that week.  People were saying that the weather here reached about a high of two degrees.  Yikes.   To be honest, i really don't like Januray that much.  What has January ever done for me besides bring me coldness, and ruin my car.  It doesn't help that my car is 15 years old with 225k+ miles on it.  All January is good for is being the start of a new year.  A time for people to start over, a chance to reconcile their lives.  So I say this to January, "I'll see you next time".  As for February, here you are, coming to me with promise for a good month of school.  Lets check out somethings (good or bad) that happened so far this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Well the popes health continues to get better after being hospitalized with an acute respiratory infection.&lt;br /&gt;                Iras take:  Should the world ever have a pope with a birthday after 1930?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Apparently a group called the "Al Mujahedeen Brigade" captured one of our soldiers fighting in Iraq....  or did they.  The image that appeared on an Islamist webpage showed "special ops Cody" sitting against a wall being held agaisnt his "will" with a gun pointed at his head.   What the US makes of this is that they caught a doll made for the Army and Air Force Exchange Service.&lt;br /&gt;                Iras take:  Stop giving these people attention.  That's all they desire.  If we take away their broadcasting ability who are they going to show their captives to?  Themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have to get going to class now, but i'll make sure to update this morn often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "going to class" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-110735924400159721?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/110735924400159721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=110735924400159721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110735924400159721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110735924400159721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2005/02/january-oh-january-where-did-you-go.html' title='January, oh January, where did you go?'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-110385850854279082</id><published>2004-12-23T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:21:48.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh December... Where have you gone?</title><content type='html'>It's December 23rd today, and I think that I've completely managed to go a whole month with not really knowing what day it is. Ok, I'll admit, I know that it's Monday, or Tuesday, but the whole number issue. Now that's a different story. I've been out of school since the 9th and already have found myself wanting to get back into school. It's not the work that I miss, it's the structure of the day that I miss. The feeling that I know the day and time now matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to major in finance.  I have some good reasons why I choose this major&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to make money when I grow up. I'm not talking about 40,000 a year, I'm talking six figures! I wanna be able to come home from a hard day of work and buy myself a plasma TV or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to know where and what my money is doing when I grow up. Everyone invests their money when they are older. It's not something that you can get around. At some point you will have to invest. I guess I would rather have me doing the investing then some punk 25 year old that probably will take some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This goes back to the money issue. When I grow up I want to have the option, for my wife, to not work. I'm not saying that I'm not going to let her, but I want her to have a choice. If she makes more money then me, then so be it, shit... Maybe I'll take off (insert pondering smiley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want, now in my college career, to have some sort of direction. It has helped going to Concordia University because they seemed to care and want to help me decide what I wanted to do. I'm not saying that I'll always be completely happy with this major. But I know that if I work hard now, I can certainly play later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "on his way" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-110385850854279082?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/110385850854279082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=110385850854279082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110385850854279082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110385850854279082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-december-where-have-you-gone.html' title='Oh December... Where have you gone?'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-110261821252100810</id><published>2004-12-09T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T12:50:12.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>I've always wondered what a conversation would go like if I were able to have a sit down with God. I know that there are some "for sure" questions I would like to ask him. Like, Who we are? Why were here? What happens next?... More to come on a later date, I have my philosophy test to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bell, I've been reading that book that I told you about and it has prompted me to email Dr. Peter Kreeft. A philosopher at BC. Hopefully he'll write back. I'll keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."  C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-110261821252100810?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/110261821252100810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=110261821252100810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110261821252100810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110261821252100810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/12/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-110186570070412767</id><published>2004-11-30T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:48:20.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Will</title><content type='html'>    Evil exists in the world. God, assuming that he is all powerful, has the power to stop evil. But yet he doesn't. He knowingly lets it happen. People argue that then there must not be a God, because if there was, surely he would cease evil from happening. This evil is the result of humans having free will. But what if God took away the option of us having the ability to make bad decisions in the first place (and therefore eliminating evil) ? Would we then have free will because we couldn't do the wrong thing? Would we even know a wrong existed? Because God knew that he took away the option of doing evil he would know that there would be that extra option (decision) of doing evil so therefore we would not have free will. But if we didn't know that we didn't have free will, would then we feel that we did have free will? YIKES!!!! I got to go get Maria before my head explodes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "I'm outta here" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-110186570070412767?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/110186570070412767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=110186570070412767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110186570070412767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110186570070412767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/11/free-will.html' title='Free Will'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-110135514747463321</id><published>2004-11-24T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:59:07.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T-dayizzle</title><content type='html'>Well, it's thanksgiving again.  And here's what I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Health&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends&lt;br /&gt;3. Family&lt;br /&gt;4. Maria&lt;br /&gt;5. School&lt;br /&gt;6. Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my bare essentials without going into detail on some other topics. It's been a long time since I've last posted, and not because I haven't had the time but just because I haven't had anything to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going well, I'm cruising along without any major disappointments, tennis is going well as well. I hit about 3 times a week which keeps me just right in terms of where I want to be hitting and timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot calmer about things now-a-days especially in life. I've learned that there are certain things that are out of my control so I shouldn't spend time thinking of ways to fix them. This isn't with anything in specific but just in general. For example, I was feeling a little sick a few days ago and instead of being in a bad mood, I just sucked it up and made the best of the situation. I just know that there will always be something that goes wrong so I just need to roll with the punches. I'm quite content with my views of how I deal with life. It's chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from work, and am awaiting some friends so I'm going to have to go ahead and call it on this post.. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "feeling alright" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-110135514747463321?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/110135514747463321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=110135514747463321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110135514747463321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110135514747463321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/11/t-dayizzle.html' title='T-dayizzle'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-110002014593180347</id><published>2004-11-09T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T16:23:09.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah dah yah</title><content type='html'>well, to be honest, i don't really have a title for this blog entry yet, but i guess i'll work on that later! First and foremost, i would like to give a shout out to Aaron Bell and his win at nationals in frisbee. WOW, go Bell and TAD!! You guys are the man (well men, if you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun catching up with old friends.. there is nothing like a good conversation with someone that you havn't talked to in a long while ( I just turned up the heat in my house cause i was flippin freezing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just decided, after too many years, that I should start giving my papers to my mom.  I guess later is better then never.  I finally realize that I have good ideas, but need help on organization and such.  She is very good at that kind of stuff.  So getting her help could possibly get me to start writing better papers.  I guess the big kicker was when maria got a 95 on her paper.  I wish that i could get a 95 on my papers.  Well the time is now to do that, so I just sent out the email, and i'm waiting for it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-110002014593180347?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/110002014593180347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=110002014593180347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110002014593180347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/110002014593180347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/11/blah-blah-dah-yah.html' title='blah blah dah yah'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109902429342132985</id><published>2004-10-28T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:31:33.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money mind games</title><content type='html'>     I think that there should be an official motto for country clubs:  "Come spend money, heck, play a little tennis while your here!"  It's funny what you hear when you're working.  People have no idea what they happens when it's just the employees talking.  People don't want to teach, they don't want to serve, they could care less if you came at all.  It happens everywhere, in every restaurant or country club you go.  Everyone is so fake when you get there, "Oh hi Mr. Meiling, how are you?  How are the kids?  The wife?  Good!!"  The second, and I emphasize the word &lt;a href="http://education.yahoo.com/reference/dictionary/entry/second"&gt;second&lt;/a&gt;, they walk away, oh man, if they don't like you it's over.  We don't care about what you did today, or how your wife and kids are.  We are paid to do that.  Paid to be polite.  I really think that the people actually believe us.  It's kind of sad because we, the country club industry, abuse the power of manipulation.  We actually make them feel important.  And the worst part about it, they pay, for the most part, top dollar to hear that!  Unbelievable!  And when they tell you that they want you to come participate in their events (tennis, dinner dances, and so on yada yada blah *cough* bullshit) so that you can come and "have a good time" cause that is what they want.  Let me fill you in on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Scroll down**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS COMPLETE AND UDDER HORSE  SHI....  (lets keep this G-rated) POOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     They don't care if you have a good time.  They want YOUR money.  So here we go, if you want to believe that most of the country club employees are good people, and some of them are and actually do care about you (well, not you, but your well-being, well that's going to far, but care about something more then the money) then I encourage you to become a member.  But for those of you who are in complete denial..  Wake up!  Treat us like normal people, cause if it were up to us, we'd do the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "stop wasting your money, and give it to me" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  People won't go on the court til 2:00, not a second earlier.  Heaven forbid you'd actually want to do your job.  Booo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       MQ #17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109902429342132985?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109902429342132985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109902429342132985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109902429342132985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109902429342132985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/10/money-mind-games.html' title='Money mind games'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109872656309154542</id><published>2004-10-25T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:49:23.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>1. What is your Full name: Ira Dede Meiling&lt;br /&gt;2. What color pants are you wearing now : Jeans (is that a color?)&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now: the calming sounds of library&lt;br /&gt;4. What are the last 2 digits of your mobile phone number: 67&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing you ate: A salad with Ranch Dressing&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon what color would you be? I would rather be a marker&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now? Actually, blue sky with strands of clouds (few and far between)&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you talked to on the phone: Maria Quesada&lt;br /&gt;9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex: Smile&lt;br /&gt;10. How are you today: doing alright!&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite Drink: I wanna say strawberry lemonade&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Alcoholic Drink: Captain Coke, any good calming cocktail&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite Sport: Tennis&lt;br /&gt;14. Hair Color: Ssssssandy Blonde *insert winking eye*&lt;br /&gt;15. Eye Color: Greenish Blue&lt;br /&gt;16. Siblings: 1 sister, TRESCA!&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you do for a living? study, hang with maria, play tennis&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite Month(s): Real gansta ass Ira's don't have favorite months&lt;br /&gt;19. Where do you call home? Milwuakee, WI&lt;br /&gt;20. Last Movie you watched: That Team America movie...  don't go see it&lt;br /&gt;21 Favorite Day of the Year: krimmus&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you too shy to ask someone out? Ask Maria&lt;br /&gt;24. Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla with hot fudge&lt;br /&gt;25. Hugs or Kisses: what it leads to!&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you want your friends to write back? I like it when someone does&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is most likely to respond: The Bell Man&lt;br /&gt;28. Who is least likely to respond: everyone cept aaron and tresca  :-(&lt;br /&gt;29. Living Arrangements: Top part of house&lt;br /&gt;30. What books are you reading? does madden 2005 count?&lt;br /&gt;31. What’s on your mouse pad: some red Omni Tech symble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109872656309154542?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109872656309154542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109872656309154542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109872656309154542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109872656309154542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/10/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109867412778192987</id><published>2004-10-24T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T14:36:58.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well, I guess it's time again</title><content type='html'>Ok, to start off, the Yankees lost. *insert sad face*. This sucks.. and the worst part about it. The Boston Red Socks won. Unbelievable! "&lt;a href="http://www.soxsuck.com/curse.html"&gt;The Curse&lt;/a&gt;" actually has a chance of being broken.  What sucks is that people are jumping on the &lt;a href="http://www.hyperdictionary.com/dictionary/bandwagon"&gt;band wagon&lt;/a&gt; (see definition 2) of the BoSox. There is nothing that makes me more angry then when people jump on the band wagon. Now people used to yell at me for liking the Lakers, and I could understand that if I had no reason to like them, but I did! I love Karl Malone and I will follow him to whatever team he goes to. Alright, enough of my sport talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's Sunday, and I just got done watching a good soccer game, and working all day. Let me tell you my day, which isn't really all that bad. First, I woke up and went to work. Being 7:45 in the morning I was a little bit tired. Understandably, but I went, and I worked. It was alright, but I was able to sneak away so that I could watch Maria's soccer game. It was a rough game, but they prevailed! It was a fun game to watch and I had a great time. However, after the game, back to work I went. Work was pretty slow but I did get to play some tennis with Mike Peterson, a junior that goes to Brookfield East. He's cool, a good player, but has some work to do. Obviously I do to, but just commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like with Maria is great! I don't think that things could get any better in our actual "relationship". She's the best. Her smile lights up room, warms my heart *insert brownie points* YES!! We have a great time together, it's amazing and I hope will continue to grow with each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next week of school will be fun cause we only have 3 days before our long weekend. I'm excited. This is my first college break since going back. There are always firsts, and this one will be a good one for me. I have a short week, but a long weekend coming up. On saturday I think that i'm taking the trip down to lake forest for Maria's soccer tournament. It should be some fun games to watch. Then Saturday, Kara is taking us back down to watch round two of the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i've had people over since i've started writing this so i'm going to go. I leave with this, "a real gansta ass Ira don't run from fights cause a real gansta ass Ira don't start fights"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "monday is the start of the week" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109867412778192987?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109867412778192987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109867412778192987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109867412778192987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109867412778192987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-i-guess-its-time-again.html' title='well, I guess it&apos;s time again'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109819816020115103</id><published>2004-10-19T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T10:02:40.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an update</title><content type='html'>It's been an alright week.  Boston won 2 of 3 so back to NY they go for games 6 and 7.  School has been going pretty well.   My body is physically tired, from not being able to find some sort of normal sleeping pattern.  It's funny how that works.. You think that you've gotten enough sleep one night, but you wake up tired.  Crazy!  Lastly, cause i'm too tired to type on this anymore right now.  It seems as if i've lost my spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "outcasted" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109819816020115103?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109819816020115103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109819816020115103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109819816020115103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109819816020115103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/10/update.html' title='an update'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109777678113839495</id><published>2004-10-14T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T12:59:41.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 minutes left before class</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Thursday, and not that I'm not happy, but there isn't much happening today worth being excited over. There is no debate (thank the lord) and no Yankees game. Well, there might be a Cards/Stro's game, but honestly, the world series is in Boston right now! Anyways, one last thing about the game, it's funny to hear the "Who's your Daddy?" chant from the fans.. All I keep thinking is, "thank god this isn't an NBA game".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home yesterday to visit my mom. She's doing well and always seems to be happy to see me. Greeting me with the regular, "Iiiiiraaa, I wasn't expecting you" or "this is a pleasant surprise". Its good to hear that every once in a while. The reason I went home was to gather some pictures from our family vacation to the &lt;a href="http://www.unicom.com.mx/htmls/mayan_ruins.html"&gt;CHICHEN ITZA&lt;/a&gt; in Cancun Mexico. We were discussing the ruins in my history class, when it triggered my memory to our vacation. Immediately my hand shot up saying, "I've been there". Dr. Burkee said that I should bring in the pictures so figuring that this might be a "teacher finds interest in student" opportunity, I decided to give it a shot. I loved hanging out with my mom looking over picture albums. They are fun to look at. Reminiscing on your past vacations, remembering how you looked. Accidentally grabbing the wrong album and going back to our days in Hawaii. I can't wait to have an album of my own. Filled with my kids, my trips, my wife. Well, I guess all in good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 5 minutes were spent talking to Showtime. Showtime is the equivalent of Pat at Tosa West. That's all I can really say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final thought: Been a crazy last few days. Some people say that we learn from our past in order to not repeat it in our further. I say, "embrace the past and work with it to develop the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "philosophy watch out... Here I come" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109777678113839495?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109777678113839495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109777678113839495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109777678113839495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109777678113839495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/10/20-minutes-left-before-class.html' title='20 minutes left before class'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109772137834113752</id><published>2004-10-13T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:36:18.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the presidential debate vrs BoSox/Yankees?</title><content type='html'>Well, i'll be honest.. I think both of them are stupid and don't deserve to be president. All Kerry does is say that he has all these master plans but doesn't explain them. He also can't say one word without, what seems to me, doing some sort of weird hand guesture. Maybe, one of his "plans" is to implement a new system of sign language. I think that it would help because it seems as if I could learn this one. Now, i'm not saying that Bush is much better. All he does is smile, wink, and say, "uh, well". It seems to me as if he speaks with about 8 or 9 commas between each word. These two are worthless. It's still sticking with my thought about Will Smith running for president (did you know that Will Smith had a full ride to MIT, but turned it down to persue his rapping career?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I HATE BASEBALL! I can't deal with the full 3 hour sit around and do nothing bullshizzzz that baseball has to offer. It's not the fast pace action of the NFL or NBA that I love. Also, I can't stand the fact that A-Rod can stand at third base and pick his balls for&lt;a href="http://www.thekansan.com/stories/121400/spo_1214000023.html"&gt; 25 million dollars a year!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But you know what?  I love the BoSox Yankee series.  There is something about those damn yanks that i can't get enough of.  Oh yeah, and those Bo's..  What is with this???  It's just that at any moment a fight could erupt.  Also, the fact that at any, and I strongly emphasize the word any, moment in the Yanks lineup.  I mean, lets take a case from tonights game.  About 20 min ago John Ulrued hit a homerun..  Let's get serious here, he wears a helmet on the field.  I'm not using that saying that he couldn't hit a homerun, just kinda being silly.  The point is that he is over 100 years old and shouldn't be playing baseball, but this is the Sox/Yanks series, so why not!  So i'm watching the Game instead of the debate, and for all you who don't like that.   GO VOTE or something, oh yeah, you can't yet, so watch the flippin game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Oh, and one more thing.   Anyone who says that you think stienbrenner sucks cause he spends all that money on the Yankees.   What would you say if he owned the Brewers?  Thats right, nothing, so shut your mouths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "i'm out" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109772137834113752?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109772137834113752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109772137834113752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109772137834113752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109772137834113752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/10/presidential-debate-vrs-bosoxyankees.html' title='the presidential debate vrs BoSox/Yankees?'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109711980804712606</id><published>2004-10-06T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T22:30:08.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling better about tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you have to tell yourself that you'll feel better about it tomorrow.   Well now is one of those times.  So tomorrow i'm going to read this and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAY TO GO IRA!!  BE STRONG!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ira "sighs tonight, but smiles tomorrow" Meiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109711980804712606?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109711980804712606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109711980804712606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109711980804712606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109711980804712606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/10/feeling-better-about-tomorrow.html' title='feeling better about tomorrow'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109710187815429869</id><published>2004-10-06T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T17:31:18.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me!</title><content type='html'>I like life right now.. It's fun to be me. Well... Almost, I'm sick! Not really sick, but head cold sick. You know, the kind that keeps you up all night with a dry throat and stuffed up nose. Yea, that kind. Anyways, &lt;a href="http://athletics.cc.edu/athlete_detail.asp?athleteid=1891"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt; and I are happy. She's doing very well in soccer (&lt;a href="http://athletics.cc.edu/team_events.asp?teamid=234"&gt;Carroll college&lt;/a&gt;) with an amazing (great passes, ok shots, amazing vision) game last night when they beat Beloit college 1-0. The funny thing is, is that they out shot them something like 38-6. Honestly though, the goalie played a "standing ovation" type of game, which she got from the fans at the game anyways. Well, maybe not all the fans, but me and Cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Cane. Cane is my new friend from school. Cane is really nice, and fun to hang around. Also, a good person to talk to about almost any topic you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to everyone for not really keeping up with the blog for the past few weeks. I've been really busy *eyes darting back and forth* yeah.... busy.... OK FINE, I've been studying and playing madden. That and going to Maria's soccer games. I've only missed two, and those weren't even my fault anyways. Cause I was gone, and they were in IL. School, studying, and video gaming has been my life recently. I can't say that I'm really all that upset about it either. I enjoy school, I enjoy reading (as much as anyone can) and I enjoy beating teams with the mighty J-E-T-S (jets Jets jets!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't much coming up in my life (besides a few of Maria's soccer games) that I'm really looking forward to. School is school, I guess which is kinda fun, and home is home. I'm content. I miss my sister, and parents, not because I haven't seen them in a while, but just because I do. Oh well, I guess you just gotta keep truckin along with whatever I am doing because it seems to have done me well so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this post is out to YOU, who IM'd me about not writing in this. So here you go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "a lil bit sick" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109710187815429869?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109710187815429869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109710187815429869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109710187815429869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109710187815429869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/10/me.html' title='Me!'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109634670181196290</id><published>2004-09-27T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T23:47:51.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot vrs. Door</title><content type='html'>You can only open a door so far with a foot there.. You know what I'm talking about, when you are running away from someone, shut the door, and then jam your foot right there so they can't get in. This past weekend, I encountered a situation that resembled the "foot vrs door". Although it wasn't exactly like it, it was along those lines.. Let me explain my feelings now. You can't force the door open otherwise you'll hurt the foot. You need to convince the foot that it is ok to step away from the door so that you can come it. But what if the foot doesn't want to move? Then you have to talk with the foot, and let the foot (him/her) know that it's ok to move away. Sometimes, you have to let the foot move on its own. The point here is to be patient. Let the foot step away on it's own. I know you want in the door, but as long as the foot is there, face it, you're not getting in.  The foot has it's reason for being there, and nothing you can do is going to make the foot move unless it's ready. Thankfully, the foot has stepped aside and I have been let into the room. It's great in here, there is the loving feeling around us. I feel safe inside, away from the outside world where it's just me and you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm TRIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "drinking' lots of water" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109634670181196290?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109634670181196290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109634670181196290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109634670181196290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109634670181196290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/09/foot-vrs-door.html' title='Foot vrs. Door'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109513914257018841</id><published>2004-09-14T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T00:19:02.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Socialization and the conscious processing mind</title><content type='html'>“Real calculators carry out their functions by virtue of how they are wired. The calculators of Windows carry out their function by virtue of programs written to imitate real calculators. As Turing showed, computers are general-purpose devices that can be programmed to imitate any special-purpose device. The vitrual calculators seem to work just like the calculators they mimic, but the electronic work done behind the scenes is completely different. Broadly speaking, every program running on a computer implements a different virtual machine. The calculator programs create a virtual calculator, a flight simulator creates a virtual airplane, a chess program creates a virtual chessboard and a virtual opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennett proposed that consciousness is a virtual machine installed by socialization on the brain’s parallel processor. Most important, socialization gives us language, and in language, we think and speak one thought at a time, creating our serial-processing conscious processors. Human beings are remarkably flexible creatures, able to adapt to every environment on earth and aspiring to living in space and on distant planets. Animals are like real calculators, possessing hardwired responses that fit each one to the particular environment in which each species evolved. People are like general-purpose computers, adapting to the world not by changing their physical natures but by changing their programs. The programs are cultures that adapt to changing places and changing times. Learning a culture creates consciousness, and consciousness is adaptive because it bestows the ability to think about one’s actions, to mull over alternatives, to plan ahead, to acquire general knowledge, and to be a member of one’s society. It is through social interaction — not through solitary hunting, foraging, and reproduction — that individual humans and cultures survive and flourish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[“A history of Psychology - main currents in psychological thought”, 6th edition; Thomas Hardy Leahey, pg. 442]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just giving my readers something to think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109513914257018841?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109513914257018841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109513914257018841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109513914257018841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109513914257018841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/09/socialization-and-conscious-processing.html' title='Socialization and the conscious processing mind'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109513148190348258</id><published>2004-09-13T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T22:30:41.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Packers!</title><content type='html'>As I'm just finishing up my history paper, the packers are in route taking it to the Carolina Panthers! What??? Shoot!! I thought they had another TD, but Rob bumped into the conerback, "pushing off" of him, allowing him to catch the Touchdown.. BOOO, bad call. Oh well, it's a commercial now. I'd have to say, even tho I'm not really a big fan on commercials, they have gotten a lot better then they used to bed... GO GO GO.... OHHHH Donald.. Wow, this is intense all of this back and fourth, back and fourth between the TV and the computer. Jeez.. YEAH!!! AHHHH-MAN GREEN!! Alright, back here.. So I was thinking the other day that I need to start incorporating people into this b-log of mine. So here it goes. My history class is chill.. There is the dude next to me Jake, I think, who is cool.. Doesn't do his work much, but who can blame a person not wanting to read about history. There are three people in front of me named Kyle L., Kyle, and Stacy. Stacy, I don't' know much about her, but seems hella cool. She is a soccer player for the school. I'm anxious to see how they do against Maria and the Carroll team. I think that Carroll will win only because they are really good, and of course, have Maria and Julia!!! But anyways, Kyle L, is tight, he's my first friend at Concordia. He really funny and always makes it a point to say hello. A good quality in a person. Finally, there is Kyle. Kyle is a soccer play, and a football player. He kicks. I learned more about Kyle today at lunch. He has a fantasy football team, as do I, and enjoys watching the packers.. As do I.. See, getting to know people is fun. Also, and I almost forgot there is Kane. Kane is really smart and also likes to show up in my philosophy class. He's always got the right answer, and enjoys laughing with me during class. Of course at the jokes that Burkee makes.. That's all I got right now cause Nick Barnett just intercepted the ball and the Packers are going to go kick some ass and take some names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I'd like to say one more thing.. GO NORTHWESTERN!&lt;br /&gt;Also, 20, stay up.  Things always have a way of working themselves out!!  (dammit i wish there was a smiley face option)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "kicks ass and takes names" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109513148190348258?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109513148190348258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109513148190348258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109513148190348258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109513148190348258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/09/go-packers.html' title='Go Packers!'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109453608129565705</id><published>2004-09-07T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T00:48:01.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said video games weren't stressful.. I disagree (oh Reginal... i disagree)</title><content type='html'>Last night, well, this morning, whatever you want to call it.. Bobby and I played the most intense Madden 2005 five games of our season. To start it off, Bobby, and his Eagles faced the ever dangerous Vikings. A game that features, arguably, the best receivers in the game. Terrell Owens, and the one and only Randy "who dat" Moss.. (just kidding on the nik name) Anyways, with under a minute left and bobby trailing 31-38 the eagles maneuvered their way down the field. With 4 seconds to go, McNabb threw a ball into the sidelines (obviously, to stop the clock) but was unable to get out of the "intentional grounding" area. The result, a 3rd and 14 (goal, because of the remaining clock) with 1 second left. McNabb dropped back and threw a bullet touchdown to Fred Mitchell who was eagerly awaiting the throw in the back of the endzone. With the game now into over time the Eagles won the toss and began their drive towards the "lets get the hell outta here" endzone. Long story short the Eagles were able to score a touchdown ending the game and the result&lt;br /&gt;EAGLES 44&lt;br /&gt;VIKINGS 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 2 featured the NY Jets (me) and the SD Chargers (comp). The game started off to a rough start that was highlighted with 2 interceptions and a fumble resulting in a 0-17 end of the first quarter. A bummer for me, considering I'm not a "come from behind" team, unless I'm playing mark.. HAHAHA.. Well anyways, my offense started to come to life towards the end of the half leaving me with 2 field goals resulting in a 6-17 halftime score. Rallying the troops in the locker room, they came out with one goal in mind. That was to show the San Diego crowed that they weren't going to leave here happy. With two scores, the last coming with 2 minutes left in the game, I was feeling confident that I could hold off the two minute warning B.S that is associated with the game. The score, 20-17... with 6 seconds left in the game they tied the score. Great.. another over time game in an already stress filled room. Not winning the toss, like the Eagles had, I was worried that this could be the end of my perfect start (of 1-0 of course). I got them to punt which made me start on my own 33 yard line. This is where the fun began. With Chad Pennington surgically dissecting their defense we made our way down to their six yard line. Knowing that I could make the field goal if I so desired, I decided that it would be fun to pad the stats and throw a TD. As you could probably guess, Chad threw one away, yeah, away as in right to the defender who picked it off and began his way to my endzone. Fortunately, I stopped him two yards out of the endzone... But after you throw a pick like that, he might have well had taken it back all the way. So Phillip Rivers took the field and called the play. It was supposed to be a check back to the right. But we read that shit like yesterdays paper and picked it right back off. Learning my lesson from the earlier occurrences, my field goal unit, after running it into the middle of the field took the opportunity and did not fail.. the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jets 20&lt;br /&gt;Chargers 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira " two OTs is TOO much for us" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;Bobby "wait, let me get one more game" Molthen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109453608129565705?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109453608129565705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109453608129565705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109453608129565705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109453608129565705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/09/who-said-video-games-werent-stressful.html' title='Who said video games weren&apos;t stressful.. I disagree (oh Reginal... i disagree)'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109419005054597086</id><published>2004-09-03T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T00:40:50.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NW Kicker BLOWS it AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>It was 38 to 38 in the 4th quarter with NW (northwestern) driving down the field. There was about 4, or so, minutes left in the game. 2nd and 6 and they throw a pump fake to try and draw the defense in so they can throw a loft down the left side of the field. The snap was clean, the pump was "pumped" and the toss was up. It hit the &lt;a href="http://nusports.collegesports.com/sports/m-footbl/mtt/philmore_mark00.html"&gt;receiver &lt;/a&gt;in the hands, bounced into the air and landed in the hands of the defender who took it back 32 yards, and was out of bounds when a bone headed &lt;a href="http://nusports.collegesports.com/sports/m-footbl/mtt/howard_loren00.html"&gt;NW player&lt;/a&gt; hit him causing a 15-yard late hit penalty. Anyways.. TCU drives the field and scores with 2 minutes left giving them a 45-38 lead. Now, being a NW fan, I couldn't help but will my team back down the field to tie the game. With all of the strength I had, they drove down and scored the touchdown!! So it goes to over time. NW gets the first possesion. That's alright, alright until stupid &lt;a href="http://nusports.collegesports.com/sports/m-footbl/mtt/huffman_brian00.html"&gt;NW kicker&lt;/a&gt; misses an easy 30 some odd yard field goal to the left. Now you have to under stand that, after that kick, he was 1-5 today!! Can you believe that, 1 for 5. For those of you who don't know what that means. That means that he mad 1 field goal in 5 attempts. Ok, so that hurt. He missed... Well, I guess now we'll just pray for a miracle. And that miracle got answered. While TCU attempted a field goal, one of the NW defenders leaped into the air and blocked what was to be the winning attempt. HURRAY, at least until TCU got the ball back in OT2 and kicked a field goal. I thought, or prayed that the momentum would carry over and they would be able to get into the endzone, but I was wrong and the mighty FROGS held them to only 8 or so yards to set up another field goal attempt from about 30 yards out. Well wouldn't you know it, he missed again!! I can't believe it. 5 missed attempts.. some kickers go the entire season not missing five, and this chump missed 5 in a game. I guess I could have seen it coming cause I've played NCAA football 2005 and he's terrible in that game too. I say they cut him and start looking somewhere else. To bad that option isn't available in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "wondering if I should go to NW and kick field goals... know I couldn't do any worse" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109419005054597086?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109419005054597086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109419005054597086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109419005054597086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109419005054597086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/09/nw-kicker-blows-it-again.html' title='NW Kicker BLOWS it AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109400525705542378</id><published>2004-08-31T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:20:57.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a recent coversation (on a study break)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: hey there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: i'm reading about the socrates trial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: idk if i spelled that right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: my book is in the other room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: look at me, i'm learning and shit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: it's kinda fun too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hamm2211&lt;/span&gt;: i hate philosophy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: i love it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: it's silly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: they should call it philosilly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hamm2211&lt;/span&gt;: seriously&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hamm2211&lt;/span&gt;: its an art of bullshit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: it tickles my brain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hamm2211&lt;/span&gt;: you should be good at it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D0ct0rR3bos&lt;/span&gt;: yup, that i am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109400525705542378?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109400525705542378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109400525705542378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109400525705542378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109400525705542378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/08/recent-coversation-on-study-break.html' title='a recent coversation (on a study break)'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109341132458548204</id><published>2004-08-25T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T00:22:04.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I've been on vacation, and I really don't have anything to write about lately. I'll get writing when I get the chance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "is really tired" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109341132458548204?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109341132458548204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109341132458548204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109341132458548204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109341132458548204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109237164177845416</id><published>2004-08-12T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T15:47:04.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DRY!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm about halfway through this new &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0312272057/ref=sib_dp_pt/102-6853410-0443314#reader-link"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; that I'm reading! It's really good. It's about a homosexual alcoholic and his road to sobriety. I've written&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;some things down as I have been reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When Group (AA) is over, we all pile into the same elevator and nobody says a word. That's the strange thing about elevators, it's like they have the power to silence you. I've just been in a group therapy where people will reveal the most intimate details of their lives to complete strangers, and yet in the elevators nobody can say a word."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought that this was pretty silly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Another point he added later on in the book was about how people (in recovery) are always looking for these big dramatic miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"How we want the glass of water to magically rise up off the table. How we overlook the miracle that there is a glass at all in the first place. And given the universe, isn't the real miracle that the glass doesn't just float up and away???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really interesting book to read, it makes you take a step into the life of a popular, rich young man who's alcoholic tendencies catch up with him and make it impossible to continue his career. After being forced into rehab by his work, he begins to realize that he has a problem and begins to seek a new life. One of being free. Free from the alcohol, the messed up past, and stress. It's like I actually feel for this guy. I can see him being hurt, his struggle to continue his "dry" spell. I hurt for him, I laugh with him. He, in some crazy way, has become a part of me. It's weird that a book can really become a part of you. I think about reading whenever I'm bored (not often times do I, just because madden is so damn irresistible to me), but when I do, it's fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first picked out this book it was hard for me to get into because of it's slow beginning. It was really tough for me to read about this guy's lifestyle. But it turned out to be a great book, and I'm glad that I started to read it.. Can't wait for the next chapters.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "thinks of my head as an unsafe neighborhood, and doesn't go there alone" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109237164177845416?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109237164177845416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109237164177845416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109237164177845416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109237164177845416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/08/dry.html' title='DRY!'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109193982505664527</id><published>2004-08-07T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T21:49:04.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mia!</title><content type='html'>Today sucked, but it ended amazing. For some reason, after our soccer games, I had this huge headache. It was terrible. It got to the point where I couldn't move, couldn't talk, didn't want to open my eyes. I swear, if this wasn't hell, I don't wanna even think about what it could be. On a scale of 1 to 10, it was a 13. It got to the point where I became physically sick because of my headache. I know that I shouldn't type about this, cause it's really gross but it got to the point where I, well... I threw up. It sucked.. I hated every moment about it. Then my phone rang. It couldn't have come at a better time either. I was walking, well, dragging myself out of the bathroom and back into bed for round 10 of "attempting" to sleep it off when she called. I asked her to come and be with me, and she did. Not that I didn't expect her to, but it was great that she came. Immediately when she got here, I was feeling better already.. She laid down with me and just was there for me no matter what I needed. It was a feeling of togetherness that was so great! I loved being with her, I loved knowing that she was with me, and taking care of me. It almost made me feel as if I could, now, begin to feel better. That I wasn't alone in my battle against my head. After about 10 minutes I started feeling better, just talking, laying, and just having her with me feel like I was going to be alright no matter how much it hurt. I love her for coming for me, I love her for staying with me, and I know that it can only get better in the future. Now I'm going to bed, feeling perfectly fine and it's all because of MY MIA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "te amo" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109193982505664527?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109193982505664527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109193982505664527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109193982505664527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109193982505664527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-mia.html' title='My Mia!'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109174573209278498</id><published>2004-08-05T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T17:42:12.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Bring a Miniature Game to Mini Golf!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't have much time (it's 5:21 and I have a tennis match at 6) right now, but I thought I would write this in.. I went miniature golfing with a good buddy of mine Jon Kuether yesterday. It was fun, I had a great time, I mean, as good as I could have losing 6 &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0374900/"&gt;flippin'&lt;/a&gt; dollars. Anyways, let me tell you how it went. I started off shakey shooting a three on the first hole.. Not bad, but Jon sunk this killer six and a half foot put to deny my three and tally up a two. I hoped that this wasn't what was in store for me the rest of the day. As we putted our way through the course it ended up being a fairly good match. I ended up the front nine with a 23 to 24 lead (up 50 cents (50 cents/hole with the chance of a dollar bonus for a hole-in-one)). The second nine was where I messed up. With an uncharacteristic lack of clutch (to finish out on top) I blew a 50 cent lead and watched as Jon took a $2.50 lead. I could do nothing but sit back and enjoy the show!! Capped off with a hole-in-one (for Jon of course) we strolled up to the dreaded 18th end-of-the-day hole. To make it interesting we decided to do a double or nothing type of thing so that I would either owe him 5 dollars or we would go even. So Jon steps to the "tee" area. He "tee's" up and lets 'er rip down the left hand side of the fairway. It takes a lucky bounce, and lands in the hole!!! I couldn't believe it, another hole in one. Not only did he go the first 15 holes without one, he then managed to get two out of the last three. I found myself, now, in the hole 6 dollars (dammit, I wish there were smiley face things)! So I did what any athlete would do and "tee'd" up my ball, and drove a solid shot down the left side of the fairway, it looked good from where I was standing, hit the same rock as I had seen Jon's do only a moment sooner.. Struck the back portion of the hole, hit the front, and rimmed out!!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "luck be a lady..... some other night" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 5:34 and i have to seriously get a move on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109174573209278498?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109174573209278498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109174573209278498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109174573209278498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109174573209278498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-cant-bring-miniature-game-to-mini.html' title='You Can&apos;t Bring a Miniature Game to Mini Golf!!!'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109142148115070826</id><published>2004-08-01T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T07:24:50.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working sucks... don't do it</title><content type='html'>First off, let me tell you my schedule for working:&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 1-10 pm&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 8-330&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : 2-10&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 8-330&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 8-2, 4-1030&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 8-1&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 12-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* These do not include the 5-6 hours a week that I teach private lessons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, P.S. the girl that i teach (in tennis) just won the tourney at Western Racquet Club!! She is soo good, she took this "so-called" winner that the other girl hit, and smash a running backhand winner! Needless to say, i had to change my pants! Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone that sees me working, i'm not saying that my job is "hard", but it's long, and that, eventually, wears down on you. For example.. I worked from 1-11 last night, got home, and went to bed around 1250'ish. Today, i had to wake up at 7 in order to be able to get to my babysitting job. Now surviving on 6 hours a day is tough stuff. Oh well, soon i'll be in school again, and i'll be able to sleep in a little more. I'm out for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Ira "we all gotta earn it" Meiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** if anyone has JOKER from the &lt;a href="http://www.stevemillerband.com/"&gt;Steve Miller Band &lt;/a&gt;on their computer, and have AIM, let me know because i would like a copy of it!**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109142148115070826?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109142148115070826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109142148115070826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109142148115070826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109142148115070826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/08/working-sucks-dont-do-it.html' title='Working sucks... don&apos;t do it'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109098988969772527</id><published>2004-07-27T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T23:45:56.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my tennis match</title><content type='html'>I had a lot of fun today playing my match.. I don't have the time nor the energy to fill you in on the 2 hour and 45 min match, but the scoring was as following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st set:&amp;nbsp; 1-0, 1-2, 2-3, 2-5, &lt;strong&gt;3-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (ask me for details why i lost) &lt;br /&gt;2nd set:&amp;nbsp; 0-1, 2-1, 4-1, 5-2, &lt;strong&gt;6-3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3rd set:&amp;nbsp; 1-0, 2-1, 3-2, 4-3, 4-5, 5-6, &lt;strong&gt;6-6&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tiebreak:&amp;nbsp; 1-0, 2-0, 3-0, 4-0, 5-0, 5-1, 5-2, 6-2, 6-3, &lt;strong&gt;7-3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Old #1 player from concordia, which is good, cause their coach was there.&amp;nbsp; It was chill, i played amazing, wish i could have gotten a trophy (or a cookie at least).&amp;nbsp; Dammit, well i'm pretty tired now so i think that i'll put in a good movie and head to bed!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "i'm about to watch Cast Away" Meiling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; I'm working on writing that other post &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109098988969772527?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109098988969772527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109098988969772527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109098988969772527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109098988969772527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-tennis-match.html' title='my tennis match'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109090780946593131</id><published>2004-07-27T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T11:54:01.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrows (or some day soon) Post:</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp; The left lane is a vortex for speeding demons!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For every 2 there is always that bad one.&amp;nbsp; In basketball, you have Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen, and then there was Dennis Rodman.&amp;nbsp; In football, you have Brett Favre, Randy Moss, and then there is Terrell Owens.&amp;nbsp; For me, in my life, there is the right two lanes, and then, there is the left lane.&amp;nbsp; The left lane is supposed to be the "fast" lane.. The lane that you go in if you have somewhere to be fast.&amp;nbsp; But I find that if you really do have somewhere to be, you should stick to the right two lanes.&amp;nbsp; The reason I say that is because the majority of the cars travel in the left lane.&amp;nbsp; Like they think that it's there obligation to clog up the left lane in order to be in the, or so I call it, "left lane" click.&amp;nbsp; Its silly.&amp;nbsp; What really gets me is that one persons 10 mph over the speed limit isn't fast to the guy who is late for work and going 20 mph.&amp;nbsp; The 10 (person) is so caught up in being "popular" that he refuses to leave the left lane so that the person behind them can ride through.. This is my solution:&amp;nbsp; Break away from the norm and travel in the right two lanes.&amp;nbsp; Not only do you not have the deal with the "wanna-be" &lt;a href="http://www.johnbudzinski.com/images/traffic002.JPG"&gt;left lane'rs&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; ( I want you to really look at the picture and notice how everyone is going into the left lane.&amp;nbsp; Even that black taxi, just after getting on the highway is headed over there!!!)&amp;nbsp; So relax, if you have somewhere to be, there are always the right two lanes.&amp;nbsp; And remember two is always better than 1! &lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; high rail calls... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have the sheet in my bag to remember what I wanted to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Working! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Update on deception point &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "meeting requirements" Meiling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109090780946593131?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109090780946593131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109090780946593131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109090780946593131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109090780946593131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/07/tomorrows-or-some-day-soon-post.html' title='Tomorrows (or some day soon) Post:'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109071619667539582</id><published>2004-07-24T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T19:43:48.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ira... reading??  Yeah, you heard it here first</title><content type='html'>So, I'm reading this new book called &lt;a href="http://www.viloria.com/cgi-bin/amazon2.cgi?input_item=0671027387&amp;input_search_type=AsinSearch&amp;amp;input_templates=1"&gt;Deception Point&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;written by &lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://www.viloria.com/cgi-bin/amazon2.cgi?input_mode=books&amp;input_search_type=AuthorSearch&amp;amp;input_string=Dan+Brown&amp;input_templates=1"&gt;who wrote the following books&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; It's good, I like how he sets up the characters and plots to all of his books (I've read three this summer)&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; What I like most about him is that all of his books have more then one story going on at one time, with the combination with short chapters making it almost impossible to put down.&amp;nbsp; Talk about a &lt;a href="http://www.wildernessexposures.com/cliff%20hanger.JPG"&gt;cliffhanger&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;book!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now normally I'm not huge into reading, and I don't really know how it came to be that I'm reading all of these books..&amp;nbsp; I guess that since I'm playing tennis all day, everyday, that I have to find some time to break my "mental" sweat.&amp;nbsp; I can remember the days when I used to make fun of, good friend, &lt;a href="http://www.jsonline.com/sports/prepfb/player.asp?id=3494"&gt;Michael "barto" Bartowitz&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I can remember &lt;a href="http://www.jsonline.com/sports/prepfb/player.asp?id=4262"&gt;Mark Hamm &lt;/a&gt;and I used to make fun of him because he would read all of the time while we would be playing vids!&amp;nbsp; Now, I'm experiencing the best of both worlds.&amp;nbsp; It's awesome.&amp;nbsp; Reading gives me a chance to live in the realm the impossible (fiction of course).&amp;nbsp; It takes me away from the known and allows me to think about what could have happened instead of what did and has.&amp;nbsp; Reading is &lt;a href="http://www.rickhubbard.com/read.jpg"&gt;cool&lt;/a&gt;, no matter what people say! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nearing the end of Deception Point, and boy is it getting good.&amp;nbsp; Let me give you a little insider on what the book is about.&amp;nbsp; Basically, as all Dan Browns books start off, someone, in this case Rachel Sexton is brought into a situation to give her insight on a discovery by &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/externalflash/apollo11/index.html"&gt;NASA&lt;/a&gt;, who has been under a lot of fire because of recent failures, when they discovered a meteorite.&amp;nbsp; She is flown to the artic to analyze some data and give the president the facts before he goes public with this discovery.&amp;nbsp; Now, you have to keep in mind that this is an election year, in the book of course, and the president is using this to his advantage seeing that he has backed NASA through thick and thin... Mostly thick as of late, but with this discovery, this would give him the necessary faith of his people that he so desperately needs to stay in the &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/"&gt;white house&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I would tell you more, but then you probably wouldn't read the book!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go bum around cause I'm sore from all of this working/playing tennis/being lazy, whatever you&amp;nbsp;want to&amp;nbsp;call it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "reading is cool" Meiling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109071619667539582?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109071619667539582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109071619667539582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109071619667539582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109071619667539582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/07/ira-reading-yeah-you-heard-it-here.html' title='Ira... reading??  Yeah, you heard it here first'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109064865255671138</id><published>2004-07-24T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T01:07:01.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Improvments???</title><content type='html'>This "journal" goes out to my main man... AARON BELL!!&amp;nbsp; Bell, i tried to fix that problem you mentioned before about commenting... let me know if this works!!! Or you could just&amp;nbsp;post &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=anonymous"&gt;anonymous&lt;/a&gt;?!?!?&amp;nbsp; People comment, i wanna see if it works!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira "shoot.,.i.got.to.go.to.bed.cause.another.6.am.rising.for.me" Meiling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109064865255671138?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109064865255671138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109064865255671138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109064865255671138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109064865255671138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-improvments.html' title='New Improvments???'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109054929477559704</id><published>2004-07-22T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T01:07:59.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yikes... huffin and puffin (trying to catch my wind during soccer), and it's only halftime?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Man, today's game was hard... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tennis-- &lt;/strong&gt;tennis today was fun...&amp;nbsp;I played really well, I was hitting good &lt;a href="http://www.camp-greenbrier.org/images/tennis3.jpg"&gt;ground strokes&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp; my &lt;a href="http://newssearch.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/1795000/images/_1798059_federer_300.jpg"&gt;volleys&lt;/a&gt; were pretty good, and last but most importantly my &lt;a href="http://newssearch.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39250000/jpg/_39250244_federer2_ap200x245.jpg"&gt;backhand&lt;/a&gt; was smokin.&amp;nbsp; I was literally, on fire!!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't be stopped.&amp;nbsp; It was the most, that I have ever felt, of having been in that "zone"&amp;nbsp; Crazy!!&amp;nbsp; Can't wait til my next tennis hitting time!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soccer --&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe that my idea for working out, sitting around playing video games and reading, didn't work!&amp;nbsp; Unbelievable, why didn't it work.. For months I've laughed at all of you chumps who go work out, try to be all "fit"... Shit, I'm fit... For tennis!!!&amp;nbsp; Not for this soccer stuff.&amp;nbsp; No way, I'm done, I wanted to go out on a better note, but hell, for not playing for about 5 months, I didn't play to bad..&amp;nbsp; Well, I'm sure, if you knew that I played, you knew that there would have to be a score.&amp;nbsp; unfortunately, we didn't win, but were close..&amp;nbsp; I think the final score was 4-3.&amp;nbsp; Oh well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit of advice for people who are sweating after a game/match, or whatever you play, don't stand outside talking about stupid shit, cause your sweat will dry.&amp;nbsp; And it will get cold... and yes, it does suck..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell -&amp;nbsp; pretty sweet that you met him, sounds like a good time!&amp;nbsp; Wish that I could have been there.&amp;nbsp; Until I hear from you.. I'll prolly just call you phone or something.&amp;nbsp; Out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&amp;nbsp; Ira "to tired to do anything" Meiling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109054929477559704?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109054929477559704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109054929477559704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109054929477559704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109054929477559704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/07/yikes-huffin-and-puffin-trying-to.html' title='yikes... huffin and puffin (trying to catch my wind during soccer), and it&apos;s only halftime?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109047424603047732</id><published>2004-07-22T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T00:30:46.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the way me and c ball....</title><content type='html'>"i love wearin platinum, but my favorite colors green"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... was the song&amp;nbsp;line when, this is the way we ball came to mind.&amp;nbsp; We're sitting here, well, i guess, she is really, technically, standing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We're takin' hits off poke!&amp;nbsp; It's fun, chill, we're having a great time, when, suddenly, i g... iras smoking! pardon him...&amp;nbsp; alright, suddenly, i felt compelled to type something in this "blog" of mine.&amp;nbsp; I dont' really know where i'm going with this, but i know that something.&amp;nbsp; Within poke.... "it's true" calls out to "inform" me that i had a tiny penis!&amp;nbsp; Ouch!?!?!?&amp;nbsp; .. why would she say that, i mean, c'mon, she doesn't even know!!!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe that my C would do something like that..&amp;nbsp; GOd, no she's yelling, and pucnhing... he just touched my boob.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; GEEZ, a brotha can't even get a break in here...&amp;nbsp; It's like a platoon, just waiting to attack, when all of the sudden.... BAM!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She attacks, clear out of the bright day!!&amp;nbsp; Hmm, i don't really know what that last sentence was about, but whateve, i guess we just do what we want..&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109047424603047732?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109047424603047732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109047424603047732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109047424603047732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109047424603047732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-way-me-and-c-ball.html' title='this is the way me and c ball....'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109012122876109565</id><published>2004-07-17T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T22:43:47.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune cookies suck!</title><content type='html'>You know what, i was eating with my dad and grandma today at this restaurant called Ming Ho.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty good food, and so-so service, with terrible water.&amp;nbsp; The kind of water that leaves an (unpleasent) after taste in your mouth.&amp;nbsp; After the meal we recieved the&amp;nbsp;traditional, modern tradition of course,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.targetmaine.com/images/fortune_cookie.jpg"&gt;fortune cookie&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Normally you get some silly suggestion on what you should do.&amp;nbsp; Not some cop out suggestion.. Get this...&amp;nbsp; today, after opening my fortune cookie, it read:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;"Find release from your cares&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; have a good time"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Isnt that just the lame'st "fortune"?? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the day that i get: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;"Pick power ball numbers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10-23-64-15-17&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and you'll win for sure"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Now, wouldn't that be a little more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"fortunate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109012122876109565?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109012122876109565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109012122876109565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109012122876109565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109012122876109565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/07/fortune-cookies-suck.html' title='Fortune cookies suck!'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659087.post-109004166556327977</id><published>2004-07-17T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T07:27:38.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NCAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ebgames.com/ebx/product/242162.asp?siteID=Y7LRM9T9n%2FI-%2AWWM2Q8lLP8V7YMHluLekQ"&gt;NCAA Football 2005&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;What a fun game!!&amp;nbsp; I love it, the depth, the detail, the suspending (I'll get into it more).&amp;nbsp; Well, to start off this brief Blog I'll give you all a brief "demo" of the game.&amp;nbsp; There is so much to do, anywhere from classic games to rival games, fun games, and most importantly, DYNASTY MODE!&amp;nbsp; Now for those of you people who don't play video games, I must warn you that I get extremely involved with them.&amp;nbsp; They are my friends, they, can sometimes be my enemies, but in every way, they are great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dynasty mode, the reason that I purchased the game, is the deepest, most detailed that I have ever seen!&amp;nbsp; Well first off we'll start off with the "home field advantage".&amp;nbsp; It's unbelievable, if you can get your fans crazy enough then the screen starts shaking.&amp;nbsp; Not only does that create a problem if you, or anyone else in the room,&amp;nbsp;are trying to watch the game, but the game play is effected as well.&amp;nbsp; In the game, when blasting the other team with cheer after cheer but, if loud enough, you will make it hard for the other team to pick up called audibles.&amp;nbsp; Without being able to hear your quarterback it's hard to run the correct play, and therefore, giving the home team, the advantage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be off for now, but who knows...??&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Northwestern vrs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tcu.edu/"&gt;TCU&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; --&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;43-0&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1-0 &lt;br /&gt;Northwestern vrs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.ukans.edu/"&gt;Kansas&lt;/a&gt; --&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;7-0&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2-0 &lt;br /&gt;Northwestern vrs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;#15 &lt;a href="http://www1.umn.edu/twincities/index.php"&gt;Minnesota &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- &lt;strong&gt;49-7&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3-0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;~Ira~ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;its.time.for.ira.to.go.to.bed.because.he.has.to.wake.up.again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659087-109004166556327977?l=irameiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/feeds/109004166556327977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659087&amp;postID=109004166556327977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109004166556327977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659087/posts/default/109004166556327977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irameiling.blogspot.com/2004/07/ncaa.html' title='NCAA'/><author><name>Ira Meiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077781054644461943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
