<?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-8471730</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:26:12.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MATTYB</title><subtitle type='html'>The events of a working man living a college life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471730.post-110847260477187379</id><published>2005-02-08T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:03:24.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big News</title><content type='html'>Well everybody, here it is. The big news. I know its been longer than I said, but I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fixed our ceiling!!! Well for most of you your probably lost. Well about 3-4 months ago we had a little water damage and some of our ceiling came down and some was hanging so I needed to rip that part down also. I won't get into the details, but we had some people over and were drinking very heavily and someone left the water on in the upstairs bathroom. It was a little clogged so it over flowed and was on all night. The thing that killed me the most was I was at the store a couple days earlier and had drano in my hand, but was only there to pick up a couple things and it was $5 so I put it back and got other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all for the past 4 months I had about a 3 foot by 4 foot hole into he ceiling. After all the cleaning having a big hole in the ceiling wasn't too bad. It grew on me. Well it was time to fix it and one of my friends came over and helped me fix the hole at 9 am in the morning. I told my roommate that he was coming over and that we were going to fix the hole. What he didn't know is that was going to make some noise. He went out drinking the night before and wasn't too happy with all the noise and came down cause I had said that we might need help. His help was minimal and his heckling irritating. All in all my friend and I got the hole patched and one coat of joint compound up. During the week I(myself) as my roommate sat on the chair continued to put up joint compound and sand a total of three times. Granted I have a 50 hour a week job and he sits around all day. I did it myself. I painted last weekend and have been on a high everyday since. It actually looks like there wasn't any hole in the ceiling at all. It is great. I never thought I would be so happy. I think now I have crossed over into the handy man stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110847260477187379?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110847260477187379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110847260477187379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110847260477187379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110847260477187379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2005/02/big-news.html' title='The Big News'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110754223513660522</id><published>2005-02-04T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T13:37:15.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse Trap</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend there were some reports that we had a mouse at my house. I had never seen the mouse, but my roommate saw him/her several times. So I went out and bought some mouse traps and some peanut butter for them and set them up in the kitchen and dining room. After a couple days I cleaned them and put more peanut butter thinking the reason that we didn't catch anything was because I had bad peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that wasn't the case. The mouse is too smart for that. He didn't fall for it one bit. Well my roommate had a great idea, take a box, a piece of wood, some rope, and a saltine cracker and make his own trap. I know right, I saw this in cartoons where the coyote tried to catch the roadrunner to no avail. Well I thought to myself, there is no way this is going to work. Well last night it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trap was set up in the dining room right by the kitchen and Tim, my roommate, lay stalking the mouse in the living room. After about an hour of some taunting by the mouse it ran back in the dining room and looked as though he was going under the couch and he made a B line towards the kitchen and right then the string was pulled and the mouse was trapped. I'm not sure that he was going to the cracker, but that is beside the point. So we went up to the box and it was dark so we thought it was caught, but wanted to look to make sure. We cut the bottom and open it up and I saw that he was in there. Tim wanted to see so we opened it up again and he tried to jump out, but I got the flap down just in time to hit him back in the box. He continued to try to jump out. With your hand on the top you could feel him hitting the top of the box. We then thought on how we would get it out. We took and piece of card board and slipped it under, but it got almost the whole way and got caught on the other side. The then slipped a book cover under the card board to the other side and took him outside down the street. We placed the box way down the street and put it on the ground to let him go. After we put the box down it was like he needed to get reaclimated because he sat there for about 15 seconds then jumped out of the box and ran off. If he comes back, we are killing him next time. The first offence you get off the second offence the punishment is death. I was so wired and excited that I didn't get to sleep til after 4 this morning. I'm thinking that there is more than one, cause there is never just one mouse. At least now we know how to catch it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Tim 1&lt;br /&gt;Mouse 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110754223513660522?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110754223513660522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110754223513660522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110754223513660522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110754223513660522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2005/02/mouse-trap.html' title='Mouse Trap'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110752226588006709</id><published>2005-02-02T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T16:31:30.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Lights</title><content type='html'>So I've had a tail light out for about a week or so. I have been alittle busy, but mostly just kept on forgetting to go out and get one. So Tues during lunch I told myself that I was going to get it fixed. I went to the local NAPA auto parts store right by work and walked in like I had no clue what I was doing. Well I didn't know really where to start.&lt;br /&gt;So I ask the guy behind the counter "I'm looking for a tail light."&lt;br /&gt;He replied "I got them right here."&lt;br /&gt;I said great then gave him my car make and model so he could retreive my tail light. He then asked if it was a two light tail light. I thought that if it were two lights then half would work, and the whole thing was out so I said I believe it is just one. Then I asked how much this light would cost. He looked at the computer and said a dollar. Well thats great, but I dont have any cash. I figured it would be a couple dollars and all I had was credit. I said it kindof sucks charging a dollar and he agreed and said for me just to take it, that they'll get me next time. It's only a dollar, but that kindof made my day. Free tail light, sweet. So I got a free tail light and now if I need to get auto parts I will go to NAPA again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110752226588006709?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110752226588006709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110752226588006709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110752226588006709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110752226588006709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2005/02/free-lights.html' title='Free Lights'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110728114001150823</id><published>2005-01-30T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T13:05:40.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliff Hanger</title><content type='html'>For all my faithfull viewers I have some big news coming soon. I would like to tell you all right now, but there is one more thing that I must do before I say anything. Also, it is a lot more fun to leave you guys hanging. Some people might not think it is a big deal, I say screw them. I would just take my word for it and just be grateful when I finally tell you. I will have pictures this time too. Feel free to guess but expect a new blog this weekend. Im trying to catch up and blog more often due to many requests to read my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110728114001150823?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110728114001150823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110728114001150823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110728114001150823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110728114001150823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2005/01/cliff-hanger.html' title='Cliff Hanger'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110726406829776536</id><published>2005-01-23T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T08:21:08.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip Cup</title><content type='html'>So yesterday while it was snowing like crazy me and some of my friends on our kickball team entered a flip cup tournament at Mothers in Federal Hill. The projected start time of this tourney was 11 AM. Early right, I really didn't want to start drinking that early on a Saturday, but it was for a good cause. It was $15 a person and each team consisted of 8 people, 4 guys and 4 girls. The promotion was $1 Coors Light. I don't really care for Coors Light, well I hate Coors Light, but for a dollar it wont take long for me not to care any more. Along with the entry fee all the money from every Coors Light sold between 11 AM and 6 PM went to Breast Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all meet in Canton at 10, well everyone but me. I was running late and had just woken up at 10. I rushed out the door and made it to Canton in record time. Once I walked it didn't take long for them to notice that I had a long night the night before and really was still a little drunk. A real good feeling I might add. Nothing like waking up drunk and starting drinking. So we all get into an SUV and truck down to Mothers. We walk in and the place is starting to get a little packed and there are people eating and drinking at the bar. Then as I'm at the bar a guy turns to me and asks what is going on that there are a lot of people here. I replied that a flip cup tourament was going on. That is when I noticed that just about everyone downstairs was not in the tourney, they were all just there to drink at 11 AM in the morning. Great, my kind of bar. We venture upstairs and tell the coordinator that we are here and they put our team name on the bracket on the wall. Upstairs you couldn't tell that it was 11:30 AM on a Saturday, it was packed. Told us that they would call us when it was our turn to play. The rules are the same as when you play at a party. The matches were best out of three. We get up there and kick the other teams ass the first game. It was great, but it didn't last long. That proved to be our only win all day. We lost our next two games to go in the consolation bracket and when that came around we lost two games there also. It really wasn't so bad though cause then we just got some chairs and kept on drinking. I can almost say there was no point in the day from when I woke up till I went to sleep I sober. I say almost cause it makes me feel less like an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited out the crowd at Mothers, cause after most teams lost they just left and the bar went back to normal. Then it was our great idea to head to Canton to continue drinking, and well close some bars down there. I wasn't really on board with this idea, but well I couldn't really put together a sentence at this point so it didn't matter what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was a great Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110726406829776536?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110726406829776536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110726406829776536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110726406829776536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110726406829776536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2005/01/flip-cup.html' title='Flip Cup'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110598554762447725</id><published>2005-01-17T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T13:12:27.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Growing Up?</title><content type='html'>I haven't really done much the past few days. I went out Friday night and drank, what I do most weekends, saw some kids get into a fight(wow I just called people at a bar kids, I must be old). I think it was because one kid had his collar up higher up than the other one. I'm not quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to what I came to blog about cause I really don't get on here to much. I've been doing a lot of thinking about buying a house. I have a pretty good job, saved up a fair amount of money the past year and a half and feel like I should do something with it. This is a big step. I don't have too many expenses and frankly a mortgage payment scares me. I can't afford much, my job isn't that good, so I might be stretching it a little. I think if I get a roommate or two I could swing it and hopefully make some money when I go to sell. The housing prices have increased dramatically over the past five years in the area and it almost seems like they couldn't go any higher. Maybe it is the no turning back aspect, once I sign that line I am almost forever indebted to the bank. Up until now the biggest purchase I have made was my car, which is paid off, and it took me a long to time to buy that sucker. I don't know I'm just rambling here to get some feed back. I'll keep this thing updated when I decided to do something. I'll probably have something by the end of the week. Who knows&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/8471730-110598554762447725?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110598554762447725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110598554762447725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110598554762447725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110598554762447725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2005/01/am-i-growing-up.html' title='Am I Growing Up?'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110598642082569734</id><published>2005-01-11T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T13:27:48.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>One of our friends Jim goes to school at the University of Arizona and was home for Christmas break and we all went out downtown to Federal Hill because he was leaving to go back Saturday. It was a fun night, a lot of beers and good friends. So I ended up staying at Kmart and ACWs apartment that night. The way things worked out I had left my car by my work and on Saturday I needed someone to drive me to my car. It was a long night so I didn't really move until after 12 and needed to bribe Kmart with lunch to take me back to my car. We invited the the ACW and ACWGF to go, but ACW said that he had a stomach ache and didn't want to go. I was like OK maybe all the liquor the night before upset his stomach. I really didn't see this one coming. &lt;a href="http://anonymouscoworker.blogspot.com/2005/01/epiphany.html"&gt;ACWGF = ACWF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110598642082569734?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110598642082569734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110598642082569734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110598642082569734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110598642082569734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2005/01/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110510272324690698</id><published>2005-01-07T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T08:00:38.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Sucks</title><content type='html'>Having almost worked a full week for the first time since November. I finally realized something. Work Sucks. Well I realized it a while ago, but now I'm blogging it so now it is for real. It's not that I hate my job, but more that it is contributing to my alcoholic ways. First, I have soooo much to do, three times more than anyone at my same position. Second, I work essentially from 7:30 AM to 6 or 6:30 PM just to get most of my work done. This means I'm out of the house before 7 and don't get back til almost 7. Third, they pay me, so I have money to spend on sed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;For an entire month I felt like I was in college again, except this time I was getting paid and not working. Gotta love those saved up vacation days. I don't know what is better taking of a couple days here and there or taking them all at once. Either way the next holiday for me is not until Memorial day. Doesn't that suck. I need a government job.&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/8471730-110510272324690698?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110510272324690698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110510272324690698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110510272324690698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110510272324690698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2005/01/work-sucks.html' title='Work Sucks'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110467986627763435</id><published>2004-12-30T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T13:15:57.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Trip Part 2</title><content type='html'>For all of you that have been reading my posts I have had a lot of time to use before the end of the year. I have off wed and thurs and of course fri because of the new year. I didn't have anything to do so the ACW and ACWGF and I decided to take another trip to DC to site see. We were regular old tourists getting off at the mall and basically walking around all day taking pictures of just about everything that caught our eye. I had not been to DC to site see in a while so it was real nice. It has been several years and since then they have added several memorials, i.e. the WWII, Vietnam, etc. We ate lunch at John Harvards in the city, which was outstanding. I give it two thumbs up. They also make their own beer which was exceptional as well. I took plenty of pictures and once I figure out how to post them on this site I will let you know. In the end it was a long and tiring day, my legs hurt for two days from all the walking. Maybe it is because I am a little out of shape, but we were walking and on our feet for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;I have also started to place pictures up in my house. Since my roomate has left I have really kept the place clean. It feels good to come home to a clean house, and now that we have more pictures on the walls besides one of Kmart from 3 years ago it is almost like I live in a real house. It feels great. I am starting to create my own work that will soon make it on the walls. So there it is folks, my feel good moment. Remember to come back now, pictures are coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110467986627763435?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110467986627763435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110467986627763435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110467986627763435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110467986627763435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2004/12/dc-trip-part-2.html' title='DC Trip Part 2'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110425869825255985</id><published>2004-12-24T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:31:38.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning</title><content type='html'>So I've had some time off to use at work and if I don't use it, I lose it. I took of last wed and thurs and fri was a holiday, so I had a five day weekend. Guess what I did. I clean the entire house. Yeah very exciting, right. Well I've been working for a while now and I just wake up when it's time to go to work. When I woke up I just decided to clean. It really felt good to sit on the couch and watch tv in a clean house, all vacuumed and dusted. We'll see how long it stays like this. My roommate is visiting his parents in Colorado, so it shouldn't be that hard for a while. Going home for Christmas. Sorry for the useless blog. Peace and to all a happy blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110425869825255985?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110425869825255985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110425869825255985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110425869825255985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110425869825255985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2004/12/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110341124274186810</id><published>2004-12-18T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:07:22.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Made It</title><content type='html'>Well folks, I've finally made it.  I'm listed on Kmarts Blue Light Special.  I never thought that this day would come.  With this honor comes great responsibility.  I have been committed to blog and my viewers, Kmart and the ACW, have obviously taken notice.  Well I have a couple Christmas Parties tonight.  So Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot.  I almost killed someone last night.  So last night I went downtown with a couple friends for a few drinks.  I didn't want to drink that much because I really had a lot of fun on Thursday night.  I love taking off work and drinking during the week.  I won't get into it that much because if anything exciting happened I don't really remember.  I was 12 beers deep before we even went out(9P.M.), and we meet up with Kdogg, a bartender whos M.O. is shots.  I apparently made it until close at one of the bars in the Towson area.  If anyone knows me I usually wake up early no matter what.  I didn't wake up until 1:30, and didn't get off the couch until 9 P.M.  Back to the story, sorry about my ramblings.  So, I didn't want to drink too much, even though they were going down pretty good I was still tired and felt like it was the right thing to do.  I got home at like 1:30 in the morning and am just watching T.V. in my bed when there is a knock at the door.  I didn't want to get up so I look out the window and don't see anyone.  I continue to look and I'll use intials to keep the this person identity a secret.  Steve Reamy was knocking and the reason he didn't walk away right away and why I continued to look out my window was because he was peeing on my house.  Not in the bushes right there, or in the yard, on my house right next to my door.  He then ran into Tim and Kdogg who were suppose to meet him at our house and responded to say he did it because they were suppose to meet him there and they werent there, so I peed on your house.  Don't anyone come to my house and make a river on my front porch.  If I am being out of line someone please tell me how I should react, cause I pissed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out or I'll pee on you!!     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110341124274186810?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110341124274186810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110341124274186810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110341124274186810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110341124274186810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-made-it.html' title='I&apos;ve Made It'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110307386186854379</id><published>2004-12-14T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:25:19.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebate</title><content type='html'>So as some of you know a couple weeks ago I bought a digital camera. I purchased a ScanDisk memory card that I had a fifteen dollar rebate on it. So the very next day I followed all the instructions and sent the rebate in, so I wouldn't forget about it. I just got in the mail today a postcard saying that they were unable to process my rebate because the purchase was not made in the terms of the agreement. I know this was untrue and got my file with all the reciepts and called the service number. I was very polite and gave her all the information and she she told me that there was a "data entry error" and that is why my rebate was not processed. Then I very nicely told her, in not so many words, that she was full of shit. Knowing that they probably send that to everyone and more than half the people that get those cards just let it go and then the company doesn't need to send the rebate. Quite the little scam they have going. Not me, they told me they are putting request through again and I should have a check in the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;You can't beat me. I will get my $15 or else you will get the Chinese sneak attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110307386186854379?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110307386186854379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110307386186854379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110307386186854379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110307386186854379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2004/12/rebate.html' title='Rebate'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110307226665549764</id><published>2004-12-13T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T19:57:46.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redskins vs. Eagles</title><content type='html'>So me and two of my friends from work went to the Redskins Eagles game on Sunday.  I love watching football and most of all tailgating.  We arrived at the parking lot at 4:30 PM; the lot opens 4 hours before the game.  So we made it right when it opened.  We quickly seemed to be surrounded by Eagles fans, there were a lot of Redskins fans don't get me wrong.  It is not that I don’t like all Eagles fans, I'm sad to say that an Eagles fan is one of my best friends.  That being said when you have a group of Eagles fans, couple with alcohol, I was not happy.  Every two seconds they were singing the Eagles fight song.  E+A+G+L+E+S Eagles...SUCK.  I don't see the need to recite a song so many times.  While tailgating we came up with a fighting move that we dubbed the Chinese Sneak Attack.  This move might be put to the test later in the day.  It was a cold, sometimes raining evening, so we all had gloves.   This is how it works, so you take your fingers out of the finger slots and make a fist inside your glove.  To an untrained eye it appears that your fingers are still in the slots, but they are actually in a fist ready to attack.  This is where you can add some creativity.  You can go for the handshake punch, the wave punch, the wiggling of the fingers then punch, my favorite, or any way your heart so desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I felt safe because we were Randow, 6'5 275 former bouncer.  Enough said.  So we are in the stadium and two minutes in the first quarter for no apparent reason the Eagles fan in front of use tells Randow that he was going to kick the bejesus out of him and then called him a faggot.  I then stated, loudly, that we had leverage on him and that we was messing with a 6'8 300 pound man that will kick the shit out of him with without blinking.  I exaggerated a little, 3 inches and 25 pounds.  He took just a little offence to that and said something back.  His friend next to him was telling him to calm down and he was just out of control and Randow was trying to keep the peace and went in shake his hand and he then put his hand in Randow's face.  At that point the two friends almost were going to fight.  It was crazy.  The one friend who was trying to keep the peace and another guy left and he told him to meet him in the concourse so he could kick his ass.  Like the Eagle fan that he is, he feel silent, well at least until he made it to the bottom of the steps, then he grew some balls and decided to talk back.  They yelled for a couple minutes and he failed to meet the one guys request to meet him in the concourse.  His dad, or some guy about 60 then came up and they stayed until about mid second quarter then left.  Never to be seen again.  The rest of the game was fairly calm after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I would like to say that the better team won on Sunday.  The Eagles are clearly better than the Redskins and the best team right now in the NFC.  We put up a good fight the game really should have gone to overtime.  The same offensive struggles that have plagues us all year came back to hurt us again.  The Redskins have a good team and with our Defense we are going to have a real good team next year.  So until next year for the Redskins, and I will be watching the Eagles lose in the NFC Championship game this year, AGIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110307226665549764?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110307226665549764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110307226665549764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110307226665549764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110307226665549764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2004/12/redskins-vs-eagles.html' title='Redskins vs. Eagles'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-110244492939308081</id><published>2004-12-05T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T13:42:09.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spy Museum and Keg Party</title><content type='html'>Awesome weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I have 8 days to use before the end of the year the ACW, Kmart, Highway crossing frog and I went to The Spy Museum on friday.  It was an awesome day.  You can read  Kmarts blog for the details, I dont feel like blogging the whole thing.  If you havent been already it is definately a worth while trip.  Plan on being there almost all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kmart came over on Saterday to have a few beers and told Tim and I that one of his friends Mark in his geography class was having a keg party for his roomates birthday, yes I said keg party.  He invited us to go and frankly I was alittle excited.  It has been a long time since I had been to a good old fashioned kep party.  Kmart, Tim and I were obviously the oldest people there and that might explain that we were not wearing our hats off to the side and our collars up.  I don't really get any of that.  So, I'm going to get a beer and as I'm walking back to our game of card someone hands this guy a beer and he asks "What is this?"  I simply told him that what he currently had in his hand was a beer.  All of the sudden one of his friends is talking shit to me.  It was rediculous, and I couldn't help but laugh at him.  Meanwhile his girlfriend is telling me to just walk away from it when I didn't even say anything to this kid.  Then the boy to my right gets in on it and tells me that the kid that is talking shit is his best friend from home like I care.  It gets better, then he tells me to "know my role."  Who says that?  I should have kicked his ass for that, but I just walked away because I promised that I wouldn't get into a fight at the party.  After that they were recruiting other guys at the party to fight me.  I was not bothered and soon after that insident we got into an exciting game of flip cup, of which we kicked the other teams ass.  The party was just getting real fun, then the kegs got kicked.  That didn't stop us as we quickly left to proceed to do a power hour at my house.  After about a half hour the idea was to drive to philly to get cheesesteaks.  Great idea, Right?  Well Pina didnt think so and wouldn't let us go.  We settle for big bites from 7-11.  Im feel kindof sad to say it, but it was an awesome weekend that definetly had a college keg party right in the middle.  I hope we get invited to another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-110244492939308081?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/110244492939308081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=110244492939308081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110244492939308081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/110244492939308081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2004/12/spy-museum-and-keg-party.html' title='Spy Museum and Keg Party'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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-8471730.post-109630048295408532</id><published>2004-09-27T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T11:54:42.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog 1</title><content type='html'>After a couple days of hearing my friends talk about blogging I gave in and signed up to post comments and thought what the hell lets post something and see what all this is about.  Who knows when I will post things, but I would suggest to check it everyday just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471730-109630048295408532?l=mattyb1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/feeds/109630048295408532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471730&amp;postID=109630048295408532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/109630048295408532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471730/posts/default/109630048295408532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyb1.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-1.html' title='Blog 1'/><author><name>mattyb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788594151483219480</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>
