<?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-6368244</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:40:19.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turfs Eye View</title><subtitle type='html'>Your world wide headquarters for naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped in ice cream and of course other stuff!
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-114778379724612418</id><published>2006-05-16T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T07:49:57.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time coming</title><summary type='text'>Sorry folks... ive been MIA for awhile... its been a little hectic and frankly I havent really felt like blogging... We have had some family stuff going on (nothing with me and mine) but it has been taking a lot of energy.  Also my beautiful wife is pregnant, so my immediate family with be getting a little larger come November.  Thats my excuse and im sticking to it.I will try and be a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114778379724612418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114778379724612418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-time-coming.html' title='Long time coming'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-114416034990139126</id><published>2006-04-04T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:19:10.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><summary type='text'>you know... its really strange how fast time goes by... its been over 2 weeks since my last post and i really dont know where the time went... my life is probably a lot like everyone else's... i go  to work, come home and spend time with my family, rinse, repeat... now im not saying this is bad... quite the opposite actually, but time seems to really fly by.  2 weeks ago we went to my parents.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114416034990139126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114416034990139126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/04/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-114260230134377508</id><published>2006-03-17T07:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:31:41.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit</title><summary type='text'>somethings amiss in Iowa.... i get to work today and find out that the ISU head basketball coach,Wayne Morgan got canned last night... now for most of you this doesnt mean much, but its a pretty big shock to me and im sure many of the people in this state.  ISU's b-ball program seems to be in a little bit of disarray and it seems that the AD just dropped a nuke on it...  I guess we will have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114260230134377508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114260230134377508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/03/holy-shit_17.html' title='Holy Shit'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-114260229251014443</id><published>2006-03-17T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:31:32.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit</title><summary type='text'>somethings amiss in Iowa.... i get to work today and find out that the ISU head basketball coach,Wayne Morgan got canned last night... now for most of you this doesnt mean much, but its a pretty big shock to me and im sure many of the people in this state.  ISU's b-ball program seems to be in a little bit of disarray and it seems that the AD just dropped a nuke on it...  I guess we will have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114260229251014443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114260229251014443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/03/holy-shit.html' title='Holy Shit'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-114253071903049202</id><published>2006-03-16T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:38:39.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its madness i tell you</title><summary type='text'>I have dont exactly shit this morning... i have been at a conference for the last 2 days and now i have to sort through all the stuff i have missed.  on top of that the ncaa tournament started... and i have a tv in my office... so im pretty well done for the day!other than that my life is pretty boring... nothing really new going on. had company last weekend and am going to my parents this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114253071903049202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114253071903049202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-madness-i-tell-you.html' title='Its madness i tell you'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-114165272659525200</id><published>2006-03-06T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T07:45:26.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><summary type='text'>I know i havent been around for awhile, but let me tell you... these last couple of weeks truly without a doubt sucked some huge balls... most likely the worst 2 weeks i have had in the 3 years that i have been with the company.  I had a project due on friday that was actually 4 projects rolled into 1 big pile of shit.  i worked a lot last week, and to tell you the truth i didnt like it one bit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114165272659525200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114165272659525200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-114001666516549017</id><published>2006-02-15T07:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:32:14.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIsts and stuff</title><summary type='text'>It seems this is going around the small but very prominent blogsphere in which i reside...Tow, my big headed roomate from college and good friend tagged me, so here it goes!Four jobs I’ve had:1. Landscape architect2. cook at Country Kitchen3. factory worker-Amana refrigeration4. grocery store employeeFour movies I can watch over and over:1. Clerks2. Office Space3. Wedding Crashers (newer, but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114001666516549017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/114001666516549017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/02/lists-and-stuff.html' title='LIsts and stuff'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113992582140487772</id><published>2006-02-14T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:03:41.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heya</title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentines day... the day were as a man you are expected to get your wife/girlfriend/boyfriend something nice and special.  My wife got a hat. dont worry... she wanted the hat so im not a prick, really! my daughter got a ton of stuff, but hey, that is what you do when you have kids, you get less and they get more, but the smile is worth it!its supposed to be another glorius day in iowa... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113992582140487772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113992582140487772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/02/heya_113992582140487772.html' title='Heya'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113951298939905977</id><published>2006-02-09T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:23:09.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another travel weekend</title><summary type='text'>well its Thursday... actually friday for me.  I have tomorrow off so we can hit the road for the drive over to the burbs of Chicago for my nieces birthday this weekend.  its not a bad drive, only like 4 1/2 hours, which isnt bad going out... coming home is another story.my brother-in-law's family like to party, so birthdays will always involve a little booze, and typically when we go there i hit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113951298939905977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113951298939905977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-travel-weekend.html' title='Another travel weekend'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113924470509090425</id><published>2006-02-06T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:51:45.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><summary type='text'>First and foremost Happy 3rd birthday to my little girl!  Gilli has made it to 3!I couldnt ask for a kid that is much better... she's sweet, smart and fun.  She is the greatest thing to ever happen to me!I ssume that just about everyone watched the Super Bowl... it turned out as i expected, but i thought that there would be a little more action.  Dont get me wrong it was a good game, but not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113924470509090425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113924470509090425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113880352325129251</id><published>2006-02-01T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:18:43.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Well we had a little birthday party for my beautifuldaughter this weekend... we had the little girls over for cake and games and then the parents for booze after that... it was fun, she really had a great time.This week has been a bore and i dont anticipate the rest of it to be any better...at least this weekend we are heading up north to see Robby and his wife and daughter... hopefully he has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113880352325129251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113880352325129251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend_113880352325129251.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113803177135111910</id><published>2006-01-23T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:56:11.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh!</title><summary type='text'>I really didnt think that it would go down like that... i mean i really thought that they would do it and go all the way.  They fucking choked.  Badly.  The Broncos came out and got their asses handed to them... not like Carolina did, but bad enough anyway.  I just got a new TV on saturday and i was pumped to watch the game in HD...it just makes it worse that i had to watch that debacle in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113803177135111910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113803177135111910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/01/huh_113803177135111910.html' title='Huh!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113716054469213480</id><published>2006-01-13T07:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:26:06.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those weeks</title><summary type='text'>Its strange... how some weeks just drag on and on... and then sometimes they just fly by and its the weekeend again.  Thats the way this one has been... i cant believe that it is friday already.  I guess that if you stay busy it goes quick, even though i really havent been that busy at work, we seem to be doing something every night.Monday night i went to the clone game and watched texas mop the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113716054469213480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113716054469213480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-of-those-weeks.html' title='One of those weeks'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113638295280049394</id><published>2006-01-04T07:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T07:55:52.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Sucks</title><summary type='text'>Not really... but being gone for 11 straight days tends to make you not really motivated. I have a shit ton of work, but none of it looks like fun, but hey, not more holidays until like forever.I hope everyone had a good Christmas, ours was great. It typically is.  We went to my parents and spent the weekend. My folks are older and laid back, not a lot of excitement there, although i did get into</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113638295280049394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113638295280049394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2006/01/work-sucks.html' title='Work Sucks'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113519817799006632</id><published>2005-12-21T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:49:38.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>I just got a news alert from my MSN about this story.I cant believe that any judge would even hear this case let along actually grant a restraining order.  This broad is obviously out of her fucking gourd!!!!  If anything Letterman should get one against her, because these are the type of people that go completely fucking nuts and try and kill you!Now typically this isnt my thing... i could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113519817799006632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113519817799006632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/12/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me!!!!!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113509707552617611</id><published>2005-12-20T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T10:44:35.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa came an went</title><summary type='text'>Santa already came to my house!  Yes thats right, the big guy already stopped by my place, why you ask?  Because i asked him too... we are tight if you didnt know... we go way back to when i was little.  We have kept in touch through the years and he and the Mrs. come by in the summer for BBQ and beers.  He's a helluva guy, lots of fun and man can that fat bastard drink!So he stopped by on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113509707552617611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113509707552617611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/12/santa-came-went.html' title='Santa came an went'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113458833117049454</id><published>2005-12-14T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:25:31.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turd</title><summary type='text'>My first car... a 1979 malibu.. i know.. those of you that dont know cars (like me) would think cool.. this dude had a malibu!  not so much. turd brown interior and matching exterior, 4 doors, very box shaped and sporting the lovely 283 *(i think).truly a piece of shit... but it was mine.  now before i even turned 16 i had gone out and bought a new stereo, speakers, and amp w/ eq, installed it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113458833117049454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113458833117049454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/12/turd.html' title='The Turd'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113442495900503556</id><published>2005-12-12T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:02:39.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beer Works</title><summary type='text'>Well, i got into the keg on friday night... it worked... i got drunk.  therefore i had a pretty decent headache on saturday which i expected.  the fridge pretty much rocks... you walk downstairs and pour a beer.  truly beautiul.  since my wife and daughter were gone all weekend, i just sat around on my ass nursing my hangover.  we had our company christmas party saturday night... it was a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113442495900503556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113442495900503556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/12/beer-works.html' title='The Beer Works'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113405959844801953</id><published>2005-12-08T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:33:18.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Beer Update</title><summary type='text'>ok... i got the whole deal set up last night... now all i need is beer, which i will be getting tonight.  i might just stand there and drink right from the tap... because i can.  it will be glorius!as for the daily weather update... its snowing again. weve had quite a bit of snow this year... especially since it is early, but thats cool, like i said i dont mind it.  I just want to do some skiing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113405959844801953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113405959844801953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/12/daily-beer-update.html' title='Daily Beer Update'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113396604070828302</id><published>2005-12-07T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T08:34:00.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet glorius BEER!</title><summary type='text'>ok... so we kept the kegerator... how can you say no to that... you cant!  its something that we will use, but probably wouldnt buy for ourselves so my lovely wife said... lets keep it!  shes a keeper!bonus... we picked it up and best buy said that we got a minature, portable tv... obviously i have no use for such a thing so we returned it to the tune of $70.  it turns out that it was mistake by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113396604070828302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113396604070828302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/12/sweet-glorius-beer.html' title='Sweet glorius BEER!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113379329367545009</id><published>2005-12-05T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:47:09.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colder yet!</title><summary type='text'>i seem to talk about the weather a lot... maybe its because im nervous and really dont know what else to say... whatever the case its fucking cold. -1 this morning. plus we got about 4-5 inches of snow on saturday... that was cool... i like the snow, just not the colder than the bejesus temps!this weekend i did nothing after friday night.  on friday my wife had her company christmas party which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113379329367545009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113379329367545009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/12/colder-yet.html' title='Colder yet!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113338499286663573</id><published>2005-11-30T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:09:52.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIRDNESS</title><summary type='text'>On my way to work this morning i was trying to deal with the usual shitty traffic...i hate traffic... mostly just the stupid people driving but ive already gone off on that rant... but i pass this guy and see his arm.  it was bare.  so im thinking wow... its like 15 degrees... seems a little cold for a tanktop, but as i continue to drive up even with this guy... he had no shirt on. at all. in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113338499286663573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113338499286663573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/11/weirdness.html' title='WEIRDNESS'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113335858467579758</id><published>2005-11-30T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:49:44.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><summary type='text'>Where to start... first i hope everyone had a good thanksgiving... lots of turkey and all that.  Mine was nice... very relaxing.  I drank my share of Rum and Eggnogs on the turkey day... ate too much, and sat around watching football, miserable because i had eaten too much.  We did some driving to my in-laws, spent some time with them, witch is fun.  I watched the debacle known as the Iowa state </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113335858467579758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113335858467579758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/11/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113269341011016123</id><published>2005-11-22T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:03:30.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ISSUES</title><summary type='text'>I dont know if i should be talking about this but i guess i really dont care... its my blog so here it goes.do you ever just have stomach issues for no reason... i mean cramps that lead to frequent toilet trips?  i do...and it drives me nuts.  one day i will eat something and everything is peachy... the next time i eat it.. BOOM... there goes my ass!  im having one of those days today.  i had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113269341011016123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113269341011016123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/11/issues.html' title='ISSUES'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113223494967046166</id><published>2005-11-17T07:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T07:42:29.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clones</title><summary type='text'>First i just want to say that this isnt just a blog about the Iowa State Cyclones... but i am a fan and go to the games.  That being said they ended up having a decent season even after the 3 game meltdown... they are going to a bowl game... just which one.  anyone who reads this please take a minute and follow this link to an article that leads to a petition to try and get the Clones to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113223494967046166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113223494967046166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/11/clones.html' title='Clones'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113206313261380311</id><published>2005-11-15T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T07:58:52.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><summary type='text'>It seems i do a lot of posting about the weather... maybe because im uninventive and nothing better to talk about, or it could be the fact the here in the heartland in beautiful Iowa the weather is a bitch and mother nature for the most part is a whore.Saturday we had warm temps and tornadoes... very, very unusual for november.  Today there are say 6 inches of snow... is it just me or does that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113206313261380311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113206313261380311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/11/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113197715832274869</id><published>2005-11-14T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:05:58.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyclones.. plural</title><summary type='text'>what a weekend... one of the biggest games ever for the Cyclones and we win.  plus if you add in the fact that we could all have died before the game it was pretty sweet.  50,000 plus fans tailgating and tornadoes hitting just miles away.  needless to say when the cops are telling us to take shelter we continued to hang out and drink beer, while watching the stomr coverage on the TV.  it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113197715832274869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113197715832274869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/11/cyclones-plural.html' title='Cyclones.. plural'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113172221146526450</id><published>2005-11-11T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:51:54.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK A VET!</title><summary type='text'>and by that i mean a veteran.  these guys are the best, some have given the greatest sacrifice for us, but none should be overlooked.  these men and women have served to make this country what it is... to make it so you can read this crappy little blog, and do whatever it is that you want.head on over to see Eric and let him know that your proud and thankful for his service.I also want to say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113172221146526450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113172221146526450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-vet.html' title='THANK A VET!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113163198451793616</id><published>2005-11-10T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T08:13:04.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pounding</title><summary type='text'>You know its going to be a less than average day when the first thing you notice when you get to work is that your heading is pounding... I mean like a bass drum in a trash can thumping.  It can only get betterOn the lighter side of life, im not dead or dismembered.  I just forgot how to post to my blog.  I suddenly remembered so here i am.The Cyclones have a huge game coming up this weekend.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113163198451793616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113163198451793616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/11/pounding.html' title='Pounding'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-113137209635075606</id><published>2005-11-07T07:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:01:36.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Says!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Ive been on a little hiatus as of late, and im not exactly sure if anyone missed me.  So Im putting this out there... if anyone has missed me and would like me to get this bad boy going again let me know.  If the public wants me i shall return and make a whole hearted effort to put my crappy writing back out there.Learn it, know it, live it!Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113137209635075606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/113137209635075606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/11/survey-says.html' title='Survey Says!!!!!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111961716529460360</id><published>2005-06-24T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T07:46:05.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A golfing I went</title><summary type='text'>Last night was golf league... a wonderful night about 95 degrees... at least there was a breeze or it would have been oppressive, but dammit, its golf and im not gonna miss it.  One bonus of it being hot is that the beer consumption usually takes it up a notch and last night was no different.  The golf was actually good too... ended up with a 42 so im not unhappy with it.One thing that almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111961716529460360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111961716529460360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/06/golfing-i-went.html' title='A golfing I went'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111953059330730093</id><published>2005-06-23T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T07:43:13.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot as Hell!!!!</title><summary type='text'>I figured i might as well follow up my award winning post "Cold as Shit" with my newest work.  Im not kidding either, this week has been fucking warm.  Today is supposed to be the hottest pushing 95 with a heat index of 105.  I love the humidity!Im sure no one actually reads this anymore since it has been like 2 months since i posted but im still around, quietly lurking in the shadows and waiting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111953059330730093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111953059330730093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/06/hot-as-hell.html' title='Hot as Hell!!!!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111469341031628875</id><published>2005-04-28T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T08:04:37.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold as shit...</title><summary type='text'>ok... its really not cold as shit... just like 40, but when its been 70 it feels cold as shit.  my golf league started last week, which is great, but tonight its cold, so i guess i will just have to drink more beer to keep warm.thanks for he response, at least i know i still have 2 readers, which is 2 more than i thought.  work is fucking crazy and now that its getting nice, time with the family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111469341031628875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111469341031628875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/04/cold-as-shit.html' title='Cold as shit...'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111420253610301935</id><published>2005-04-22T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:42:16.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a winner... things are gonna change, I can feel it!</title><summary type='text'>No i havent died, lost any limbs in fishing accidents or been knocked off by the mob for unpaid gambling debts.  Just from now on call me Todd.As some of you readers know my best friend had a blog... but he up and quit.  Hes a pussy.  Really, ive smelled him. Robby has hung it up for bigger and better things.  Or just to be lazy, whatever the case may be. We are sorry to see you go, but I do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111420253610301935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111420253610301935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-winner-things-are-gonna-change-i.html' title='Im a winner... things are gonna change, I can feel it!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111271886770179488</id><published>2005-04-05T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T11:34:27.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><summary type='text'>Im tired.... from staying up a little later than normal watching the basketball game.  What a great game.  Illinois could have folded at half time but they came out strong and kept it close.  The better team won and im glad.Im tired.... because at my job i have to deal with stupid on a daily basis. sometimes people dont understand what is going on, sometimes people draw things wrong or label it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111271886770179488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111271886770179488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111210268438372345</id><published>2005-03-29T07:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T07:24:44.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is a popping!</title><summary type='text'>HOLY SHIT!it was 73 yesterday and its supposed to be just as warm today...thats fucking awesome.  spring is upon us and im playing hooky this afternoon and going golfing.  of course the rest of the week is supposed to be more normal, but who cares, its beautiful outside.i dont know about any of you, but NCAA games this weekend were some of the the best basketball i have ever seen. period.  im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111210268438372345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111210268438372345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-is-popping.html' title='Spring is a popping!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111151265050640039</id><published>2005-03-22T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T11:30:50.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Villa's a monkey</title><summary type='text'>Like most everyone else my NCAA pool is pretty much fucked... i think i have an outside shot to still get in the money but its a long shot.I spent the whole weekend working on the basement with my father-in-law and Bob Villa im not... well actually i never see that guy really do anything.  He just talks to the real contractor and has him explain what he will be doing.  I bet that guy doesnt know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111151265050640039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111151265050640039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/03/bob-villas-monkey.html' title='Bob Villa&apos;s a monkey'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111115300289242907</id><published>2005-03-18T07:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T07:36:42.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsible adult...</title><summary type='text'>I went out for St Paddys day yesterday... hit the bar at 3 and got home at 1...and didnt even get drunk.  I must be getting soft in my old age.  I had a great time, but i just didnt pound down the booze like i usually do.  Ah the joy of responsibility.  The shitty part is that i still have a headache this morning.  I dont know if it was the smoke or what but im a good guy and dont get smashed and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111115300289242907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111115300289242907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/03/responsible-adult.html' title='Responsible adult...'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111106739832606675</id><published>2005-03-17T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T07:49:58.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patricks Day</title><summary type='text'>Well its that time of year when guys go out and drink green beer and talk with a shitty irish acent as the get plowed throughout the night.  What a wonderfull holiday.  I will be partaking in the festivities... although i dont know to what extent,  we will see how much green beer ends up down my gullet.  Typically it is a lot since one of my best friends has his birthday today as well.  It really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111106739832606675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111106739832606675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patricks Day'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111083872466554893</id><published>2005-03-14T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T16:18:44.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im just fucking with ya....</title><summary type='text'>I appreciate your support Jethro, but i thought that would be a better excuse than just being plain lazy...  my still attached and not really lost at all.  Unless you count sometimes losing feeling when im sitting on the can too long.  I just couldnt get into blogging.  I was pretty busy with other stuff, but really i just had nothing to write or the energy to try.  I feel pretty good... kinda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111083872466554893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111083872466554893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-just-fucking-with-ya.html' title='Im just fucking with ya....'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-111081271358382670</id><published>2005-03-14T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T09:05:13.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragic</title><summary type='text'>Im back after a brief hiatus... i had a tragic ice fishing accident where i lost my legs.Is tournament time... the best time of the year.  The clones came on strong and made as well the the suckeyes.  Good for them, the have to keep their shitty coach for at least another year.I just wanted to let you all know that i didnt die and will be back posting again!Thanks for your patience.Learn it, know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111081271358382670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/111081271358382670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/03/tragic.html' title='Tragic'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110840123690487466</id><published>2005-02-14T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T11:13:56.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY</title><summary type='text'>Yes its that time of year when Hallmark created a holiday to get poor suckers like you and me to buy cards and flowers for our women.  I ordered my wife flowers last week, and she kept telling me all weekend how stupid guys were for buying roses, how it was such a waste of money and people were stupid for doing it.  Im stupid.  I know they arent her favorite flower but i havent gotten her roses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110840123690487466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110840123690487466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110813056123360994</id><published>2005-02-11T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T08:02:41.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Deal</title><summary type='text'>Awhile ago i was typical disgruntled sports fan... the Cyclones were in a freefall to the bottom.  I wanted to sell my tickets and jump ship.  Well i didnt, and now im back on the wagon, ride it as far as it will take me.  The Clones go into the weekend riding a four game winning streak, 2 of which were against ranked teams, and lock horns with The General himself.  Bob Knight is coming to town </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110813056123360994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110813056123360994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-deal.html' title='No Deal'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110788143813743858</id><published>2005-02-08T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T10:50:38.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAM SPIRIT</title><summary type='text'>I love my sports teams... the Cyclones and the Broncos, but this guy is fucking nuts. Or nutless.  You have to check out the story.  Plus i have drank a lot of beer and gotten extremely hammered, but that never sounded like a good idea.  I gotta go check on my boys.Learn it, know it, live it!Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110788143813743858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110788143813743858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/02/team-spirit.html' title='TEAM SPIRIT'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110752452631579140</id><published>2005-02-04T07:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T07:42:06.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow we will be having a party for my little girls 2nd birthday.  Therefore we have been busy getting shit ready and preparing for the family to come stay, so i havent gotten to vegas pics yet.  Last year for Gilli's 1st birthday we had like 40 family at our house.  It was packed, but she loved it.  This year we have downgraded to like 25. WOO HOO!  It should be a lot of fun and she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110752452631579140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110752452631579140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/02/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110737411167969090</id><published>2005-02-02T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T13:55:11.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PIcs</title><summary type='text'>Nope there arent any yet... My baby is sick so i havent had any time to upload them, but i will get a couple up.The Clones won again, and looked good doing it.  I just dont understand how they can look great one night and like complete ass the next.  Hopefully they have their shit figured out and can put together a late season run.In other news its warming up... it supposed to be in the 50's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110737411167969090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110737411167969090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/02/pics.html' title='PIcs'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110719922650738378</id><published>2005-01-31T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T13:20:26.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 THINGS.....</title><summary type='text'>First and foremost... im alive.  Tired, broke, and my brain is pickled from all the booze, but I am alive.  Vegas is an unforgiving whore.  She takes and takes while only giving sleeplessness nights and hangovers.  It was a ton of fun, but I need a vacation to recover from the vacation.  We didn't do as much of the tourist type things this time.  More gambling and just hanging out.  I don't think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110719922650738378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110719922650738378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/2-things.html' title='2 THINGS.....'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110683711643854409</id><published>2005-01-27T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T08:45:16.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR SALE</title><summary type='text'>If anyone is interested i am selling my remaining tickets to ISU basketball... they fucking suck, and i dont even want to see them play.  How can you take a team that won 20+ games last year and run it into the ground like this... its brutal.  We havent won a game in the big 12, and at this rate we wont even make the NIT.  Pretty shitty for a team that was projected to make the NCAA.  I guess i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110683711643854409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110683711643854409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-sale.html' title='FOR SALE'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110666096280164179</id><published>2005-01-25T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T10:58:12.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor updates</title><summary type='text'>Just in case anyone one of my 4-6 readers care, i have added a couple of new links.  These wont be new to some of you since we seem to run in the same blog circles but to others they may new and exciting.Trashman is a great read... check him out.Texas Music is really one of the most interesting reads i have come across.  Great stories that are well written.Evil White Guy is really only 72% </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110666096280164179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110666096280164179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/minor-updates.html' title='Minor updates'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110659437291195135</id><published>2005-01-24T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T13:19:32.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blogday to me</title><summary type='text'>I actually missed my blog birthday.... it was Saturday, but then again i dont do much on the weekends.  I cant believe ive actually been doing this for a year.  The beauty of it is that it still sucks as much as ever, but people keep coming back so i will keep on spewing the shitiness for everyone to read.Ive found that my brother-in-law is a regular reader but is too much of a pussy to ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110659437291195135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110659437291195135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-blogday-to-me.html' title='Happy Blogday to me'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110631614982871716</id><published>2005-01-21T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T08:02:29.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><summary type='text'>Why is that some cops have to be fucking assholes... is it because they have a badge and think they are smarter and better than the normal people.I only ask because my wife got pulled over yesterday.  When the cop came to her window and asked if she knew what she had done she said that she didnt.  He said 'Your stupid'.  If you know my wife this didnt go over well, nor should it.  This dipshit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110631614982871716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110631614982871716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110616920980955983</id><published>2005-01-19T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T15:13:29.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking heat wave</title><summary type='text'>Its hot... im talking like 30 degrees today.  Im about ready to put on the speedo and head to the pool.  Ok its not really hot... but compared to -3, 30 is fucking balmy.8 1/2 days till i hit Vegas for the 2nd time.  Should be a lot of fun, since most everyone i work with is pretty cool... even my bosses.I gotta go get some sunscreen and start woking on my tan.LaterLearn it, know it, live</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110616920980955983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110616920980955983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/freaking-heat-wave.html' title='Freaking heat wave'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110571140092399399</id><published>2005-01-14T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T10:45:30.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little girl!</title><summary type='text'>I was just checking out Zelda's site and she was talking about her little girl's birthday.  It seems I link to her a lot.  Hmmm... some weird infatuation? Probably, but that is for another time.My little girl took the phone from my wife last night and said Hi to me.  She is almost 2.  To hear her little voice in the phone was awesome, one of the best moments of my life.Ever since she was born</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110571140092399399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110571140092399399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-little-girl.html' title='My little girl!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110562313977005677</id><published>2005-01-13T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T07:32:19.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Clones!</title><summary type='text'>In case you didnt know Im a Cyclone fan.  I get my hopes up every year that we will make the turn and then the bastards go and pull some shit that leaves me broken and crying.  It happens with football and now its happening with basketball.We have huge talent on our team but they dont play as a team... especially at the end of the game.  We #2 ranked undefeated Kansas on the ropes last night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110562313977005677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110562313977005677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/fucking-clones.html' title='Fucking Clones!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110547916602128090</id><published>2005-01-11T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T15:32:46.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpentry woes</title><summary type='text'>Im not the most handy guy in the world but i can hold my own with most things, or i can learn.  I built a shed last summer and now its time to get on with the next project. Finishing the basement.  Is not that big (we live in a split level) so i really am only building 1 wall.  I have most of the tools i will need, i just havent ever done it.  So im a little leary that it will turn out looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110547916602128090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110547916602128090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/carpentry-woes.html' title='Carpentry woes'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110493460368644555</id><published>2005-01-05T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T08:16:43.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy buckets of snow Batman!</title><summary type='text'>Well unlike Jethro and Zelda down in Houston, we here in Iowa get snow... and last night and today we will be getting lots of it.  We have like 5" already and its supposed to snow today and tonight adding up to another 12".  WEEEEEEE!  Dont get me wrong, I like the snow and its nice to see, but fuck.  I HATE SHOVELING!.  So at least my little monkey will get to play in it and enjoy it, so at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110493460368644555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110493460368644555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/holy-buckets-of-snow-batman.html' title='Holy buckets of snow Batman!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110460012036017206</id><published>2005-01-01T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T11:22:00.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartburn and Hangover</title><summary type='text'>Im back... we had a great Christmas with both of our families.  The Cyclones pulled off the 'upset' of the Redhawks, so life is good.  Except for feeling like shit this morning from boozing it up last night.  It seems that im getting too old for this, since i feel like shit today with the hangover and the serious heartburn i have going on.  I guess i will just have to hang out with family and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110460012036017206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110460012036017206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2005/01/heartburn-and-hangover.html' title='Heartburn and Hangover'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110380991981454302</id><published>2004-12-23T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T07:51:59.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Cheer!</title><summary type='text'>First and foremost, Goose is drunk... i am not, repeat NOT a closet Chefs fan.  I was just in a hurry.  I hate the cheifs.. not quite as much as the raiders but close.  Im starting to think that The Snake isnt the answer in Big D.  He is so damn in consistent, watching the games is so hard because you dont know if hes gonna be awesome or fuck it up. Oh well another year of missed playoffs. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110380991981454302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110380991981454302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/12/holiday-cheer.html' title='Holiday Cheer!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110330173493282501</id><published>2004-12-17T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T10:42:14.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheifs v. Broncs</title><summary type='text'>Just a little shout out to the Goose.  His favorite team is playing mine this weekend in a divisional show down that means absolutely nothing to the Chiefs and everything to the Broncos.  Hopefully the Broncs can suck it up and play a complete game and get into the playoffs.  This should be a great game because it always is.  Go Broncs... fuck the Chiefs.As for other things, this weekend we are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110330173493282501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110330173493282501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/12/cheifs-v-broncs.html' title='Cheifs v. Broncs'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110294919815074265</id><published>2004-12-13T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T08:46:38.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No rest for the wicked</title><summary type='text'>As my faithufl readers know my lovely wife and I went to Vegas in October for our anniversary and some other little celebrations with our family.  It was a great trip.  We had our company Christmas party on Saturday night and our most excellent bosses have sprung for another trip to Vegas.  For the entire company!  Its fucking insane, but since they are buying it, then i guess i have to go.  Poor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110294919815074265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110294919815074265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-rest-for-wicked.html' title='No rest for the wicked'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110254143276110352</id><published>2004-12-08T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:30:32.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A ipoding i will go.</title><summary type='text'>We kept the ipod.  The tivo sounded super cool, but the hassle of switching owners and having to pay the monthly fee scared me away, so we are keeping the ipod.  Tonight i start to put all my music on it.  Hopefully it is fairly fast and easy.On other fronts, the clones won a big game on Monday, beating Virginia.  It was a game full of suspense, anger and some sweet dunks.  If only we could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110254143276110352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110254143276110352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/12/ipoding-i-will-go.html' title='A ipoding i will go.'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110236389778103382</id><published>2004-12-06T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:11:37.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No deer for you!</title><summary type='text'>It wasnt for lack of trying, that is for sure.  Being one of the youngest in our group i must say that my job is to drive the deer, and drive i did.  We hunt an area with many,many,many,many hills... and i walked a lot.  I had 1 half assed shot but that was it.  We ended up getting 5 deer on Saturday before i had to come home for my wifes company christmas party. It was pretty decent, had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110236389778103382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110236389778103382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-deer-for-you.html' title='No deer for you!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110226445132251746</id><published>2004-12-05T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T10:34:11.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions please!</title><summary type='text'>My wife won an ipod and altec speaker docking station at her Christmas party... do we keep it or trade it for Tivo and a portable dvd player?  Let me know your thoughts, since i have no experience with either one.Learn it, know it, live it!Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110226445132251746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110226445132251746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/12/opinions-please.html' title='Opinions please!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110208234466139172</id><published>2004-12-03T07:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T07:59:04.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A hunting we will go!</title><summary type='text'>Ok... Its that time of year again.  I get to try and go kill Bambi tomorrow... I can wait.  I didn't get to go last year because of my shoulder thing, but this year IM a killing machine.  Its supposed to be really nice here tomorrow so it should be a good time.  Although I have to drive back home to go to a Christmas party in the evening so it will be a super long day, but it is the sacrifice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110208234466139172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110208234466139172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/12/hunting-we-will-go.html' title='A hunting we will go!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110193370398074458</id><published>2004-12-01T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:45:45.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a couple of more</title><summary type='text'>What father doesnt say that his daughter is the cutest around...but mine really is so I figured I would put up a couple of more pics!A true little clone fan!Who needs toys when you have a bucket.Learn it, know it, live it!Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110193370398074458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110193370398074458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-couple-of-more.html' title='Just a couple of more'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110185494759240429</id><published>2004-11-30T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T16:49:07.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 335th DAY OF THE YEAR!</title><summary type='text'>Go celebrate... get drunk, buy a hooker, do some blow... whatever your little heart desires.  Im gonna go home and sit on the couch... but im crazy like that!Learn it, know it, live it!Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110185494759240429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110185494759240429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-335th-day-of-year.html' title='HAPPY 335th DAY OF THE YEAR!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110087220223005464</id><published>2004-11-19T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T07:50:02.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not dead yet!</title><summary type='text'>Really... im just a super lazy bastard.  It seems as the year comes to an end I always just seem to go into a shut down mode.  Must be the time change or the weather.  Plus the days are flying by.  Its already the middle of November, next week is Thanksgiving, and then Christmas, and tax time and then its cold and snowy, so you just sit in the house like a slug. Hmmm, maybe i need a hobby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110087220223005464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110087220223005464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='Im not dead yet!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-110018035142507382</id><published>2004-11-11T07:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T07:39:11.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans Day!</title><summary type='text'>Im sure im not the only one writing about this but i really feel strongly about it.  If your out today and see someone in the service or a veteran tell them thanks, shake their hand, and really be sincere.  These people have given themselves to the greater cause of freedom.  They fought, killed, and died for us and this country.  Their sacrifices have made it possible for me to sit here and write</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110018035142507382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/110018035142507382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109941703302899200</id><published>2004-11-02T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:37:13.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE BEEATCHH!</title><summary type='text'>Get out and do it.  Vote.  That way you cant bitch when its over.  Unless of course your uneducated or are voting for whoever your favorite rock group told you too.  Then sit at home and be a slug.  I dont want you to have a choice.Sorry its been awhile, ive been fighting some nasty stomach bug and have had to catch up on work.  Plus our bus died again.  Anyone wanna buy it?  Other than that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109941703302899200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109941703302899200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/11/vote-beeatchh.html' title='VOTE BEEATCHH!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109837918933090119</id><published>2004-10-21T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T13:53:58.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In case your didnt get enough</title><summary type='text'>I just figured I might as well keep going.  I finished my yard barn last weekend and thought i would post a pic.  Pics are funJust for reference the doors are 8 feet tall.  Just a little shed for my junk.I also figured i would put up a picture of my wonderful little girl.  Dont let the clothes and the hat fool you, she is a little girl, not a boy with a mullet.She totally has me wrapped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109837918933090119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109837918933090119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-case-your-didnt-get-enough.html' title='In case your didnt get enough'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109837892459423686</id><published>2004-10-21T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T13:56:00.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas 2</title><summary type='text'>Ok, sorry for the delay but im lazy.On Saturday night we hit a restaurant that my wife saw on the food network, so we had to try it. Nine Steakhouse in the Palms.  First off the Palms is damn nice, very new and owned by the Maloof brothers who own the Sacramento Kings.  A lot of young rich and pretty people at this place.  Dinner was great, we drank a bunch of wine and ate some great food.  We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109837892459423686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109837892459423686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/10/vegas-2.html' title='Vegas 2'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109786039087790694</id><published>2004-10-15T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:13:10.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas in a nutshell</title><summary type='text'>What can i say... its Vegas... larger than life 24/7.ThursdayWe got in around 6 vegas time, checked into our hotel (The Imperial Palace) and headed out to get some dinner.  The hotel wasnt great, but it was good enough to sleep in.  It is right across the street from Ceasars, and just down from everything else.  Really a great location.  We ended up going to Margaritaville (Jimmy Buffets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109786039087790694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109786039087790694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/10/vegas-in-nutshell.html' title='Vegas in a nutshell'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109767483243421902</id><published>2004-10-13T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T08:40:32.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK!</title><summary type='text'>Unfortunatley im sick and swamped at work with all the shit i missed when i was in vegas... i will try and get some stuff up later.  It was a great trip but damn is that town expensive!Learn it, know it, live it!Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109767483243421902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109767483243421902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-back.html' title='IM BACK!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109692229747641291</id><published>2004-10-04T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:38:17.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VEAGAS BABY!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Only 3 short days and i get to go to Las Vegas.... Sin City!  I cant wait.  Ive never been and im going with family, but they are fun family.  It should be a helluva time.We leave Thursday afternoon and come on on Monday... we really dont have any plans other to go see the Cirque du Solei show "O".  Other than that i think i will  just drink and hang out.If anyone has any ideas of things i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109692229747641291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109692229747641291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/10/veagas-baby.html' title='VEAGAS BABY!!!!!!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109656189295419027</id><published>2004-09-30T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T12:10:05.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball fans!</title><summary type='text'>Im not really a fan of baseball... I played as a kid and kind of just grew out of it.  I like to go to games and drink some beer and watch with friends, but trying to watch it on TV blows.  Being from Iowa, people here mostly root for the Cubs... and for that im sorry.I know that most Cub fans are die hard... and this was the year that they were going to go all the way. It aint happening... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109656189295419027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109656189295419027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/09/baseball-fans.html' title='Baseball fans!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109604254138196961</id><published>2004-09-24T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T11:15:41.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny of the Day</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the best things i have read in awhile, i hope you all enjoy.This story explains a lot of things.  How many times have you woken up in the  morning after a hard night drinking and thought 'How on earth did I get home?'  As hard as you try, you cannot piece together your return journey from  the pub to your house.  The answer to this puzzle is that you used  a Beer Scooter.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109604254138196961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109604254138196961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/09/funny-of-day.html' title='Funny of the Day'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109603058567015206</id><published>2004-09-24T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T07:57:17.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B-day party</title><summary type='text'>On saturday night i get to go to a birthday party.  For my wifes aunt.  It will be hell.  I would go into detail but then it would just turn into something hateful, and its friday so whats the point in that.We dont ever see these people, or have anything at all in common with them, but yet we have to go.  Yea!  They are even having at a place where i dont thing that i can get any beer, so my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109603058567015206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109603058567015206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/09/b-day-party.html' title='B-day party'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109579812716072905</id><published>2004-09-21T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T15:22:07.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Games</title><summary type='text'>Man I really had a busy weekend.  We had some friends come down from Minneapolis and some from Charles City.  It was a great time.  We dont get together with our friends as much as we used too because it always seems that we are busy with family things.Saturday we went to the ISU/NIU football game.  As per usual we start tailgating early so you can get your drink on before the game.  A little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109579812716072905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109579812716072905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/09/fun-and-games.html' title='Fun and Games'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109525147661801713</id><published>2004-09-15T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T07:31:16.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn busy</title><summary type='text'>Sorry to my 4 loyal readers... its been super hectic at work so i havent had a lot of time.  It will all come back together soon, I promise.  I just need it to snow so work slows down and i have a little more time.It was a great first weekend of football.  First i got to see a great game on saturday.  My clones barely lost to the hawks but it was a good game.  There were a lot of positives to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109525147661801713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109525147661801713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/09/damn-busy.html' title='Damn busy'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109464402308344450</id><published>2004-09-08T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T06:47:03.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn!</title><summary type='text'>Its a pain in the ass to find midget wrestling midget photos... but i found one! I can't believe that is already Wed.  its great.  The week is almost over and then we get to see more football.  I cant tell you enough how much I love the game of football.  We are making a road trip in the Bus to Iowa City for the big intrastate rivalry between the Iowa State Cyclones and the Iowa Hawkeyes.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109464402308344450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109464402308344450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/09/damn.html' title='Damn!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109456149754728862</id><published>2004-09-07T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T07:51:37.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaks!</title><summary type='text'>Holy shit... You would not believe the freaks that are hitting my site... All kinds of kinky shit involving midgets.  I really need to get some pictures or links the  freaky midget shit.Went to my first football game of the year... It was fucking hot.  I mean like hotter than 2 rats fucking in a wools sock hot!  We tailgated, drank, grilled, and roasted.  The game was great.  My Cyclones were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109456149754728862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109456149754728862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/09/freaks.html' title='Freaks!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109406953584235449</id><published>2004-09-01T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:12:15.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><summary type='text'>I have accomplished my goal.  I am the world wide headquarters for naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped in ice cream!Thanks for everyone that helped.We had our fantasy football draft last night (yes im a dork) and it sucked... im terrible, and i have no one to blame but myself.  Oh well, at least its entertaining and its football so its all good. Ive decided i need to start beating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109406953584235449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109406953584235449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109387132747269730</id><published>2004-08-30T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T14:20:33.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Support</title><summary type='text'>Damn... im getting the support i need... i love it... i just hope that everyones help with let me acheive my goal of the becoming the world wide headquarters for naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped in ice cream.This last weekend was pretty sweet... i got to go to the lake of the ozarks with most of the guys that i work with.  My boss has a cabin and a boat down there, so we went down and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109387132747269730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109387132747269730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/08/support.html' title='Support'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109344130097442916</id><published>2004-08-25T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T08:41:40.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped in ice cream</title><summary type='text'>naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped in ice creamok... shameless plug... im pissed, im still not the world wide headquarters for naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped in ice cream on google so i will have to keep trying.The posts have been lacking but ive been a little busy and a lot lazy. for that i am sorry. On friday night i had a bunch of naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109344130097442916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109344130097442916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/08/naked-wrestling-lithuanian-midgets.html' title='naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped in ice cream'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109291636717967573</id><published>2004-08-19T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T06:52:47.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiment</title><summary type='text'>My week sucks... so i have nothing to write about unless i complain so im going to experiment.  naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped in ice cream. Nitehunter said she found my site by searching for naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped in ice cream, which is obviously just a joke since i have never ever been into naked wrestling Lithuanian midgets dipped in ice cream.  Well, except that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109291636717967573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109291636717967573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/08/experiment.html' title='Experiment'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109268454941814711</id><published>2004-08-16T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:29:09.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck!</title><summary type='text'>I was just checking my stats and saw that someone hit my site by searching "free my wife fucks boss".  What the fuck is that.  Is someones wife locked up becasue she fucked the boss..are you trying to get rid of you wife because she fucked your boss... if so kick the bitch out!  Wierd shit.  Anyway I had a good time at the wedding this weekend.  I will try and write about it later... maybe even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109268454941814711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109268454941814711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109242098194166979</id><published>2004-08-13T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T13:16:21.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wedding</title><summary type='text'>Im to that age where all my friends are settling down or already have.  This weekend we have another one to go to.  My buddy Tim, whose bachelor party i went to a couple of weeks back, is finally going to take the plunge.Tim has had a fear of commitment for all of the time that i have known him.  Thanks to this i have a wife.  Tim dated my wife before i did.  Decided to move on, then i came in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109242098194166979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109242098194166979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-wedding.html' title='Another wedding'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109222766475284778</id><published>2004-08-11T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T07:34:24.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderates Fucks</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday my wife called me on her way to work after dropping our daughter off at day care.  First let me say that we really like the day care we take our kid.  They do a really good job, she learns a lot and has a lot of fun.  Anyway, as with any day care you have sickness that runs its course.  The policy is that if you kid gets sick you get a call and are supposed to pick them up within 1 hour</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109222766475284778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109222766475284778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/08/inconsiderates-fucks.html' title='Inconsiderates Fucks'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109182268639583183</id><published>2004-08-06T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T15:04:46.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I have no real plans... its really kinda nice.  We have been traveling all the damn time so it will be nice to only have to go to a party on saturday for my nephew who is home on leave from the marines.  i havent seen him since he left over a year and half ago, so that will be cool.  I also am helping my boss move, but that wont be too bad.  Other than that im free.  maybe i can get some more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109182268639583183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109182268639583183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109171867533879040</id><published>2004-08-05T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T10:11:15.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Low class</title><summary type='text'>My buddy sent me a link to an interesting web site Beer Advocate.  I started looking through it a bit and found that all of their top beers where some crazy shit ive never heard of, and all of the stuff i drink is apparantly shit.  Bastards.  I like my beer.. and who are you to tell me i drink shit.  Im going to go have a nice shitty bud light, because hey, its noon somewhere, and thats whats in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109171867533879040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109171867533879040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/08/low-class.html' title='Low class'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109155082889537111</id><published>2004-08-03T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T11:44:53.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked storms</title><summary type='text'>Im beat... we had a sweet storm roll through about 3:30 in the morning... woke me up and freaked out the dog.  Plus we are watching our neighbors dog for 2 weeks so he was a wreck as well.  Our 'hunting' dog is scared to death of thunder... and guns so she isnt much of a hunter.  As soon as the big boomeers started she crawled into bed and just laid there and shook, shaking the whole damn bed.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109155082889537111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109155082889537111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/08/wicked-storms.html' title='Wicked storms'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109129480687920417</id><published>2004-07-31T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T12:26:46.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mowing</title><summary type='text'>I just finished mowing the lawn and putting down some weed killer.  Now i meet be a little strange but the way a lawn looks right after you mow it is great... it really makes me feel like ive done a good job.  Its a little weird i know but thats just how i feel...now i just need to get motivated to finish building my yard barn.Learn it, know it, live it!Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109129480687920417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109129480687920417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/07/mowing.html' title='Mowing'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109110463982893840</id><published>2004-07-29T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T07:37:19.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because your famous....</title><summary type='text'>I would think that if i were famous and had money that i wouldnt have to do shit like this...Anthony Anderson, an actor that im sure you all have seen is accused of sexually assaulting a woman with another dude.  What the fuck.  Buy a hooker or something.  Men that pull this shit should be shot.  What a deviant prick.Learn it, know it, live it!Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109110463982893840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109110463982893840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/07/just-because-your-famous.html' title='Just because your famous....'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109103847360046696</id><published>2004-07-28T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T13:14:33.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People suck</title><summary type='text'>For those of you that read on a semi regular basis you probably have realized im kinda of a pessimist... maybe even a little bit of a whiner at times.  Thats what i use this blog for... to bitch.I hate people. Not all... but at least like 95%.  This world needs a cleansing... we need to get rid of the stupid, ignorant, and just plain annoying.  That would make me happy.  Plus when everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109103847360046696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109103847360046696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/07/people-suck.html' title='People suck'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109096021615482638</id><published>2004-07-27T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T15:30:16.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>Yeaaaaaa.... its tuesday... only 3 more days till the weekend.  I hope I make it.Learn it, know it, live it!Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109096021615482638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109096021615482638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/07/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109061385736885247</id><published>2004-07-23T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T15:17:37.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First in the Google search!</title><summary type='text'>For the first time that i know of i have become 1st in a google search.apple pie Everclearthats right... im somebody now!Thank you, thank you.Learn it, know it, live it!Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109061385736885247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109061385736885247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/07/first-in-google-search.html' title='First in the Google search!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109061291855677571</id><published>2004-07-23T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T15:05:25.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frida_ Fil_ - I_ </title><summary type='text'>Its a little late but not much... I dont think my boy Robby has his computer up and running yet so i am doing his Frida_ Fil_-I_! 1.  What is your job?2.  Do you like your job?3.  What would be the perfect job?Let me know and party like its 1999 this weekend.Learn it, know it, live it! Turf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109061291855677571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109061291855677571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/07/frida-fil-i_23.html' title='Frida_ Fil_ - I_ '/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-109043933466142832</id><published>2004-07-21T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:48:54.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping off of a moving boat!</title><summary type='text'>Well i did survive the bachelor party.  Good times were had by all.  We golfed, swam, and drank.... a lot.I met Tim at college and he was in my wedding so I would consider him a great friend, so its nice to finally see him getting married.  We started the day with golf and booze.  A great combo.  It was a nice course in Minneapolis and I played pretty well so that was good.The next leg of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109043933466142832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/109043933466142832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/07/jumping-off-of-moving-boat.html' title='Jumping off of a moving boat!'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-108994379635518521</id><published>2004-07-15T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T21:09:56.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frida_ Fil_ - I_ </title><summary type='text'>I know that its a little early.. but not much... in keeping with the request by my boy Robby i am doing his Frida_ Fil_-I_!The question is....1.  Favorite season and why.2.  Favorite activity during that season.and the 3rd thing i was having trouble with so...3.  Beer or the hard stuff!I hope that i havent let my man down... but i need to get ready for the party that is happening this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/108994379635518521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/108994379635518521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/07/frida-fil-i.html' title='Frida_ Fil_ - I_ '/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368244.post-108984044302813932</id><published>2004-07-14T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T16:27:23.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor Party</title><summary type='text'>I officially RSVP'd to a bachelor party this weekend.  One of my best friends is getting married in august and this weekend is the big shin dig.  This is a guy that i have know since my first year of college, lived with, and was in my wedding.  Plus he dated my wife before me.  Weird i know, but he is finally settling down.Anyone who knows him figured it would never happen... he has a huge fear</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/108984044302813932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368244/posts/default/108984044302813932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turfseyeview.blogspot.com/2004/07/bachelor-party.html' title='Bachelor Party'/><author><name>Turf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043547673541657120</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></entry></feed>
