<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:25:07.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wholesome Stupidity.....</title><subtitle type='html'>his life was a coffee table...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-3094389</id><published>2001-04-06T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-06T15:52:28.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today I am searching for what I hope to be not another craphole of a place...I mean, three years in a row has been enough...The only problem is that I'm pretty far behind in the search so I hope things work out for the best...In more local news, Jessica is coming home with me for the holidays to meet the remainder of my family, and some more friends...This young reporter has no worries about the situation, and will report on the situation after it happens...To all you Jews out there, happy Passover...May your tummies be full and your matzahs be tasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-3094389?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3094389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3094389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3094389' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-3085813</id><published>2001-04-06T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-06T00:18:58.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK...So everyone knows that I have a bunch of younger lady friends...Well its all too upsetting to me right now, because everyone is like getting initiated into sorrorities and such, and I am on the verge of graduation (ha!!  well, close enough)...But anyway, it's just gotten me to think back and remember those times way back in the day, and realize how quickly these college years have gone...Oh how I'd love to get some of that youth back...I mean, I used to be a big college stallion (ha!! once again)...But seriously, I am at the happiest time in my life right now, but its just weird that I feel so old...It's like your watching your little girls grow up right before you...Well, thats all I have for now...I apologize these blogs are getting pretty bad, but I've been a little busy...Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-3085813?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3085813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3085813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3085813' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-3085760</id><published>2001-04-06T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-06T00:13:32.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But Jessica, we're only up to chapter 11 in the Kama Sutra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-3085760?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3085760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3085760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3085760' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-3047771</id><published>2001-04-03T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-03T13:51:45.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In most cultures and societies, the women are supposed to do the majority of the wedding planning...So, what have I recently learned...I am a woman...I love this stuff...I guess I knew I was girlie all along, but this is just the icing on the cake.l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-3047771?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3047771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3047771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3047771' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-3023936</id><published>2001-04-01T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-01T23:31:52.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Re-runs of South Park Kick Ass!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-3023936?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3023936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3023936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3023936' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-3017993</id><published>2001-04-01T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-01T23:10:39.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought it couldn't be any better then having the most wonderful fiance' in the world...However, I was definitely wrong...Having a wonderful fiance' plus wonderful parents who love your fiance' like a daughter (the daughter they've always wanted) is the best thing in life...Along with the fact that all of your friends think she's the greatest as well... I think that I am the luckiest, happiest guy on the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-3017993?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3017993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3017993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3017993' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-3018078</id><published>2001-04-01T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-01T15:46:29.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK...While Jess and I were getting hammered with my parents last night, we discovered the best shot ever...La Cucaracha (I don't do spelling, but you know, the spanish word for cockroach)...So here it is:  In a shot glass (preferably the thin type) 1/6 tequila, 4/6 kalua, and 1/6 7up...Actually, add a little less soda, because you need some room at the top of the shot glass...Cover the top with some paper towels, smack it on the table, let it foam up a little, and drink...You will not be dissappointed...Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-3018078?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3018078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/3018078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3018078' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-2999551</id><published>2001-03-30T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-30T21:37:55.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I said before definitely held true...The T-shirt was nice though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-2999551?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2999551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2999551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2999551' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-2991646</id><published>2001-03-29T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-29T19:03:57.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember how back in the day I used to be a pretty good basketball player...Nothing spectacular, but I could definitely hold my own and be a pretty productive player...But now, all I can say is that I am a total embarassment to myself, my friends/family, and my country...Even worse, every time I am about to play, I think that I'm gonna buck this trend and all of the sudden be good again...I get all pumped up and look forward to being competitive...But alas, no change...Only a worse feeling because I thought I would have played well...So, having a championship game in an hour and a half, I'm pretty excited...Thinking about how good I'll be, going through moves in my head, planning, etc...However, I am quite sure that my next blog will tell the tale of a game poorly executed...I only hope that we win the game, because by getting a championship T-shirt, I can fell better about myself at a later date, and continue the cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-2991646?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2991646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2991646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2991646' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-2985973</id><published>2001-03-29T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-29T11:16:28.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sometimes wonder why it is I even own an alarm clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-2985973?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2985973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2985973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2985973' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-2978325</id><published>2001-03-28T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-28T21:19:56.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's pretty funny the weird things people do when they are sleeping...However, I think its much funnier when people are sleeping and you do things to them all on your own...Yeah, I'm five...But at least I don't smell like doody!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-2978325?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2978325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2978325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2978325' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-2977925</id><published>2001-03-28T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-28T20:49:36.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love how when you have a series of upcoming tests within a close proximity to each other, by the time you get around to the last one, you could care less, and hardly even put forth a reasonable amount of time studying...Maybe thats just me, and maybe thats why I am miserable in school...I guess its not a good thing when out of 4 exams, two are done, and blogger takes higher priority than studying...Am I destined to failure, or what???  Well, I hope that the millions of people that read this daily appreciate the effort I am giving them day-in and day-out...It will surely be reflected in my grades come the end of the semester&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-2977925?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2977925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2977925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2977925' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-2977829</id><published>2001-03-28T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-28T20:42:19.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>73 of 613...You Jewish ladies out there better go find yourself a young stallion of a manly Jew and let him know about this one...You'll thank me for it later...As for me, I think I may be in for some troubles....I mean, I have a bad back and all to think about...Just a little joke...I am in no way complaining...I take care of my woman just as God intended for me to do (I hope)...So read up about it and enjoy the excercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-2977829?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2977829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2977829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2977829' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972026.post-2972159</id><published>2001-03-28T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-28T13:09:51.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;OK...I figure I'll start this whole page off with a story typical of me, Mith Rosen, moron of morons...So I never go to class, and pay a note-taking service to get notes for me, because I'm the laziest kid I know...This week, I have four exams, and the one for Tuesday necessitated a lot of book reading...So I put in my time and concentrated on that since it was the first exam of the week...So I get to class, and the damn professor starts lecturing!!!  So I'm like "Whoa Ms. Lippy, the part of this test that I don't understand is WHY THE HECK THERE'S NO TEST"!!!  Turns out he pushed the exam back a week...So I pretty much could have been done studying for my other 3 exams by now, but instead, I'm screwed and wasting time posting meaningless garbage on this thing...So, the moral of the story would have to be, go to class!!!  Did I just say that?!?!?  The real moral of the story--  Get better notetakers!!!  I mean youd think in a class with over 400 kids, the note-taking service could pay a  student who could pay attention to deails such as change of exam dates...Well I'm through venting and about to fail 2 exams today...Ain't life grand??  Plus, I'll probably fail the test that got pushed back as well...At least I have a wonderful fiance' to console me when I feel like punching a hole through the wall...By th way, for those of you who don't know, I'm engaged (to a wonderful Jessica LeDoux- jesstheprincess.blogspot.com, www.geocities.com/jessicaledoux/index.html) and very shmoopie...So, until we all meet again, "a very happy tomorrow to you"....I miss Mr. Rogers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972026-2972159?l=mitchepoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2972159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972026/posts/default/2972159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchepoo.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2972159' title=''/><author><name>Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624168476833631000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06019278173110494368'/></author></entry></feed>