<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-4151603461505082969</id><updated>2024-09-04T18:51:48.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life According to Hoppy!</title><subtitle type='html'>Taking everyone who wants to follow on my journey!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15341617173161361608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDulUx7B0CmXYlMcPOVogc1CWtheBxYo0ArT70Ddh81Z1mP8KWTXoiGrI31gYsEhbrYIGJ2MrTc_BdtSwhtYN7Oiodf17ThkQNnvt9VGSvNvAtKMIdNZayCr39qTojg/s220/2011-07-24+12.15.40+%281%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151603461505082969.post-4507379822192378384</id><published>2011-08-11T09:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T08:29:51.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girlfriend says Hi!</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been about a week since I posted here. The last seven days have been sort of a challenge for me. I have had to deal with crazy&amp;nbsp;drivers, crazy people at work, and a crazy life.&amp;nbsp;Everything appears as though it&#39;s speeding up and I&#39;m having to play catchup, but anyway.&amp;nbsp;I want to blog about an incident at work. I was really jacked about it. Let&#39;s be honest here, if I blog anything about work and someone sees it, I&#39;m toast. So unless one of you nice people out there are going to support me and the fam, I guess I&#39;ll skip that subject and&amp;nbsp;discuss an event that may seem small to some but not me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I came home the other night and my son tells me out of the blue, &quot;my girlfriend says hi&quot;. Man. Thanks kid! Dad didn&#39;t know you had one of those. Shall I plan a wedding? Get the rocking chair ready for the porch? Maybe I&#39;m jumping the stick a little bit here, but him saying that made me feel old. Didn&#39;t I just buy you a Happy Meal and we fought over the toy? Didn&#39;t you just ask me to keep the bathroom light on because you were afraid of the dark? How about you wanting to hold my hand because you didn&#39;t know what was around the corner, IN THE KITCHEN! Instead, &quot;my girlfriend says hi?&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who is this heifer that stole my kid and trying to&amp;nbsp;send him home as a man? MESSAGE TO UNKNOWN HEIFER: FEED HIM, GIVE HIM MONEY! MAKE HIM DO HIS HOMEWORK! LISTEN TO HIS CRAZY JOKES! MAKE HIM CLEAN UP HIS ROOM, NOTHING UNDER THE BED! THEN YOU CAN SAY HI! Until then, we&#39;d love to have you over for dinner. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/feeds/4507379822192378384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-girlfriend-says-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/4507379822192378384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/4507379822192378384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-girlfriend-says-hi.html' title='My Girlfriend says Hi!'/><author><name>Hop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15341617173161361608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDulUx7B0CmXYlMcPOVogc1CWtheBxYo0ArT70Ddh81Z1mP8KWTXoiGrI31gYsEhbrYIGJ2MrTc_BdtSwhtYN7Oiodf17ThkQNnvt9VGSvNvAtKMIdNZayCr39qTojg/s220/2011-07-24+12.15.40+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151603461505082969.post-3213748167981209165</id><published>2011-08-02T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:29:00.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what!</title><content type='html'>Well, I passed my motorcycle class with only a couple of problems. One, riding one is a little more complicated than it looks. Balancing, shifting, braking, not texting, or eating and drinking a beer&amp;nbsp;are big no no&#39;s on a bike. Two, I almost dropped it, didn&#39;t think it would happen to me but it did. The good thing is the instructors, very nice people by the way, gave me another shot at it and I nailed it! Other than being nervous, that was it. Meeting other folks who shared the same interest in riding was fun too. All in all, I had a good time. After getting home when it was over, I told the fam all about it and we got a good laugh about the experience. What! Why are we laughing? Because the wife explained to me that I only told her I wanted to learn how to ride not get a bike. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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How does &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoppy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fix this!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/feeds/3213748167981209165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/3213748167981209165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/3213748167981209165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-what.html' title='Now what!'/><author><name>Hop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15341617173161361608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDulUx7B0CmXYlMcPOVogc1CWtheBxYo0ArT70Ddh81Z1mP8KWTXoiGrI31gYsEhbrYIGJ2MrTc_BdtSwhtYN7Oiodf17ThkQNnvt9VGSvNvAtKMIdNZayCr39qTojg/s220/2011-07-24+12.15.40+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151603461505082969.post-5619941079335141434</id><published>2011-07-29T09:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:56:00.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now back to the Motorcycle!</title><content type='html'>Recently I wrote about me wanting a motorcycle and how people that love me are concerned for my safety. Well, the class is tonight and I have not changed my mind about taking it. Call me &lt;em&gt;bullheaded or whatever&lt;/em&gt;, but I think it is necessary to do this. Maybe I&#39;ll go out and have an accident. Maybe I&#39;ll hit someone and get sued for everything I have and don&#39;t have. Maybe I&#39;ll hurt myself badly and have to rely on others the rest of my life. This is Hoppy&#39;s perspective on this, all the things mentioned above can happen doing anything. So why not just have some fun anyway! &lt;em&gt;Maybe&lt;/em&gt; this could be the start of something big! &lt;strong&gt;I&#39;M A GROWN MAN AND MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS. I RULE MY CASTLE, AND I&#39;M GONNA LEARN HOW TO RIDE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But first, I have to ask my wife. I hope she doesn&#39;t get mad!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/feeds/5619941079335141434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/now-back-to-motorcycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/5619941079335141434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/5619941079335141434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/now-back-to-motorcycle.html' title='Now back to the Motorcycle!'/><author><name>Hop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15341617173161361608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDulUx7B0CmXYlMcPOVogc1CWtheBxYo0ArT70Ddh81Z1mP8KWTXoiGrI31gYsEhbrYIGJ2MrTc_BdtSwhtYN7Oiodf17ThkQNnvt9VGSvNvAtKMIdNZayCr39qTojg/s220/2011-07-24+12.15.40+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151603461505082969.post-7679579904575431258</id><published>2011-07-26T10:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T10:09:00.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation I had the other day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Hey Hop, everything is ok with me how about you, good, I was wondering if I could ask you something, If I went west am I technically walking that way or the other, my uncle has a cat that’s not well and he is concerned about it, my aunt has a dog that’s sick too, I hope he gets better, my wife is sick too but she only has a cold, we are thinking about buying a new house in another city but I like it here and she doesn’t , I love my wife and kids, but sometimes I want to leave and start another family, but I know that would be wrong, my mother has twelve toes and three arms and wants to join the “I think I’m different club”, I think I’m going to paint my house this weekend, do you believe in aliens or Martian’s, I do, I think they look funny when they turn green, my car is starting to smoke, but I don’t see any fire yet, I think I should get it fixed in the morning before I go to work, please someone stop me from talking, but anyway, you should join me and my wife for dinner, you would like her, she is black, not to say that anything is wrong with black, but white is right, not trying to offend you, but I’m just saying, I think I have a bump on my right testicle, it felt funny this morning when I got up, but my breast felt ok though, please, please, someone stop me from talking so I can go home, but anyway, who do you like to win the super bowl this year, I don’t watch sports, but it sounded like a good question to ask since everyone says you like sports, is it raining outside, that a stupid question since I just came from out there, what time is it……………………………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;You have to be patient Hoppy, at some point he’s going to pass out from a lack of oxygen.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My head hurts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/feeds/7679579904575431258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/conversation-i-had-other-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/7679579904575431258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/7679579904575431258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/conversation-i-had-other-day.html' title='A Conversation I had the other day!'/><author><name>Hop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15341617173161361608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDulUx7B0CmXYlMcPOVogc1CWtheBxYo0ArT70Ddh81Z1mP8KWTXoiGrI31gYsEhbrYIGJ2MrTc_BdtSwhtYN7Oiodf17ThkQNnvt9VGSvNvAtKMIdNZayCr39qTojg/s220/2011-07-24+12.15.40+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151603461505082969.post-4972941057865391519</id><published>2011-07-23T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:07:49.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, can I have some cookies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I get home, walk into the kitchen and notice a bag with &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;KY&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Jelly&lt;/i&gt; in it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Me: “Can I have some cookies?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Her: “No, I’m saving them for later.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You always say that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Her: “I know, but they are mine and I can do whatever I want with them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Me: “Right, but because you almost never give them to me, they will just sit and get stale. That’s why I ask.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Her: Frustrated. “You ask because you’re greedy. Listen, they’re mine and don’t ask me for them again, or I’ll get mad.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Me: “What difference does it make if you get mad or not, you still won’t give them to me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Her: “HOPPY, this is getting old, take the cookies!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Seriously, just take’em!?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Her: “YEAH, AS A MATTER OF FACT, I’LL GIVE THEM TO YOU NOW!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;She turns around and &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;hands &lt;/i&gt;me two peanut butter cookies that have been sitting on the stove. &lt;stockticker w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;MAN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/stockticker&gt;, a brother can’t win! I guess this would have ended better for me if we both were on the same page. The morale of the joke is: communication is key in any relationship; there is no peace in the home without it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I wish Hoppy learned &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;that before 40!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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15 year old son: Dad, can I have a Facebook account?&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;
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15 year old son: Because my friends have one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: Not good enough. Why?&lt;br /&gt;
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15 year old son: My cousins have one and I want to keep up with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: Not good enough. Look, your mother and I try our best to protect you from all sorts of dangers. The Internet is not a joke and should be taken as a serious tool. Facebook is great, I have an account, but I don&#39;t think your ready for the responsibility that comes with it. Now, here are the keys to the car, go down the street and get me a six pack of beer and a pack of cigarettes!&lt;br /&gt;
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Was I wrong for that?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/feeds/6630718444099965165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-hop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/6630718444099965165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/6630718444099965165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-hop.html' title='Hey Hop!'/><author><name>Hop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15341617173161361608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDulUx7B0CmXYlMcPOVogc1CWtheBxYo0ArT70Ddh81Z1mP8KWTXoiGrI31gYsEhbrYIGJ2MrTc_BdtSwhtYN7Oiodf17ThkQNnvt9VGSvNvAtKMIdNZayCr39qTojg/s220/2011-07-24+12.15.40+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151603461505082969.post-4923586801113062097</id><published>2011-07-20T10:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T15:40:14.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the &quot;Hey You!&quot; Award goes to, &quot;All the drivers that gave me the blues last night!&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSim9kKv2ZeUyD2IGRbbCysQs3vtaHHGh05NMwVAl5OSghyphenhyphenYBF8ujNawviUyNsKhc2HhZhr4KcJTFXn7R5IllpKwraLA1rjtms6u5Gj94N7l8f5LZUFpw5U7rvjP6dy0wsEhriV160JU/s1600/hey+you.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSim9kKv2ZeUyD2IGRbbCysQs3vtaHHGh05NMwVAl5OSghyphenhyphenYBF8ujNawviUyNsKhc2HhZhr4KcJTFXn7R5IllpKwraLA1rjtms6u5Gj94N7l8f5LZUFpw5U7rvjP6dy0wsEhriV160JU/s1600/hey+you.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Driving home last night was&amp;nbsp;like being&amp;nbsp;in a car race. First off, I drive over 41 miles to work each way. Which basically means anything can happen, so I try to be careful. Most nights I get a couple of people making &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bonehead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; moves. Not last night though, one word, &lt;em&gt;Special&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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First, after pulling on to the main road, this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;asshole&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/em&gt;person starts tailgating me. No cars on either side, but instead of going around, he wants to tailgate, I could actually see his teeth, for real! For that, here&#39;s a, &quot;Hey You!&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next, same stretch of road, after getting rid of the &quot;Crest&quot; guy, I get behind this&amp;nbsp;car who&#39;s driving slow, can&#39;t go around, traffic won&#39;t allow it, so I&#39;m stuck. Finally after a whole mile, I pull along side of the car and it looks like a teen texting. We have a year old law on no texting while driving. Nothing like seeing a young person in the early stages of a life of crime! For that, here&#39;s a, &quot;Hey You!&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Believe it or not, same stretch of road, I&#39;m coming to a light in the right lane, I notice a car in the right turning lane, light still green, I&#39;m good. Right? Wrong! As I get close to going through, the person driving the other car decides they don&#39;t won&#39;t to turn, so the car cuts in front of me, I slam my ABS brakes, yeah good luck&amp;nbsp;with those, and miss hitting the car by inches. The person then hits the brakes and comes to a slow crawl before turning into the gas station. Damn! For that, here&#39;s a, &quot;Hey You!&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;SAME STRETCH OF ROAD!&lt;/strong&gt; Loose that car, I think I&#39;m good. Nope! Another car in front of me decides to cross from the far right side to the far left turning lane. No signals, no warning in heavy traffic. SOOO smart. This causes the other&amp;nbsp;people to brake, swerve, stop, and curse. By the way, the swerving ones, almost hit me! For that, here&#39;s a, &quot;Hey You!&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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I need food, a drink, a bath, and to get the &lt;em&gt;hell &lt;/em&gt;outta here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, hitting the highway, no problems. Just me and my lead foot. Then I realize, I&#39;m tailgating too! Do I get a, &quot;Hey You!&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;
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image via &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sodahead.com/united-states/16-year-old-slams-unions-and-defines-america-what-do-you-think/question-1701281/&quot;&gt;sodahead.com&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/feeds/4923586801113062097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-hey-you-award-goes-to-all-drivers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/4923586801113062097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/4923586801113062097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-hey-you-award-goes-to-all-drivers.html' title='And the &quot;Hey You!&quot; Award goes to, &quot;All the drivers that gave me the blues last night!&quot;'/><author><name>Hop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15341617173161361608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDulUx7B0CmXYlMcPOVogc1CWtheBxYo0ArT70Ddh81Z1mP8KWTXoiGrI31gYsEhbrYIGJ2MrTc_BdtSwhtYN7Oiodf17ThkQNnvt9VGSvNvAtKMIdNZayCr39qTojg/s220/2011-07-24+12.15.40+%281%29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSim9kKv2ZeUyD2IGRbbCysQs3vtaHHGh05NMwVAl5OSghyphenhyphenYBF8ujNawviUyNsKhc2HhZhr4KcJTFXn7R5IllpKwraLA1rjtms6u5Gj94N7l8f5LZUFpw5U7rvjP6dy0wsEhriV160JU/s72-c/hey+you.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151603461505082969.post-747442348081856267</id><published>2011-07-19T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:41:54.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post!</title><content type='html'>It seems these summer storms&amp;nbsp;have gotten worse. We had one up here yesterday and this morning I&#39;m being told there are a lot of uprooted trees and debris everywhere. I am a transplant here from the south. Storms in the south can be monsters as we all have seen recently, and what we got was mild in comparison. But large uprooted trees from a 65 mph wind storm! I think the weather IS getting worse up here.&lt;br /&gt;
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WAIT! I just posted something concerning the weather. Is this a part of life after 40? LOL</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/feeds/747442348081856267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/quick-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/747442348081856267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/747442348081856267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/quick-post_19.html' title='Quick Post!'/><author><name>Hop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15341617173161361608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDulUx7B0CmXYlMcPOVogc1CWtheBxYo0ArT70Ddh81Z1mP8KWTXoiGrI31gYsEhbrYIGJ2MrTc_BdtSwhtYN7Oiodf17ThkQNnvt9VGSvNvAtKMIdNZayCr39qTojg/s220/2011-07-24+12.15.40+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151603461505082969.post-5811740846116439527</id><published>2011-07-18T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:15:28.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post!</title><content type='html'>Last night while watching the news with the wife a story appeared concerning a off duty policeman having a motorcycle accident and dying shortly after. It was quickly pointed out to me that another person had died due to injuries from a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;
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I quickly stated that the news does not always report the circumstances and maybe something else could have caused the persons death. VERY VERY quiet after that. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning while browsing the Internet, I run across the real story. The person was not wearing a helmet! We have a helmet law in Michigan and the officer was breaking the law by not wearing his. A choice is a choice, good or bad and he made his. I plan&amp;nbsp;to wear safety gear,&amp;nbsp;and that&#39;s my choice. My other choice will be not to mention the additional info I found to the wife, because I choose to have peace in my home! LOL</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/feeds/5811740846116439527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/quick-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/5811740846116439527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/5811740846116439527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post!'/><author><name>Hop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15341617173161361608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDulUx7B0CmXYlMcPOVogc1CWtheBxYo0ArT70Ddh81Z1mP8KWTXoiGrI31gYsEhbrYIGJ2MrTc_BdtSwhtYN7Oiodf17ThkQNnvt9VGSvNvAtKMIdNZayCr39qTojg/s220/2011-07-24+12.15.40+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151603461505082969.post-2438310454995430056</id><published>2011-07-17T00:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T15:43:55.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a motorcycle at 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCZWL6oKI5tGFog6q5jSUWfVwOe62MBwFeGD04vT-avCySRNTx9hmrDpLEY4etHGyDfEVhGK1u3XDimeTOrvp6BhFtq0gN6ze-C9NEZ4wI2g8AOae7xJ5eXLxTrYneO_2qGVZch8ntM4/s1600/Motorcycle.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCZWL6oKI5tGFog6q5jSUWfVwOe62MBwFeGD04vT-avCySRNTx9hmrDpLEY4etHGyDfEVhGK1u3XDimeTOrvp6BhFtq0gN6ze-C9NEZ4wI2g8AOae7xJ5eXLxTrYneO_2qGVZch8ntM4/s1600/Motorcycle.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People will call this idea part of a &quot;midlife crisis&quot;. Not so! I just feel like since I have &quot;deprived&quot; myself for years that maybe it&#39;s time to go for it. Most people around me are concerned for my safety, which is OK, but I still would like one. In fact, I&#39;ve wanted a motorcycle since I was a kid.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Thinking about it, we all feel that we missed out on something by a certain age. For me, this new obsession is one of many. I&#39;m registered for a class that begins in a couple of weeks. A few people around me own bikes so I ask them a lot of questions. Most don&#39;t mind me annoying them. I FEEL IT&#39;S TIME!&lt;br /&gt;
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The deciding factor will be how well I do in the class. Just wanted to through my motorcycle thought out there before bed, I&#39;ll keep ya posted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Does someone turn on a switch at 40 to show you every glaring mistake made by you? I think so. After being 40 for a year, it has been the most reflective. My head hurts from so much thinking. It&#39;s like the &quot;bad&quot; past is haunting me. I know I shouldn&#39;t have drank that 5th of liquor after midnight knowing&amp;nbsp;my work shift started at 5am, but hey, friends showed up. I paid for that one, I mean a lot! Or things like&amp;nbsp;blowing my entire paycheck instead of putting it back for rainy days, still feeling this one.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many examples of what I should have done and didn&#39;t, I could go on for days. My wife could probably tell you about each one! Well, it&#39;s time for me to turn the switch off, get a grip, move forward and do what I should have earlier in my life. And I&#39;m going to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll update this every couple of days sharing what I&#39;m doing, want to do, and hope to do. I&#39;m new to this so for all of you who want to ride, please be patient. Peace!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/feeds/5119105597260948986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-40-now-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/5119105597260948986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151603461505082969/posts/default/5119105597260948986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torrancehopson.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-40-now-what.html' title='I&#39;m 40, now what?'/><author><name>Hop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15341617173161361608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDulUx7B0CmXYlMcPOVogc1CWtheBxYo0ArT70Ddh81Z1mP8KWTXoiGrI31gYsEhbrYIGJ2MrTc_BdtSwhtYN7Oiodf17ThkQNnvt9VGSvNvAtKMIdNZayCr39qTojg/s220/2011-07-24+12.15.40+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>