<?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-13940377</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:06:39.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to Make It With You</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeitwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13940377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeitwithyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913047520807366998</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13940377.post-112144893044580404</id><published>2005-07-15T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:35:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up On an Airplane</title><content type='html'>I spent a good part of Sunday trying to figure out how I was going to get from Ft. Myers, Florida to Austin, Texas.  I called the airport to see if my flight was canceled (hurricane Dennis had just passed by and was in my flight path) and they of course said "no".  So at 5 am I head to the airport only to find it was in fact canceled.  So after 45 min of stupidity the guy at the ticket counter said he could have me on a flight on Tuesday.  Only 2 days away.  But not to worry, my flight back would still be available.  I'd just be cutting my vacation short 2 days.  Which is fine cause when I spent the $400 I really only wanted to be there 4 days, not 6.  Or some shit like that!&lt;br /&gt;So, I manage to talk to someone with half a brain and get a flight out to connect in Tampa, then in Houston, and then arive in Austin.  I wait my 3 hours for this flight that I'm on stand by for, and manage to get in. Why you may ask?  Well because it was only a 6 person plane, and the couple ahead of me decided they didn't want to die!  I took a picture of the plane when the lugage cart was next to it, the cart was bigger then the plane, no joke!  &lt;br /&gt;So, needles to day I almost died on that plane (landing I had to just close my eyes) and then spent the rest of the day waiting for connections (all of which I was on stand by for as well) But I got into Austin.  Only to go the get my lugage and find out that while it wan't lost, it was possible sent through a car crusher or maybe a branch shredder.  It was completely deformed!  It no longer had a rectangular shape, the metal supports inside were bent to hell, the zipper was broken, and when I opened it up most of the solid items (a mirror, set of headphones, my deoderent, and a pair of sunglasses) So, I was pissed, but didn't want to deal with it.  So I think I'll just bitch them out when I get back to Florida tomorrow.  Wish me luck on that!&lt;br /&gt;I could go into how I also think my roomies (soon to be ex-roomies) are pissing me off, but I think that's another post all together!  &lt;br /&gt;Instead I'll just say that Austin, TX is nothing like the Delta (surprise there!) I've spent the week at draft houses, coffee shops, comedy clubs, on frisbee gulf courses, in natural springs, and eating good food.  Sometimes I wonder why I would sign up to head back to the Delta another year.  The problem with that is that sometimes, often in the same internal conversation, I think of how I'd like to spend maybe a 4th or 5th year there.  And that often leads into wondering if I even like being a teacher.  I know I'm bipolar in that respect, but lately I find it frustrating to have no idea about what I want to be doing with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13940377-112144893044580404?l=makeitwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeitwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112144893044580404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13940377&amp;postID=112144893044580404' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13940377/posts/default/112144893044580404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13940377/posts/default/112144893044580404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeitwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/07/up-on-airplane.html' title='Up On an Airplane'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913047520807366998</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13940377.post-112059396512863849</id><published>2005-07-05T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:06:05.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't go girl!</title><content type='html'>I’m pretty sure that’s a song by the New Kids on the Block.  (NKOTB) but it’s in response to Heather deciding to “take a break” from blog.  (sounds kind of like what I say to a girl when I want to break up but still make out on occasion)  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway…Sitting in the office.  Been sitting here for the past few hours.  Made about a dozen phone calls.  Took about another dozen.  Set up showings tomorrow.  Drank lots of coffee.  And now I’m just sitting here, waiting for my boss to get back from who knows where, so he can say “why don’t you head home.”  &lt;br /&gt;This is what I do, 5 days a week.  But then I get on the net and read other peoples’ blogs and make fun of them for having no life.  What a hypocrite am I!  &lt;br /&gt;I could also rant about how my roomie called me yesterday from the delta and told me “just so we’re clear, when you get back, your dog can’t stay here.”  I mean shit, what do I know, I just pay rent and put down a pet deposit.  Why the fuck should my dog be allowed to be at my house.  Crazy me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13940377-112059396512863849?l=makeitwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeitwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112059396512863849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13940377&amp;postID=112059396512863849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13940377/posts/default/112059396512863849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13940377/posts/default/112059396512863849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeitwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/07/please-dont-go-girl.html' title='Please don&apos;t go girl!'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913047520807366998</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-13940377.post-112000943955897303</id><published>2005-06-28T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T18:43:59.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She only comes when she's on top</title><content type='html'>So isn't it more fun if all the titles of my posts are song quotes?  Ok, maybe it's not but it kind of gives me a way to focus.  It's also kind of a glimpse into what songs I've heard/been thinking of lately.  &lt;br /&gt;I've been stuck on a Matt Nathanson CD Jo made for me.  I know the song/post title is a remix, but I enjoy it.  I play it on my way to work.  It takes a lot to get excited to go into a real estate office and be someone's bitch all day.  I mean shit, I make keys, run MLS reports, unlock condos, put listings into the computer, answer calls, and now I even know the copy code so I can do that too.  &lt;br /&gt;The up side is that I do make more money then I do as a teacher.  With that money coming in, plus the paychecks I get over the summer I am at least making enough money to push me over the poverty line.  &lt;br /&gt;Other then that I think I could bitch about the girl I met who works with my sister.  She's really hot, fun to be around, and an impressive kisser.  Down side is that she manages to never call me back.  Every time she sees my sister she says things like "i really need to call your brother" or "I hope he'll still talk to me" but still never calls.  I'm sure it wouldn't bother me much except that I've met like 2 people here and I hate just sitting around not doing anything.  GRRRRRRRRRRRR the real world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13940377-112000943955897303?l=makeitwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeitwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112000943955897303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13940377&amp;postID=112000943955897303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13940377/posts/default/112000943955897303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13940377/posts/default/112000943955897303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeitwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/06/she-only-comes-when-shes-on-top.html' title='She only comes when she&apos;s on top'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913047520807366998</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-13940377.post-111966826669099616</id><published>2005-06-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:02:31.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In a Name?</title><content type='html'>So it’s back to the blog world. I’ve been away for so long. First it was here talking all about being a first year teacher in the Mississippi Delta but to many of the wrong people found the sight and I couldn’t make fun of them any more. And to make it worse some said it may be a bit of “slander.” So then it was Xanga. It was just fine but I got lazy. So, H made me start posting again and I figured I should just start over.&lt;br /&gt;The new name “I Want to Make It With You” is of course from the song by the 70's band Bread. It was the first thing that popped into my head. I think it may have to do with the fact that I just spent an hour watching VH1’s 40 Most Awesomely Bad Love Songs. Make it with you was not on the list, but there were some clear favorites that were. One was "Anything for Love." And that brings up the question, Do WHAT? Wont do WHAT? That some how lead to Make IT With You. Make WHAT. All these IT’s and That's and my damn students don't even know what a pronoun is!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there shall be more soon. But for now its time to watch a movie on my sisters new home theater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13940377-111966826669099616?l=makeitwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeitwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111966826669099616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13940377&amp;postID=111966826669099616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13940377/posts/default/111966826669099616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13940377/posts/default/111966826669099616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeitwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In a Name?'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913047520807366998</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></feed>
