<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 01:39:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Yatta Yatta Yatta</title><description/><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-4319778651292984346</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T12:00:31.684-05:00</atom:updated><title>I feel the need.... the need for speed!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/kart-746728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/kart-746665.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of adriville.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most excellent time at The Zone on Friday night. Video and Photos at &lt;a href="http://www.inthelordsarmy.com/2008/08/zone.html"&gt;Juan's Blog&lt;/a&gt; and at &lt;a href="http://adriville.blogspot.com/2008/08/zone-zoom-zum-fun.html"&gt;Adri's Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I was doing wrong but everyone kept passing me. I thought all these stock cars were supposed to be built the same?</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/08/i-feel-need-need-for-speed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-8776993408713010118</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T19:24:46.398-05:00</atom:updated><title>Famous On Google Street View</title><description>Back in December, Robert and I were at a garage sale at the Country Club and the Google Car drove by taking pictures for their Google Maps Street View. Rob posted some pictures of the car on his blog &lt;a href="http://www.rob4got.com/2007/12/we-caught-google-car-and-made-contact.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt; Google Street View is a feature that Google added to Google Maps that let's you Zoom into the map and look around as if you are standing in the street. They do this by mounting cameras on cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I remember about that day, I check Google Maps to see if our images are up and lo and behold they finally are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/sv?cbp=1,67.67762335638423,,0,20.27057982044035&amp;amp;cbll=26.196965,-97.756704&amp;amp;panoid=A-cdqKqX6iDEE004HuJ3WA&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;gl=us" scrolling="no" width="425" frameborder="0" height="240"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=400+W+Palm+Valley+Dr,+Harlingen,+TX+78552&amp;amp;sll=37.09024,-95.712891&amp;amp;sspn=43.664131,93.164063&amp;amp;layer=c&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=26.210356,-97.762356&amp;amp;spn=0.012129,0.030899&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;cbll=26.196965,-97.756704&amp;amp;panoid=A-cdqKqX6iDEE004HuJ3WA&amp;amp;cbp=1,67.67762335638423,,0,20.27057982044035&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google recently decided to blur the faces of people on the street but that is Rob and I standing by his '67 Camaro. You can pan around and you will see the SS across the street. Pretty cool and it only took eight months to go online.</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/08/famous-on-google-street-view.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-8810733914438988087</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 23:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-25T19:10:55.458-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hurricane Dolly Rocked Us</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cda018a0356f7766" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38VlhtBOAEhAZle51Ap-5K9j-NMATgmPWJIbr-nyVJVxGDty2d_4h4-UdqmWQKoA5s1jiQHSuNq-OZV9ntoj95t1g2iOoJ_Inc1KH15GNe1vvNb3r-_Rf0C3Oe6lENVn4M-CYzIr2TfmeA3nyUR7CUYdQYcc0MKGGyfZb_JENAGgNMZ0NLhtGIehIrjgqH0SvamsVYC59fobKU9UzDyr7r3fCm%26sigh%3DjdIknqOYGML07sUdKz8sLLSKMuc%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcda018a0356f7766%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DNukKa1gUwgWC5rp9QcPQPeb1Daw&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;
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Oh man, he was getting angry. The cashier had left to get the "key" in these pics. If you don't know Juan, let me tell you. He is very vocal. He kept saying really loud. "I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE FAST LANE". &lt;p&gt;Dee and I were waiting for him laughing and feeling sorry for the checkout girl. Lol... Ok not really.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/07/fast-lane.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-2199429265447346101</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-03T13:18:10.885-05:00</atom:updated><title>It's A Girl!</title><description>It is official! Rob is a father. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gotta see the baby!!  &lt;/span&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.rob4got.com/2008/07/june-302008-903am.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/07/its-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-7929209779784649367</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T00:49:02.892-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tradition</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0386-737020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0386-737012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started because we were hungry. &lt;em&gt;Because&lt;/em&gt; there is no burger like it. &lt;u&gt;Because&lt;/u&gt; it's a great way to end the week. &lt;strong&gt;Because&lt;/strong&gt; we have a good time. Because there is always a &lt;em&gt;funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Because&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it's TRADITION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few Fridays the Deleons and I have been going out to eat at Wallbangers. Every time we go someone always has to say it is the &lt;em&gt;last time&lt;/em&gt;. They will remain nameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my fair readers know how much I love Wallbangers, so when Friday comes I am always anticipating &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Call. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It comes from Juan. It's the call that says, in so many words, we are keeping the tradition going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deleons like to keep me in suspense all day Friday, especially Juan with his &lt;em&gt;"dare I say" &lt;/em&gt;comments on Jaiku. Meaning that should he dare say we going to Wallbangers in the evening. That dirty rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next Friday.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/06/tradition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-8491015052688033497</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 05:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T00:26:24.407-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sparking it Up!!</title><description>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0399-764172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0399-763954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Juan had to jump start the church Lawn Mower today with DeeDee's car. Snapped this as he tested the jumper cables.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/Copy-of-IMG_0399-746711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/Copy-of-IMG_0399-746706.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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This is a screen shot of program I use on my phone to clean things up.</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/06/get-behind-me-satan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-3679550614371843323</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 22:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-09T17:40:05.349-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Kid Within</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0385-754150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0385-753927.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know about most people but there are certain things that make me feel like a kid again. Today I had one those moments where I felt like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wittle &lt;/span&gt;kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this morning when I saw a bright red Fire Truck parked outside my work. It is the time of year when the firemen get their physicals at the clinic where I work so I'll be seeing a lot of them for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just so cool to see it parked with cones all around it. I walked up to it slowly to take it all in; all the shiny chrome parts on its fire-engine red body shining at me as if to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at me.&lt;/span&gt; The best part was that the windows were all down. I have never been inside one before so I tippy toed up to see inside. Right then is when I felt like a little kid. It was just so cool. I looked around in there real quick while being afraid someone would catch me. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone could see me I snapped the picture you see here.</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/06/kid-within.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-1394906153325967554</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-23T23:49:59.343-05:00</atom:updated><title>Nice Parking</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/026-799345-799436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/026-799345-799423.jpg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;SPAN style='FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-WEIGHT:Normal;'&gt;This is my friend Rachel's Cruiser parked at O.G. The picture was taken after we ate. :) &lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/05/nice-parking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-8980739388713054418</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 23:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-20T18:54:40.834-05:00</atom:updated><title>test post</title><description>disregard</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/05/test-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-919972900380322066</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T22:13:56.974-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Next Chapter</title><description>An hour ago, I was sitting in my garage looking out as the cold rain was sprinkling down. It was dark in the garage as I looked out, watching my car get wet, and I started to think about where I was and how far I have come since growing up on 413 Oklahoma Street and it is amazing.  God is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many events in my life have lead up to where I am today, so many chapters in this life of mine. I started thinking about the next chapter. Wondering what it will be. What it will be about. Who will be the characters playing along side me. Many characters have come in and out of my life this far into my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has his plan. Everything does truly happen for a reason and I thank Him for making me into the person I am today, because yesterday, I'd be terrified of the next chapter, the unknown chapter.</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/05/next-chapter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-2113085666554837532</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-01T23:15:23.639-05:00</atom:updated><title>Goosebumps</title><description>Goosebumps or chills is what I would feel every time I would see the picture of the MANDATORY PPD TEST.  So, since I still have access, I wanted to bump that picture down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, don’t you think Goosebumps are weird?  It’s hard for me to describe things sometimes, so I found this…… “That funny, little tingling sensation that suddenly overtakes our senses and surrounds our being with an instantaneous feeling that almost resembles a chill. Often, it can be caused by a very pleasant experience, but is also associated with a thrill of some kind, or a momentary fright.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just never know when they will strike.  They can happen with a scary movie, with a sad story, or with a pleasant situation.  I can clearly remember getting chills right before they called my name at both High School and TSTC graduation ceremonies.  Oh, chills also come when you’re cold. Burrrrr.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s May 1st today.  I realize I have put the first blog for this month, let’s hope we see Sal bounce back and continue.  Don’t hold back!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have done enough to bump that picture down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Adriana Sujey</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/05/goosebumps.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adriana Sujey)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-2328563783785175637</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-15T14:51:20.443-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mandatory PPD Test</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_052-745306-746306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_052-745306-746294.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_053-746914-746994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_053-746914-746965.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_054-746761-746819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_054-746761-746810.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_055-746473-746564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_055-746473-746543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_056-747060-747085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_056-747060-747081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I still don't know the purpose of this test. Some sort of skin test we have to take because we work with sick people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was avoiding getting this done because I hate needles. I told the nurse that I would only do it if I could document the procedure for evidence. Ha..&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/04/mandatory-ppd-test.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-8421585626652758261</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-08T20:58:44.025-05:00</atom:updated><title>Just A Computer Guy</title><description>I only work on the computers at work? Pfft. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this machine we call the Embosser. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Datacard 280 to be precise.&lt;/span&gt; It prints out credit card type things we give to the patients that come to our clinic. For awhile it was giving us problems and it finally went off line. We figured out what part we needed and had it ordered. Having someone come down here to fix it is really really expensive so I decided to give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should of took a pic of it still together. Oh well, here it is with the hood opened.  Also worth noting, I didn't have the right size L wrench for this thing but the CEO brought me his set from home. TEAMWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_041-793133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_041-793111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, I left in color the area I was working on. You can see in this pic the belt is not sitting right. There was some play in the shaft. Had to take it apart again and insert a flair type thing I had left out. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_043-793477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_043-793261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, is what I thought was the finished product. The belt is nice and snug but there is a difference in the two pictures. First one to guess right wins dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_045-776306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_045-776065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to illustrate and talk about how I never thought that when I got this job, as a Tech at first and then the Director of IT  as I am now, that I would be doing so many things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noncomputer&lt;/span&gt; related. So when people ask me what I do here I always say I do a little of everything that has to do with digital or technical things. Whether it be the PBX system (telephone for the lamen folk), Televisions, or installing security cameras. All in a days work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, Many things I did not learn in college. It's every man for himself out here in the real world!</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/04/just-computer-guy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-6144210457735123972</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-07T21:32:29.204-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>corvette</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Simple Job Turns Complicated</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_034-708002-708079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_034-708002-708069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_038-708258-708318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_038-708258-708307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_036-708389-708450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_036-708389-708441.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Live Blogging from the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having trouble with Corvette not starting on the first ignition so Rob was kind enough to take out the starter for me. Sounds easy enough, but that wasn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob wanted to see if the starter would fire up not bolted down so the battery stayed connected. A few moments after he said he hopes the power doesn't make contact with anything, it made contact with a transmission line and punctured a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics. More to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;One more pic of Robs' bloody hand, I mean transmission fluid drenched hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_040-765107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_040-765091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob stopped the leak, after a few attempts and the car is starting fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rob! Such a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/04/simple-job-turns-complicated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-4968311363391748006</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-05T15:22:51.674-05:00</atom:updated><title>Third Pair of Cheap DG Sunglasses</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_032-752685-752803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAGE_032-752685-752777.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dolce and Gobbana? No! Dollar General baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the third pair this afternoon. They keep breaking. I get what I pay for I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! A few people have thought they were high priced shades.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/04/third-pair-of-cheap-dg-sunglasses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-6825041713079625594</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-04T11:12:37.101-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bloggers Block</title><description>I was rereading some old blog posts of mine recently and I sure do miss blogging. Lately, it seems that my blog has only been filled with funny moments or old memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of this Bloggers Block, as &lt;a href="http://www.inthelordsarmy.com"&gt;Juan&lt;/a&gt; calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned.</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/04/bloggers-block.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-3363664852996175087</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 00:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-27T19:07:39.940-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>austin</category><title>My Old Apartment In Austin, TX</title><description>Courtesty of Google Maps Street View.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My place was downstairs to the right of that stair case. The tree is blocking the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/sv?cbp=1,323.7499156062165,,0,6.320973504387443&amp;amp;cbll=30.22687,-97.722068&amp;amp;panoid=VNp2hlMQzplrzyQMB4OZCA&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;gl=us" frameborder="0" height="240" scrolling="no" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Austin,+TX&amp;amp;layer=c&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=30.280565,-97.748623&amp;amp;spn=0.022691,0.047035&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;cbll=30.22687,-97.722068&amp;amp;cbp=1,323.7499156062165,,0,6.320973504387443&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I used to work. It was very close to the apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office of the Attorney General, Child Support Division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="240" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/sv?cbp=1,8.386995081350051,,0,4.4750792403781725&amp;amp;cbll=30.218964,-97.718369&amp;amp;panoid=6z2rek4axFtjoF_52fpDfw&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;gl=us"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Austin,+TX&amp;amp;layer=c&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=30.280565,-97.748623&amp;amp;spn=0.022693,0.047035&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;cbll=30.218964,-97.718369&amp;amp;cbp=1,8.386995081350051,,0,4.4750792403781725&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Google, for that trip down memory lane.</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/03/my-old-apartment-in-austin-tx.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-388842157078153902</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-27T19:09:11.012-05:00</atom:updated><title>No More Bush</title><description>No, this is not political blog entry! This is about &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;greenery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some bushes on the inside of my yard that I have always thought were ugly. They are up near my neighbors house and even when I use to trim them I always thought they were ugly. Well, they got way out of control so I decided to have them removed completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away the yard feels bigger. So, I like it. Hopefully I can decide what to put in the place of these bushes. Right now all you will see is dirt. 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I spoke to Sandra from church, who works at Target, and she said that they would exchange it and sho nuff, they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they had was red though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few hours I thought about trying to exchange it for a Silver or Blue at another Target, but after lunch I took it out of its box and Ripped around the clinic I work at and then Ripped back around when I got out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am happy about that. 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Stik story read the rest of the blog or click &lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/03/rip-stik.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/03/no-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-1692327980754766618</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 05:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-21T01:36:57.733-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pool</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ripstik</category><title>R.I.P. Stik</title><description>Robert emptied his pool tonight. Getting ready for the Spring I presume. So we thought it would be fun to use the Ripstik in the Pool. Below is the result of that way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0315-706759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0315-706552.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0325-707025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0325-706823.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GerkilLE4WE&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GerkilLE4WE&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/03/rip-stik.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-3053244858503809275</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-17T09:10:00.408-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ripstik</category><title>Ripstik</title><description>I can't remember when it was, but I know it was one night that a lot of us from Church ended up at Wallbangers. I believe it was the night we found out Juan was Superman. Anyway, after Wallbangers we went over to Academy and that is when I first saw a Casterboard. It was laying in the aisle on its two wheels and then some employee got on and took off. I thought it was so cool. Many Many months later, after Christmas, I saw them again at Academy in Brownsville. Really started wanting one since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a gift card, a Target employee discount, and a $2.22 loan I finally got me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me a good while to finally be able to ride and then and even longer time to get the hang of turning. Call it a midlife crisis if you want, but it is a lot fun and I really like it. Below is a small, short video of me and Rob on the Ripstik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0844795810216606 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTjYFFhQ2Ao&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTjYFFhQ2Ao&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTjYFFhQ2Ao&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, with this type of thing, and with my lack of appropiate balance and skill it is only natural that I take a spill. Here are the results of that spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0313-752555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0313-752343.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/03/ripstik.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-3851848140307708766</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 06:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-15T01:37:01.121-05:00</atom:updated><title>I'm The One</title><description>I really hope &lt;a href="http://livingthegodlylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; don't mind me putting this song up here but it is really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find much of the lyrics online, but it goes a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3247397568-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=http://www.digisal.com/gbc/songs/Im The One.mp3" width="400" height="27" allowscriptaccess="never" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="window" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm the one He shed His life's blood to save. And I'm the reason He rose, from the grave. I'm the reason for those worn out sandals you see. He walked every mile just for me.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/03/im-one.html</link><enclosure type='audio/mpeg' url='http://www.digisal.com/gbc/songs/I%20The%20One.mp3' length='0'/><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sal)</author></item></channel></rss>