<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288423979946877590</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Oct 2024 17:26:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>blog</category><category>failure</category><category>happy</category><category>life</category><category>living</category><category>man</category><category>sad</category><category>sex</category><category>success</category><category>vlog</category><category>woman</category><title>My Vlog Journey</title><description>Keep track of where you've been.
It cuts down on going in so many circles!</description><link>http://myvlogjourney.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (vnetpro)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:summary>Keep track of where you've been. It cuts down on going in so many circles!</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>Keep track of where you've been. It cuts down on going in so many circles!</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288423979946877590.post-3739290871533574254</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-09T06:59:37.165-07:00</atom:updated><title>Am I really getting smarter with age?</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/r/NAv-bUza1j-C7vwGc5zRiQf6vlfesjtE?previous_view=lt_embedded_url"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;Fit Models Slide Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking care of our bodies is one, if not the most important thing we can do. Because without our health, we can do nothing!!! As I sit here eating a bag of Cheetos and drinking a soda whikle I write this! I have to hurry too. Something good is coming on TV in a few minutes. I gotta SIT for an hour and watch it. What a moron I can be. I know what I SHOULD do! I KNOW what's the best thing to do! I know what my doctor wants me to do... and my wife. So... what am I thinking? I know, maybe if I look at a bunch of pictures &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(click on link above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of some of the hottest bodies in the entire history of the world it will just happen to me. Ever wished that? I wish it all the time. For a lot of things. But, finally I've figured out... &lt;em&gt;I gotta do just a little more than that!!!!!  &lt;/em&gt;I need to change something in my thinking. I have a block. I know I should be in better shape. I even know that I can be because I've done it before. I'm just not getting it right now. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for me. I'm really serious about this. I'm getting to "up there" in age to start slacking off now. That's the thing about age. I always imagined getting smarter as I got older. Not staying as stupid, or getting more stupid, as I was when I was younger.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myvlogjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/taking-care-of-our-bodies-is-one-if-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vnetpro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288423979946877590.post-8180571764221537118</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 11:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-05T10:07:50.556-07:00</atom:updated><title>Why do I drink beer again?</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onclick="play_blip_movie_295984(); return false;" href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Vnetpro-MissHootContest655.wmv" rel="enclosure"&gt;&lt;img title="Click to play" alt="Video thumbnail. Click to play" src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Vnetpro-MissHootContest655.wmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="play_blip_movie_295984(); return false;" href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Vnetpro-MissHootContest655.wmv" rel="enclosure"&gt;Click To Play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess I have to wonder what it is about me that feels compelled to post this piece of video that I shot at a Miss Hooters contest. Actually the deeper question is, what compelled me to shoot video at a Miss Hooters contest at all? The reasons I had in mind was BS, I know that now for sure. &lt;p&gt; I told myself these reasons. 1) I am doing it for the web site of the radio station I work for. It's a male oriented station and they would love this stuff. It'd really be an attraction to get people to the web site. Sounds reasonable to me. But it's BS. I also told myself, well I'm a "new" videographer and I would get a lot from the experience of shooting a thing like this, in this kind of setting... blah, blah, blah. All just a bunch of BS. But it sounds SOOOOO reasonable. Doesn't it? Come on! Truth is... I'm a guy in my 50's and the day has come and gone that I will ever attract women that look like these girls into my life ever again. Well, unless I were to become extremely rich and didn't care that I knew that they were only there for the money they hope to get out of me. (I've heard there are girls who would do that kind of thing in this world! The days I have to get peeks at bodies and gorgeous faces like these are numbered. And, believe me, I enjoy a beautiful female as much as the 20 and 30 year olds do. So obviously, I will do just about about anything to keep seeing them. And hey, if they're willing to line up like that to let me look, who am I to refuse? So, you see? Those reasons I had... just a smoke screen. Complete BS. Makes me wonder though if there are other things I am BS-ing myself about. &lt;p&gt;Now I have to think about this. Do I really drink beer because I like the buzz from it? Or is that BS too? What about you? You might have things you're BS-ing yourself about. Think about it. It's V-E-R-Y important that we always be honest with ourselves. We can tell ourselves whatever we want to hear. But inside, at some level, there is a place in us that knows the truth.&lt;p&gt;Hum... do I really want more money so I can build schools and feed hungry children? Or could it be that I want more money so I can deepen my research on the question about why I drink beer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myvlogjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-i-drink-beer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vnetpro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288423979946877590.post-8816912893211999900</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T20:56:26.668-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">man</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">success</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vlog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woman</category><title>My Introduction</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2cTPuigZ3dWQrTnJFH7vXKTk9BGCU1bqmh5LqzzdMnH5kHVNccCodCiUzlv9Dw464XTBUkQvJ3xcYsmn35_qZT4Q0Pk2CvV9yoXr3g0b31l0tOcQWR7fpvn2zAGqgZ0wcuc2LUxPZs4/s1600-h/DW_C0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080475258020549714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2cTPuigZ3dWQrTnJFH7vXKTk9BGCU1bqmh5LqzzdMnH5kHVNccCodCiUzlv9Dw464XTBUkQvJ3xcYsmn35_qZT4Q0Pk2CvV9yoXr3g0b31l0tOcQWR7fpvn2zAGqgZ0wcuc2LUxPZs4/s200/DW_C0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who me, a vlogger? Pretty bizarre actually. You never know where the path of life is headed. Guess that's what makes it interesting, depending on your perspective. I mean, I was born before color TV and now I "vlog". The word would have caused people to think about aliens and Satan in the era that I was born. Such a different world. And it seems to change more every day. Like, I'm now a freaking "senior citizen!" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNBELIEVEABLE!&lt;/span&gt; You just never think it will happen to you. Even now that I am, I have to remind myself of it. Fortunately I have other things, like reminding myself to recharge my cell phone, to distract me from thinking about my "advanced" age. Sometimes AARP does it for me by sending me an offer. "Thanks guys, but no thanks. I'm not old enough to get in your club yet. " Oh wait, yes I am! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What the hell?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it makes you think, what am I doing with... everything. My past, present and future (or what's left of it)? I continue to live is all I really know. But I don't actually know what that means though. I don't observe my life like an outsider might. I have my daily routine and I get most it done without even thinking much about it. Like being on auto pilot. Have you ever had a conversation where someone asks you what you did over the weekend and... you can't remember very much of any of it! I have. It's not an age thing either. It's a, "I was on auto pilot" thing. Going through the physical motions but the mind was somewhere else. Let me ask you, what did you do last weekend? What did you do yesterday? Do you remember anything I said in the first paragraph? Ha! j/k. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am becoming a vlogger because I want to observe who I have become out of all the experiences life has led me through. I've experienced REAL love and REAL hatred. I have experienced peace and chaos in my heart and emotions. Even in my physical body. I have experienced euphoria and total darkness. I have felt disappointed. I have been a disapointment. And I have felt completely whole. Geez, you'd think all of this, and more, would have implanted certain character qualities in my life. But I can only know if I choose to be an observer of my life. And the question &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; is, what am I going to find? (This could be scary! I might be certifiably looney! I'm sure in some ways I am in fact. &lt;i&gt;Geeps!&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you happen upon this blog and have cared enough to read this far, this blog is me doing my thing in my normal everyday life. You will actually SEE me, on video, when I am up and when I am down. When I know where I am going and when I am so freaking lost I can't find my ass with both hands in broad daylight. When I am feeling good and when I'm not. And although you can see this kind of thing anywhere in almost anybody's blog/vlog... hopefully this one will offer you just a little more in practical and entertainment value for taking the time to check in. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,see ya back here, whenever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myvlogjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-me-vlogger-ive-done-several-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vnetpro)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2cTPuigZ3dWQrTnJFH7vXKTk9BGCU1bqmh5LqzzdMnH5kHVNccCodCiUzlv9Dw464XTBUkQvJ3xcYsmn35_qZT4Q0Pk2CvV9yoXr3g0b31l0tOcQWR7fpvn2zAGqgZ0wcuc2LUxPZs4/s72-c/DW_C0368.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>