<?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-1744177272608365797</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:51:03.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tico Town</title><subtitle type='html'>Come on in and Chill-Ax</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-5071818536080196806</id><published>2009-06-04T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:46:03.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words,  I recently learned the Power of words. Joseph Smith talks about how the word and faith are connected.  Worlds were formed, mountains were moved, and miracles performed by words. With all the words of all the languages in the world and with all the power they carry,  I feel that they cannot express  how I feel about my fiance Britni Gibbs. I love her more than any word can describe.  Today is her birthday.  I hope she knows how special I think she is. She GLOWS with the spirit and her radiance was the first thing that I noticed about her on the day that we met.  I still remember her sitting on the stage in that yellow dress.  She was supposed to be playing a man, but was struggling do to her female attire.  it was very cute!   She means everything to me and I love her more than anything in this life save God himself.    Happy Birthday Britni! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-5071818536080196806?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/5071818536080196806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=5071818536080196806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5071818536080196806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5071818536080196806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-i-recently-learned-power-of-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-6309926129896599179</id><published>2009-03-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:38:02.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the madness begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/ScFa7GrJedI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JkUPJpdyMPA/s1600-h/09mens_bracket.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/ScFa7GrJedI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JkUPJpdyMPA/s400/09mens_bracket.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314629006724266450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March comes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliance illuminated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions reached,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams  perceived,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts broken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heroes  made,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greatness achieved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modesty forsook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;villains  undone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logic patched,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality dazed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hesitation abandoned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignorance dimmed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;divergence departs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MARCH MADNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Tico/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Tico/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-6309926129896599179?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/6309926129896599179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=6309926129896599179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/6309926129896599179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/6309926129896599179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-madness-begin.html' title='Let the madness begin'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/ScFa7GrJedI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JkUPJpdyMPA/s72-c/09mens_bracket.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-5008105919587687447</id><published>2009-03-13T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:27:21.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Ceremony</title><content type='html'>in light of the recent events with the TV show Big Love, I just wanted to say that I'm so glad the church does what it does and stated what it has stated. I share the sentiments that are in the statement given by the church and also this video. I know that temples are sacred and that it brings me a feeling of peace when I go and perform ordinances there. I am grateful that I have them and that it helps me feel closer to my heavenly father. I feel like it is a heaven on earth at times and am so excited because on July 10th 2009  am going to go there with the girl that I love more than could ever express in words.  Because of temples and the temple ceremony performed called a sealing, I will be able to be sealed (married) to my wife for this life and for all of eternity.  we will be able to have a family that will also be together for forever, just like my mom and dad did when they were sealed and made their family for forever.   here are the links for some better understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsroom.lds.org/ldsnewsroom/eng/commentary/the-publicity-dilemma"&gt;http://newsroom.lds.org/ldsnewsroom/eng/commentary/the-publicity-dilemma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x_-TQivCx8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x_-TQivCx8 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-5008105919587687447?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/5008105919587687447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=5008105919587687447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5008105919587687447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5008105919587687447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2009/03/temple-ceremony.html' title='Temple Ceremony'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-1781323680125975835</id><published>2009-01-28T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:24:45.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TITLWATH</title><content type='html'>So recently I feel like the Lord has been placing a couple of scriptures in my daily activities and i'm not sure if he is preparing me for something or if he is simply wanting me to do this now for something I am going through.  I do feel like right now that I am heading into something where I really have zero experience . Proverbs 3:5-6 keeps coming back which is where the title comes from. Trust In The Lord With All Thy Heart.  The other scripture simply states Be still and know that I am God. I think the whispers that have spoken to me concerning these scriptures are probably the most comforting words that I could hear in entering the unknown,  there is no more comforting feeling than knowing that I am on the path that God wants me to be and that he is at the helm as I make my decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-1781323680125975835?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/1781323680125975835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=1781323680125975835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/1781323680125975835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/1781323680125975835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2009/01/titlwath.html' title='TITLWATH'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-1346877658954257765</id><published>2008-10-15T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:26:52.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising the Title of Liberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SPYtyet6ehI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vzANrXmOW9o/s1600-h/signingofconstitution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SPYtyet6ehI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vzANrXmOW9o/s400/signingofconstitution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257439960263981586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SPYtyvzN5UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ycKCZ_wMM9s/s1600-h/Title+of+Liberty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SPYtyvzN5UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ycKCZ_wMM9s/s400/Title+of+Liberty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257439964849628482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so in light of recent events,  i.e. the election and the fact that I am taking a religion class from Bro. Bartholomew,  I have decided to follow Moroni's example and to go about everywhere I can and raise the title of liberty. I'm not very good at it yet and really have no idea if what i am doing will be effective but I feel that I must do something.  To start off with I am going to help a fellow student try and get as many signatures as possible to send to Barack Obama,  George Bush, and John McCain telling them that we as a people do not want to stand anym0re for the following,  Pornography, Gambling, Excessive Debt, Homosexuality, and the Abuse of Women and Children.  This is something that I believe i can do right here form my computer.  I don't have very many friends who read this or very many friends on facebook but i figure i would start there.  This nation cannot sit around as evil destroys it's very foundation.  I may not be able to move the mountain by myself but I'm going to try and get as many people to band with me as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-1346877658954257765?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/1346877658954257765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=1346877658954257765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/1346877658954257765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/1346877658954257765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/10/raising-title-of-liberty.html' title='Raising the Title of Liberty'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SPYtyet6ehI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vzANrXmOW9o/s72-c/signingofconstitution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-4014860448724732618</id><published>2008-10-08T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:06:46.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzMUxzaGPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7Uhqq61xQn0/s1600-h/madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzMUxzaGPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7Uhqq61xQn0/s400/madness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254799522572933362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just cuz it goes along with one of my favorite quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Tico/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-4014860448724732618?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/4014860448724732618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=4014860448724732618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/4014860448724732618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/4014860448724732618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more.html' title='one more'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzMUxzaGPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7Uhqq61xQn0/s72-c/madness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-8523114469320409788</id><published>2008-10-08T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:03:46.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funniness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzLvh717sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/I4cURSdKU0k/s1600-h/defeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzLvh717sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/I4cURSdKU0k/s400/defeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798882658184898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzLv0zjFGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1YGnb0QH9x4/s1600-h/failure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzLv0zjFGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1YGnb0QH9x4/s400/failure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798887723668578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzLv6wgK4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4YRPb5vwE44/s1600-h/motivation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzLv6wgK4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4YRPb5vwE44/s400/motivation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798889321507714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzIwabZa4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/soSwecqL5W0/s1600-h/despair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzIwabZa4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/soSwecqL5W0/s400/despair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254795599288036226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my friend told me about this website, i thought it was a pretty funny. here are some of my favorites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-8523114469320409788?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/8523114469320409788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=8523114469320409788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/8523114469320409788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/8523114469320409788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/10/funniness.html' title='funniness'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOzLvh717sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/I4cURSdKU0k/s72-c/defeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-7904454721649257351</id><published>2008-10-07T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:42:37.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take that despair!  I got HOPE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOwdRGuldxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B05tTpiiAtc/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOwdRGuldxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B05tTpiiAtc/s400/hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254607044935513874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was just listening to Elder Uchdorfs talk on hope.  Man what a perfect way to describe what I need,  hope!  Hope is having confidence that what you are doing today will be what is right for the future.  having patience and persevering through the hard times is necesarry and the greatest thing is that we are not alone in our struggles.  God is with us every step of the way and he is there to lift us and to strengthen us as we do what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Tico/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Tico/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Tico/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Tico/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Tico/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Tico/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-7904454721649257351?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/7904454721649257351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=7904454721649257351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/7904454721649257351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/7904454721649257351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-that-despair-i-got-hope.html' title='Take that despair!  I got HOPE!'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SOwdRGuldxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B05tTpiiAtc/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-3561568124580771611</id><published>2008-08-25T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:26:19.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lois Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SLK2iev4EYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y_ngb9SL0js/s1600-h/Angela+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SLK2iev4EYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y_ngb9SL0js/s400/Angela+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238450020070986114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There comes a time in your life when you meet someone who really truly opens your eyes.  Who helps you to see what life could be like in a perfect world.  For superman he saw that with Lois Lane. For me it was this wonderful lady pictured above.  Superman however did not get his happily ever after with Lois though, he chose to let her choose her own path and her own happiness which didn't include him.  For me it was the same and as tough as I thought it was going to be, when you see things from the big perspective you don't feel so bad.  The amount i learned in two months with her has astounded me each time I look back on it. I would be lying if  I said breakups don't hurt,  but the pain will subside and I must look with my eyes forward again. You may be wrong a million times but you only have to be right once.  Last night was tough and so today i will follow the advice of one of my favorite quote (Mary Anne Radmacher) it says&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Courage does not always roar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes courage is the quiet voice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the end of the day saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I will try again tomorrow'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When that tomorrow is I'm not sure, but I will try again and with each relationship i get one step closer to eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-3561568124580771611?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/3561568124580771611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=3561568124580771611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/3561568124580771611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/3561568124580771611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-lois-lane.html' title='My Lois Lane'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SLK2iev4EYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y_ngb9SL0js/s72-c/Angela+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-7129472874828903968</id><published>2008-07-07T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:56:12.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SHLzTaPyWwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gYrl6LND30I/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SHLySrS2HcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-3kX-_FTr_A/s400/DSC00413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220501320749161922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SHLyToAJIUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Aqm56Jj5-iY/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SHLyToAJIUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Aqm56Jj5-iY/s400/DSC00369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220501337045279042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-7129472874828903968?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/7129472874828903968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=7129472874828903968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/7129472874828903968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/7129472874828903968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SHLzTaPyWwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gYrl6LND30I/s72-c/DSC00409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-6225420356880107243</id><published>2008-07-02T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:57:03.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman's Real Kryptonite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SHLzmdQxTsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/L2mBb0x_GfQ/s1600-h/i-suplois2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SHLzmdQxTsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/L2mBb0x_GfQ/s400/i-suplois2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220502760091373250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kryptonite&lt;/span&gt;.  The only thing that could ever stop Superman dead in his tracks. Known by his enemies and always futilely used against him, Superman has yet to be defeated in all of his epic battles. Take away his powers and there was still the one thing that they could never conquer, Superman's heart, which is the source of his real power. Every time Superman found himself against insurmountable odds, where Kyptonite was usually involved,  they could never beat his will to do good which would always overcome whatever evil was placed before him. Just like light shines in the darkness, Superman's geniunely pure heart would send evil back to the very depths of hell from which it came. Yet with all the brilliance of Braniac or the craftiness of Lex Luthor,  they never seemed to realize this simple and yet all important fact that Kryptonite was never going to stop him.  You see it makes it even more difficult for these evil geniuses because Superman had long ago given this heart of Gold to a sassy, strong headed, reporter named Lois Lane. She is it's keeper and has thus become Superman's Real Kryptonite.  Even though relations may have been severed due to his responsibility to save the world and his quest to discover his destiny,  She would always be the keeper of his heart, thus making Superman invincible.  She had given him all the motivation he needed to become the unconquerable hero that he is, making the only true kryptonite of Superman untouchable by any and all demons of the infernal pit. By giving his heart away it no longer became anything that someone could ever reach. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-6225420356880107243?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/6225420356880107243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=6225420356880107243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/6225420356880107243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/6225420356880107243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/07/supermans-real-kryptonite.html' title='Superman&apos;s Real Kryptonite'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SHLzmdQxTsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/L2mBb0x_GfQ/s72-c/i-suplois2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-3962490291353967380</id><published>2008-06-15T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:45:32.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHo-i5IaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L6gpJZIsduc/s1600-h/ymountslidecanyon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHo-i5IaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L6gpJZIsduc/s400/ymountslidecanyon2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212010175572550050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHp-6fPmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/87Ew_Fh6tOE/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHp-6fPmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/87Ew_Fh6tOE/s400/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212010192851385954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHqK9jFtI/AAAAAAAAADE/DIa2wQDk1SM/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHqK9jFtI/AAAAAAAAADE/DIa2wQDk1SM/s400/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212010196085446354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHq7f268I/AAAAAAAAADM/SW9vOficM-g/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHq7f268I/AAAAAAAAADM/SW9vOficM-g/s400/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212010209114254274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHr_mSfZI/AAAAAAAAADU/5QVtMlpkBUA/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHr_mSfZI/AAAAAAAAADU/5QVtMlpkBUA/s400/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212010227394837906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I decided to do something fun for myself every week for no other reason but to have fun.  This last weeks choice......run to the Y on the Mountain near where I leave. I have chronicled the challenge....well kind of....in picture form.  I started from my apartment and ran to the top and back which took approximately 1 hour and 20 minutes and was a round trip of about 5 miles.  I didn't realize until I got to the Trail Head how daunting of a task it would be because i arrived at the trail head and was already dog tired. My stubborness prevailed however and I remembered Why I like climbing mountains so much.  It's the same reason I relish any challenge or trial.  The view from the top of what you have accomplished is incredible! And yes the last picture is of Lavell Edwards Stadium, which just happens to seat about 64,000 man it looks so small from up there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-3962490291353967380?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/3962490291353967380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=3962490291353967380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/3962490291353967380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/3962490291353967380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun.html' title='Fun!?'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTHo-i5IaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L6gpJZIsduc/s72-c/ymountslidecanyon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-856860533467447304</id><published>2008-06-15T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:23:28.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTDVZUynkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpYTfKRgOEA/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTDVZUynkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpYTfKRgOEA/s400/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212005441117265474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just got a new district,  man it's such a nostalgic feeling. here is a pic of them in their first zone meeting getting introduced to the entire zone.  as you can see some of them still have the deer in headlights look and others have seemed to adapted more quickly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-856860533467447304?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/856860533467447304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=856860533467447304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/856860533467447304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/856860533467447304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/06/newness.html' title='Newness'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D28FJ789pww/SFTDVZUynkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpYTfKRgOEA/s72-c/DSC00391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-5374845907018063792</id><published>2008-05-28T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:59:52.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Macs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cp%20style="&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-19.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-19.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564238449177&amp;amp;site=widget-19.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564238449177&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p1/432345564238449177/ms_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564238449177&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p2/432345564238449177/ms_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564238449177&amp;amp;map=E" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/m/432345564238449177/ms_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I am just barely remembering how to put up photos on the blog,  and a little while back me and my family had a little fun with the camera function on our macs.   hope ya'll enjoy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-5374845907018063792?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/5374845907018063792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=5374845907018063792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5374845907018063792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5374845907018063792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-with-macs.html' title='Fun With Macs'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-4557691205856055928</id><published>2008-05-27T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:11:49.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Be With You Till We Meet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cp%20style="&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-30.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-30.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564257223984&amp;amp;site=widget-30.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564257223984&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p1/432345564257223984/ms_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564257223984&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p2/432345564257223984/ms_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564257223984&amp;amp;map=E" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/m/432345564257223984/ms_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564257223984&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p4/432345564257223984/ms_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So This week my Elders and Sisters left for their respective missions.....it's a bitter sweet departing.  This group went seemed to be more close knit than any other group and has definitely made an impression in my life. They all have amazing faith and I wish I could be there for every moment of their missions.    Here are some pics on the last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-4557691205856055928?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/4557691205856055928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=4557691205856055928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/4557691205856055928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/4557691205856055928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-be-with-you-till-we-meet-again.html' title='God Be With You Till We Meet Again'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-7334692259979090255</id><published>2008-05-21T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:30:42.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them struggle</title><content type='html'>So i was recently in a training at my job to help missionaries become better at what they do and my boss was using an analogy of riding a bike. He asked us to remember when we were learning how to ride a bike and he asked to think of what the most important part of riding a bike was. It was of course the part when the person helping you would let go. We  then discussed our various roles as a teachers and one thing that came up that stood out to me was he said we have to let them struggle which will help them surprise themselves at what they can do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about that and the recent events in my life and i felt like maybe that is what the lord is letting happen in my life.  He is letting me struggle so that when i rely on him i will be surprised at what i can do with his power.  I feel so inadequate at times but when I see the miracles after the struggling everything seems to make sense.  The Lord works in mysterious ways.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-7334692259979090255?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/7334692259979090255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=7334692259979090255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/7334692259979090255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/7334692259979090255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-them-struggle.html' title='Let them struggle'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-952947572960095098</id><published>2008-03-30T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:33:34.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>So I was talking to one of my fellow MTC teachers yesterday and he had an epiphany that I think is revolutionary.  So he is engaged and was talking about how sometimes he asks himself if he is really in love with this girl.  Well he decided to compare to something that he could measure since love has so many skewed definitions.  He asked himself, How do i know I love God? this could be equated to having charity, the pure love of Christ which is the ultimate form of Love.&lt;div&gt;Each one of us can have different specific things that we do to demonstrate our love for God. are we doing the same things for the people we think we love?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-952947572960095098?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/952947572960095098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=952947572960095098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/952947572960095098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/952947572960095098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-6519050427572464842</id><published>2008-01-27T04:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T05:56:54.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amendment Two "the gift of a body"</title><content type='html'>first- thanks for the encouragement for those of you who have read my blog,  I need to write more to express what it is that goes on inside my crazy head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to talk a little bit about what a nice guy needs in order to be confident around women that the nice guy finds attractive.  This is a positive self image.   TV, Movies, the  Internet, and even the people around us bombard us with so many false views of self image that it can completely destroy ones own view of self. Women are hit harder than men,  however those of the male gender are not excluded from the degrading view that the world has of what a "real man" is. This view paints the picture of a chiseled, rich, Ferrari driving, beer drinking,  womanizing, selfish, egotistical guy who is only allowed to cry in the shower or maybe if he is stuck in a rainstorm so no one can see his tears.  He isn't allowed to say what he feels and is encouraged to just "hit it and quit it".  Immorality is not only flaunted but encouraged if you are  to live according to how the world views a real man.  so many movies like American pie , super bad,  and   40 year old virgin, consider a man who has not had sex with  a girl as undesirable and in fact the whole goal of the protagonist is  to loose that virginity so they can "come of age."   We are encouraged to treat women as if they are objects of our desires and nothing more.  All of this and more contribute to a false self image that makes the nice guy look as if HE is undesirable. This leads to a feeling that he is constantly being compared to others and he looks around for approval of those who really are " ...in the &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_ne/8/27a" mark="a" type="B" title="TG Haughtiness; TG Pride."&gt;attitude&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_ne/8/27b" mark="b" type="C" title="Matt. 9: 24 (20-26); TG Mocking."&gt;mocking&lt;/a&gt; and pointing their fingers..."  As a result we lose many nice guys who are "ashamed" and decide to join those who are pointing and mocking. This cannot happen any longer.  I see too many of these good guys my age who give in to this and in the end, make decisions that they later regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off in the process of building the correct self image, it is necessary to try and remove as much of these influences in our lives as possible.  stop watching inappropriate television shows that are "hilarious but are kind of crude"  do not allow yourself to give in to Rated- R movies and even a lot of PG-13 movies that portray this type of thinking.  Stop Playing the video games with the scantily clad women. This may seem extreme but it is essential if you are to "let virtue garnish thy thoughts unceasingly"  as described in the first part of the Nice Guy Theory.  I am telling you this takes away so many weapons that the adversary would use against us to try and destroy our happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is to realize what a gift it is to be able to have a body.  this one sometimes is hard for me because mine has a tendency to break down on my quite frequently and it often requires more vigilance in my gratitude. The reason I say be grateful for your body is because God loved you enough to give you the one that you have right now, even with all of it's short comings.  Think of the one third that were given the ultimate punishment by being banned from ever being able to have their spirits clothed in a tabernacle of clay.  that means no "comfy clothes day",  no exhilarating rush from riding that sweet roller coaster, and one of the biggest ones for me, no feelings of completeness as "soul meets soul on lovers lips" ( i got that off of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; fortune cookie).  Having a body is such a wonderful gift and so we should first off be grateful for the fact that we have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of being grateful is taking care of the body that you have been given.  That does this mean?  Well  it means we can't keep feeding it with all the junk that is so easily available.  Don't worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not asking you to give up fast food and pizza, but i am asking that you use them in moderation.  An occasional pizza or burger isn't going to kill us and I don't want you to feel guilty for going and eating  a piece of birthday cake. our bodies are built to handle them in moderation. This means we gotta actually eat healthy though for the other 18 meals of the week which may mean we might actually have to learn how to cook. ~gasp~  yes we are big boys and it wouldn't kill us to learn what to do with a potato or how to prepare spaghetti and meatballs, in fact a nice romantic dinner made completely by the guy is a great idea to add to your list of good date ideas.  you don't have to get all crazy though when starting out, you can start by replacing french fries with an apple or an orange and your 64 oz of mt dew with a glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another part of taking care of your body is making sure that you are comfortable with how you look. I know i myself have found myself in my former days flexing in front of the mirror wishing i had Brad Pitt's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chiseled&lt;/span&gt; upper body.  remember you are who you are and you don't have to be a muscle bound freak to be  attractive to a girl. Girls are a lot less shallow than guys and they have a tendency to look more on who you are as a person anyway.  exercise however isn't frowned upon and in fact can be a pleasant experience if we aren't worried about how we look.  if we make it a relaxing experience, one where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;endorphins&lt;/span&gt; are released and one  that simply leaves us feeling good about ourselves because we have accomplished something. Exercise actually helps with disciplining yourself and can help you as you master overcoming your natural tendencies. so give it a shot, but don't feel like you have to go all out on the first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion i am sick of other people telling me what i am supposed to think of myself. I want to simply be grateful for what i have. by doing this when i am on a date with a girl that i am interested in, i don't have to worry about how i look and will be able to focus my attentions on her for the evening.  that's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-6519050427572464842?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/6519050427572464842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=6519050427572464842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/6519050427572464842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/6519050427572464842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2008/01/amendment-two-gift-of-body.html' title='Amendment Two &quot;the gift of a body&quot;'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-5371576626598725312</id><published>2007-12-15T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:08:42.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amendment 1 of the Nice Guy Theory</title><content type='html'>In the continuing effort to help out the nice guys everywhere I am adding my first ammendment to my theory of the Nice Guy.  Not only is confidence needed but courage also.&lt;br /&gt;to me courage is defined as thus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying,  I will try again Tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I reference  this and place it as a requirement for the following reasons. I am going to go out on a very sturdy limb and say that about 99% of the nice guys out there has experienced heart ache or rejection by the girls that they have encountered in their lives.  This is not because I think girls are heartless and cruel, but because that is the nature of the game of love.&lt;br /&gt;    Usually those who are working on gaining confidence get nervous I think not because girls make them nervous, but rather I think they subconsciously fear the pain that comes from rejection. The pain I believe comes from two places, their heart and their personality. The reason I say personality is because when you be yourself in a dating situation, you put yourself in a position who you are can be judged by the world. Often times when one is rejected,  one mistakenly interprets it as a rejection of who they are. This causes them the mind to try and avoid that pain and as a result create the defense mechanism of nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;    The second form of pain comes from the Heart.  This area of the human soul is very tender and when pain is felt, it is not the temporary pain that a flesh wound causes, but rather a very deep and lasting pain that resurfaces upon the memory of the very thing that caused the pain.  A hot searing knife through the heart is an understatement when talking about this pain. This pain can be consuming and has the ability to affect every aspect of our lives.   This pain allows feelings of hopelessness to enter and and feelings of depression. It allows the theft of many happy moments that would have been joyous indeed if it had not been for this profound hurt.   This one is by far the most dangerous in the pursuit of love because it can last for years if allowed.&lt;br /&gt;    Having felt, very deeply, both of these wounds I understand completely if one would say " I never want to experience that again and therefore will put up as many defenses as possible so that I don't fall in love ever again." It takes so much courage for one who has experienced it and  is still willing to open one's self up to a new opportunity to have it happen again.  This is why i say courage is required.  To be confident in ourself, to be the nice guy that women need us to be we have to be willing to  take the pain. &lt;br /&gt;    Two things have helped me in overcoming the pain that I have experienced in my life, the first being the gospel. The Knowledge that God has a plan of salvation specifically for me which includes an eternal marriage so long as I  keep the commandments, helps me to see it in a different perspective.  Also the knowledge that the Atonement of Jesus Christ can overcome any hurt that was ever given brings comfort during the darkest of hours, when all hope really does seem lost.  It also has the ability to overcome the loneliness that can also occur as a result of being rejected.  If we truly believe and trust in Christ, we are never alone. God is always there to listen to our heart's lament and sends his Spirit to comfort.&lt;br /&gt;    The second thing that helps me to get through is my unfaltering faith that my (future) wife is worth the pain, and I would go through ten times as worth if it meant that I could experience the joy that I hope will accompany someone who is sealed for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;    Tomorrow is always a new day,  new beginnings me that there is a chance for change.  We must take courage when attempting to have a relationship. Be yourself without fear of rejection, expose that heart without fear of the excruciating pain that could accompany the decision. Put your trust in the Lord and his plan and know he is mindful of you and he will never leave you comfortless, but will come to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-5371576626598725312?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/5371576626598725312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=5371576626598725312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5371576626598725312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5371576626598725312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/12/amendment-1-of-nice-guy-theory.html' title='Amendment 1 of the Nice Guy Theory'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-2731599237701587523</id><published>2007-11-21T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T07:01:10.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2,3, Cha cha cha!</title><content type='html'>Holy moly I just had one of the funnest nights of my life.  Thanks to my good friend Jillian, who was there to dance the night away with me,  I have Terminally contracted the Latin Fever. I have been twice before and have enjoyed it but this time I actually came away with a plan to Learn HOW to latin dance.  I do need the practice though so if you see me and I just happen to grab your hand and say LETS DANCE!   you now know why.  My mom and sisters are especially in danger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-2731599237701587523?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/2731599237701587523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=2731599237701587523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/2731599237701587523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/2731599237701587523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/11/23-cha-cha-cha.html' title='2,3, Cha cha cha!'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-970077135595677440</id><published>2007-11-17T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:51:06.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Credit, Good Credit, I just want people to leave my credit ALONE!</title><content type='html'>Man I  never would have thought that living would be so hard. Over the past couple of months I've been having random medical bills show up on my credit reports that I had NO idea about. The most frustrating part is all it does is make things take longer because it always works out that I have paid it and there really wasn't a problem in the first place.  other than this i have really good credit!!!!!! man just leave me alone and let me apply for apartments in peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-970077135595677440?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/970077135595677440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=970077135595677440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/970077135595677440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/970077135595677440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-credit-good-credit-i-just-want.html' title='Bad Credit, Good Credit, I just want people to leave my credit ALONE!'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-3130479371269998949</id><published>2007-11-16T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:42:57.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nice Guy</title><content type='html'>Nice Guys  finish last?  This is fundamentally false.&lt;br /&gt;    Ever since I was little, I made a conscience decision that I would do my best never to be a jerk to girls.   As a result of my own human weakness, I haven't accomplished the never,  but I can honestly say that I have done my best to treat girls with the respect and the honor that they deserve.  Opening doors has never been a problem,  complimenting on how nice they look on a date has become second nature,  and never speaking in a crude or vulgar manner about them was never even a question.  Yet with all the demands for these things from women,  why do they still go after the ones that treat them like dirt,  the ones that will use them to get action for the weekend?  One would think nowadays that the trend is more and more leaning towards girls really wanting jerks when they say they want the nice guys. My track record with dating over the past 7 months would indicate the same. I've had many dates and dated many girls however I have pulled a big goose egg in the relationship departments since my release from missionary service  in April. I believe we need to look at this in a new perspective though.&lt;br /&gt;    So you have two guys competing for the affection of a young lady, who wins? I purpose to you that it is NOT the Jerk that always wins but rather the more "confident". I have put confident in quotations because the girl often confuses what this term means.  The reason we often associate the nice guy with the loser is because a lot of times the nice guys simply lacks confidence.  With a little more faith and belief  he would have blown the other guy out of the water. The other part is the girls inability to distinguish between confidence and cockiness.  It is perfectly within the rights of the woman to expect someone to be confident.  The man must be confident with who he is so that he can protect, provide, and preside in his family.  However the line between confidence and cockiness is often times hidden behind varying things that often times the girls just miss.&lt;br /&gt;    So how does one distinguish between the two if you are girl, and how does one become confident but not cocky if you are a guy?  There are a couple of answers. First is humility,   A cocky man will always believe that all of his abilities come from self.  But a confident man will realize his own nothingness and acknowledge that all things are given him from God.  Second one who is confident will have a virtuous mind. The cocky man will talk of low  and cheap things but the confident man will say  "Let virtue garnish thy thoughts unceasingly, then shall they confidence wax strong in the presence of the lord" Doctrine and Covenants 121.  My final indication is a confident man will love his neighbor more than self. He will not be worried about cliques or popularity or who he is seen with, which is an inherent trait in the cocky,  but will be more concerned about building up those around him and taking care of the needs of those around him.   Going and telling a not as attractive girl that she looks especially nice that day won't be a problem for him or sitting by someone who seems to be alone and unpopular just so he can find out more about them will be normal  because he will recognize that by building others, he is building himself.&lt;br /&gt;    So what about all those girls who still fall for the other guys,  well the girls that I believe are worth going out with  are the ones who would never allow me to treat them like a piece of property.  They would be astute and see the warning signs of a jerk from a mile off and turn the other way.  If you are one of these girls who seems to always have the Jerk boyfriend,  I don't mean to offend, I simply hope to give you a better perspective that you can do so much better.  You need to know the difference as described above because currently your cockiness meter is MIA.  Girls are better at this than guys, but just because he's cute doesn't mean he is worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;    In the end, it may just come down to a girls preference on who she wants to date.  if that is the case, then I don't mind finishing last.  The important thing is that I finish,  and I only need to finish once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-3130479371269998949?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/3130479371269998949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=3130479371269998949' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/3130479371269998949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/3130479371269998949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/11/nice-guy.html' title='The Nice Guy'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-6126789737275982158</id><published>2007-09-20T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:36:21.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Cuppin Cakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-6126789737275982158?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/6126789737275982158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=6126789737275982158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/6126789737275982158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/6126789737275982158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-cuppin-cakes.html' title='Sweet Cuppin Cakes!'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-7544107890805821524</id><published>2007-09-12T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:41:05.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hickory Smoked</title><content type='html'>wow what a flippin sweet class we had today. so i am taking a wilderness survival class and all we did was learn how to start a flint and steele fire which i already knew how to do.  Easiest two credits of my LIFE! (and probably the most fun too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-7544107890805821524?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/7544107890805821524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=7544107890805821524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/7544107890805821524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/7544107890805821524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/09/hickory-smoked.html' title='Hickory Smoked'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-5887652980946630088</id><published>2007-09-11T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:49:36.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Home</title><content type='html'>Wow,  coming home from the mission you always imagine going back to school,  but I didn't realize just how much it would entail until after not having attended for a little over 4 years. Not only that I didn't realize that by transfering schools that yes, I would be looking like a freshman with my map out and having to always ask where a builing is or where a room was.  I think what has suprised me the most though is just the sheer amount of hours that I spend over and around the BYU campus Area. &lt;br /&gt;To be fair,  I work at the MTC and technically it isn't really a part of school but if we include that as part of my educational experience the hours i am over on BYU campus adds up.  Lets take a typical monday for an example. I start my day at 8:15 sharp at the MTC, preparing to help my missionaries to become better at what the Lord has called them to do.  That goes until about 12:30 where I then head to campus for a light sack lunch( it's easier than using 30 mins of roundtrip travel time  to go back to my apartment)  and from there my time is spent studying for my american governemnt class and my spanish class which start at 2:00 and go til 4:00  well once that is finished I have about an hour to eat again something that i have brought until my book of mormon class which starts at 5 and goes until 6:40    by the time I get back to my car and then again to my apartment it is near 7:15  which is about an 11 hr day.    I'm not complaining of course about this, I love all of my classes and am enjoying once again the mind expanding that happens ,  i'm simply in awe, i never realized what kind time life after the mission would really occupy.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-5887652980946630088?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/5887652980946630088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=5887652980946630088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5887652980946630088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5887652980946630088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-new-home.html' title='My New Home'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-7057477499268562255</id><published>2007-09-10T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:17:35.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-19.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564238449177&amp;amp;site=widget-19.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564238449177&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p1/432345564238449177/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564238449177&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p2/432345564238449177/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-7057477499268562255?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/7057477499268562255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=7057477499268562255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/7057477499268562255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/7057477499268562255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-fun.html' title='sunday fun!'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-5474083720441545391</id><published>2007-09-10T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:13:09.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Time Madness</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't already know,  I tend to sleep walk and sleep talk.   Which is really really strange to me because i NEVER remember a thing when I sleep.  When I do, it's usually something that is really ominous and freaky and a lot of times comes true.  Well,  I think I figured out why I don't remember what happens in between the freaky dreams.  I believe it's because my dreams make absolutely NO SENSE at all and my brain automatically deletes them upon gaining consciousness.  Here is one that didn't make the delete button that proves my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the dream started out as me as a missionary in a ward correlation.  Sounds pretty normal eh,  well it gets worse.  So i notice that my best friend just happens to be my companion which is pretty sweet I think until I suddenly realize i'm not wearing any pants.  well this causes a sudden evacuation to the Mens room and as soon as I get there I notice that the Toilette is overflowing.  Well i forget about the pants thing for some reason and immediately start working on the plumbing problem,  i guess i figured since i was in a mens room my imminent danger with the pants was no longer a priority. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm plumbing my companionion/best friend Izer comes in with a super secret impossible mission that i have to accomplish.    now the plunging is no longer a problem but saving the world has taken it's place.  (keep in mind i still haven't figured out where the heck my pants are)  but in this i have to put on the face of the bishop of the ward we are serving in,  Mission Impossible Style,  with the whole prosthetic face and voice changer.   Somehow though while making this change my mind made the mistake of slipping into the wrong movie!  while becoming the bishop I got put into the machine from the movie prestige, without my knowledge and an EVIL clone was made.  ( The clone will play a part later on in the dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off i go as Bishop Anderson.  So for those of you who have ever tried to do what Ethan Hunt does on Mission impossible you know how difficult it is to be the person who you are impersonationg. I go to his work and realize i don't know ANYBODIES NAMES!  i try to get out of it by using "man" and "buddy" but soon realize that people are seeing right through it so I simply head for the elevator to evade any further confrontations.  My intent was to go to the office of Bishop Anderson and accomplish my impossible mission from there but I get in the elevator and well somehow in the "briefing"  no mention was made of what floor the office was on.  I am standing there puzzled ( and yes still pantsless)  when i look out the closing elevator doors to see my evil clone leaving the building through a revolving door with a girl ( who will not be named) and a humongous grin on his face.  I knew IMMEDIATELY what he was up to! He was going to seduce the girl and then kill her when she least expected it so that i would be framed for the murder and wouldn't be able to show my real face again.  &lt;br /&gt;This enfuriated me,  well that and the fact that he got to have pants and i didn't and I ran after him.   but the problem was I had to go in search of him in my disguise so as not to draw attention to there being two  of us, but i had to alert the authorites and the only one i could trust to do that and would help me was my good friend who was a volunteer sheriffs department deputy, Dwight Schrute.  I knew he would be loyal!  so with him we investigated who exactly this clone was and that's where we found out about how the cloning happened.  and then I woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see...........although they may provide lame entertainment to the extrememly bored my dreams are really completely pointless.  I wonder though if I might enjoy more of them though If i actually knew what they were........only time will tell........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please feel free to post any completely pointless,  Hilrous, Scary, Freaky, Random dreams that you have had on the site. i'd love to hear about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-5474083720441545391?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/5474083720441545391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=5474083720441545391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5474083720441545391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5474083720441545391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-time-madness.html' title='Night Time Madness'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-5753778186694447128</id><published>2007-09-09T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:52:05.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle FEVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564238310870&amp;amp;site=widget-d6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564238310870&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d6.slide.com/p1/432345564238310870/bb_t044_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564238310870&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d6.slide.com/p2/432345564238310870/bb_t044_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-5753778186694447128?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/5753778186694447128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=5753778186694447128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5753778186694447128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5753778186694447128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/09/jungle-fever.html' title='Jungle FEVER!'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744177272608365797.post-5892133994603107682</id><published>2007-09-09T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:25:02.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm HERE</title><content type='html'>After a  long term, two year religious excursion for the locally predominant denomination, i am slowly starting to figure out that the technological world did in fact advance without me! My wonderfully amazing sister has shown me the wonders of blogging and I am itching for chance to try it out.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744177272608365797-5892133994603107682?l=thecostarican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/feeds/5892133994603107682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744177272608365797&amp;postID=5892133994603107682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5892133994603107682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744177272608365797/posts/default/5892133994603107682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecostarican.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m HERE'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983959975990095572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmoT36NVko/Tqi6rorlHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/23QrI7vqXFQ/s220/IMG_0953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
