﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>heat_the_iron's Xanga</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from heat_the_iron</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Home...</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/708458433/home/</link><guid>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/708458433/home/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 23:13:04 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I believe we should bring xanga back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Orginally posted at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Let's just say, I'm ready for change. I'm ready for familiar faces. I'm ready for late night conversations. I'm ready to shiver in the cold of January. I'm ready for rain. I'm ready for family. I'm ready for friendship reacquaintances. I'm ready for home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><comments>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/708458433/home/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Happy Thanksgiving...</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/683827091/happy-thanksgiving/</link><guid>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/683827091/happy-thanksgiving/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 15:11:55 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Previously Posted at &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's Thanksgiving day 2008. I'm in Dallas, TX. I'm married. I'm very thankful for what God has done for me this year. Ok Ok, so I'm going to be making some green bean casserole in a few minutes and I'm going to be taking it to Buddy and Chelle's soon with my wife. Bryan, your not the only one who had an idea to post a previous Thanksgiving Day post, you just beat me to it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This post is from Xanga on Wednesday, November 16, 2005. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm here at the church and the video is done. thanksgiving is tonight... well catalyst thanksgiving anyway, and i was just down in the kitchen and the smell of turkeys cooking brought back a memory. you guys ever have that happen? well i remembered every year spending the night before thanksgiving at my grandparents house. me and my grandpa would get up at like five and start cooking. i always did stuffing. we would cook and cook, and watch some of the parades on t.v. then family started showing up. my parents were usually first because we lived the closest. then my aunts and uncles would come. one year we actually cooked a turkey we raised but thats another story. my grandpa would say the prayer, and the usual thing on thanksgiving of going around and everyone saying what there thankful for. once we finished praying we ate (kids go first of course). there's nothing like your family all displaced over the house with the harmonic sounds of football as our family's background music of choice. once we were full enough to undo our pants buckles we would just relax. and time would come to wrap up all the leftovers, and head home. but even sometimes i would stay at my grandparents for some black friday shopping. thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays but it ends so quickly. the day after thanksgiving it's completetley forgotten, and christmas mania sets in. so i'm asking everyone just to take some time this year and remember all those great thanksgivings that were and are still yet to come with whomever they're with. i'm thankful for all of you guys, my great friends. i hope everyone has a great thanksgiving this year.&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/683827091/happy-thanksgiving/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The ABC's, Allston, Boston, and Cambridge...</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/665058283/the-abcs-allston-boston-and-cambridge/</link><guid>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/665058283/the-abcs-allston-boston-and-cambridge/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 17:12:32 GMT</pubDate><description>


&lt;a   href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SHJa-ZsbSVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DZZbIEWhYNw/s1600-h/1348340025_0b787a4245_b.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SHJa-ZsbSVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DZZbIEWhYNw/s320/1348340025_0b787a4245_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220334946171439442" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a   href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SHJa-rW8w6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/EhtwKAkDXbE/s1600-h/2006_0520HarvardSquare0053.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SHJa-rW8w6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/EhtwKAkDXbE/s320/2006_0520HarvardSquare0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220334950913196962" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a   href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SHJa-4s-WgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sqOhQlYoy6Q/s1600-h/2496651822_778cf00c61_b_d.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SHJa-4s-WgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sqOhQlYoy6Q/s320/2496651822_778cf00c61_b_d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220334954495236610" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a   href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SHJa_JaeDlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NKKPfGuVhM4/s1600-h/445684319_3378294dba_b.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SHJa_JaeDlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NKKPfGuVhM4/s320/445684319_3378294dba_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220334958981025362" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a   href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SHJa_VaOqoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LwQfiFIPbT4/s1600-h/spaceball.gif" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SHJa_VaOqoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LwQfiFIPbT4/s320/spaceball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220334962201242242" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So
the last weekend in June, me and my buddy Dan went up to the Boston
area to stay with a friend who we haven't seen in quite a long time. He
lives in a town west of Boston and south of Cambridge, (which is where
Harvard University is located). If you have never been to the Boston
area, I highly recommend it. Boston is home to the start of the
American revolution and home to a very deep and rich history. Many in
America are not used to Northeastern culture. Mass transit dominates,
just like most Northern cities, and use of the subway(or the T as it's
called in Boston) is the norm. There is no need for a car when you can
either ride a bike or pay $2 to go anywhere in the 20 mile area. We
ventured to Back Bay, and downtown Boston a few times. There are many
attractions in the city itself. Such as the largest Apple store in
North America, great restaurants, and gorgeously dank record shops. By
far my favorite place though is Harvard Square in Cambridge. This small
area with it's tiny cafe's, street musicians, and tobacco shops is cast
in the beautiful shadow of the surrounding Harvard University, the
oldest University in the US. I have some pics of the area, none which
are mine, but are from flickr.
</description><comments>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/665058283/the-abcs-allston-boston-and-cambridge/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, May 07, 2008</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/655868193/item/</link><guid>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/655868193/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 15:50:52 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally Posted at &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's the end of the semester. Which means It's banquet time. It's
hard picking out dress clothes. So much to look for and match up. I'm
more excited about the semester ending and going home to work and get
hitched then looking for banquet clothes. Going home is weird. Time is
so so much slower back there. I'll try to make the most of it when i'm
back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SCG-QSNn-QI/AAAAAAAAADk/t_FGoP2TqZc/s1600-h/Image055-744891.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SCG-QSNn-QI/AAAAAAAAADk/t_FGoP2TqZc/s320/Image055-744891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197644631938431234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/655868193/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Baby Mama...</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/654339680/baby-mama/</link><guid>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/654339680/baby-mama/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:51:39 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;a   href="http://a450.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/41/l_d5c8f6de8d24ee88459f9f736241cbd1.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a450.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/41/l_d5c8f6de8d24ee88459f9f736241cbd1.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally Posted at &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I
highly recommend seeing the new flick Baby Mama. It was very well
written and very well casted. O ya, it takes place entirely in
Philadelphia, ya that's right. Pennsylvania. Home of of America.
And pretty much everything awesome. Anyway. Baby Mama. Soon I'll have
one. When I say soon I mean hopefully years from now she will be. I'm
getting married in 89 days. It's quite crazy. We have got so much
planning to do it's absolutely ridiculous. I'm so excited to be
married. Me and Ashley have been on this crazy adventure for almost 5
years now. It's quite amazing to see how God has brought us together
and intertwined our lives together to fulfill his will. I'm not saying
it wasn't hard at times. But our life together as one has yet to even
begin and I cannot wait for everything he has in store for us. Please
pray for us over the next few months as were finishing up this (what
seems like forever) chapter in our lives, and begin this great next
adventure of marriage. Thanks to everyone who's also been there for us.
You guys mean so much to us. I pray that God blesses you with someone
incredible and so good looking (had to throw that in there) as he has
me.</description><comments>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/654339680/baby-mama/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Preaching...</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/653669375/preaching/</link><guid>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/653669375/preaching/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 17:49:40 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally Posted at &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever preached a sermon? It can be a pretty nerve racking
experience. I take a class called homiletics. It's basically how to
preach. Everyone in the class had to prepare a 10 minute sermon and
deliver it, and then be critiqued on it. I got a 97. I feel a lot
better now that it's over. It's nice to know how to preach now.</description><comments>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/653669375/preaching/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Trollys...</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/652597742/trollys/</link><guid>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/652597742/trollys/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 11:43:01 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally Posted at &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thats Zach. He's a friend of mine here at school. Yesterday 5 of us
went down to the west village to ride the trolly around and do some fun
things. Zach bought a crossword to do on the trolly which was
interesting. Then Zach went to work so me, Ash, Juddson, and Taylor
went to Borders to check out the sidewalk sale. I bought John Stewarts
book on American politics. Then we went to the mall to do some
shopping. Bought Ashley a nice shirt then we went on home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SAYU0yrr7XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/39hpwP9HHjE/s1600-h/Image050-798915.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/SAYU0yrr7XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/39hpwP9HHjE/s320/Image050-798915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189858517781835122" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/652597742/trollys/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, April 10, 2008</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/651547515/item/</link><guid>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/651547515/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 18:41:39 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally Posted at &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's
North Korea. A small little strip of land on a tiny little peninsula in
Asia. Do you see how dark it is&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt=""&gt; compared to South Korea just below, and
Japan and China to the East and North. North Korea is run by a dictator
named Kim_Jong-il, a madman who is obsessed with Hennessey Cognac. He
is an avid film buff, with a collection of 20,000 films, and has over
7,000 Mercedes' Benz. This country is absolutely in dire turmoil, and
they have a nut running it. I have a friend here who is raising support
and awareness. His grandfather was a wealthy businessman who left
everything in North Korea and fled to the south at the beginning of the
Korean War. The people of this country make an average of $900 a year.
There is no way out for North Koreans. They have to suffer this regime
everyday, while we in America sit back and worry about what terrorist
attack is next. We need to stop worrying about specific situations and
look at the world. Who else will stand up for these people? I'm sick of
Americans standing up for whats trendy, Africa(Darfur), South America,
Thailand. Not saying the people in those country's don't need our help
too, but people will start organizations in specific country's just to
show how hip they are. Will we not find where the people that need the
most help are? Why are we willing to take a stand for some but not all?
"If the people of North Korea are just a Korean problem, were the Jews
just a German problem?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you read this blog please take the time to just get informed.&lt;br&gt;Here are some links.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailynk.com/english/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;North Korean News Site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linkglobal.org/" target="_new"&gt;Liberty in North Korea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dqTNqhSR5I" target="_new"&gt;A Video By Google About North Korean Human Rights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/651547515/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Spoken Word, Sirens, and Taco Bell, O' My....</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/650729050/spoken-word-sirens-and-taco-bell-o-my/</link><guid>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/650729050/spoken-word-sirens-and-taco-bell-o-my/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 02:05:21 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally posted at &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So last night 6 guys (including myself) piled into a car and attempted
to go to Buffalo Wild Wings to grab some 40 cent wings. Well It just so
happened to be super packed. We eventually couldn't stand the wait
anymore, and drove the complete opposite direction all the way back
past campus. The Bishop Arts District in north Oak Cliff is where we
decided to land, maybe to grab a bite and suffice our stomach's. But to
all dismay all restaurants were closed except if you wanted to sit at
the bar. The only thing open was a small little cafe, which also was
doing some African American spoken word poetry. Intense, ya I know.
Ended up staying long enough to hear a poem about sex, and a young
teacher not teaching for the money, but sheerly for the affect she's
having on her pupils. After the cafe we ventured to another seemed to
be restaurant down the street, but again just another bar filled with
wannabe uptown hipsters. When all hope was lost, we finally found a
Sonic. Pull into the parking lot, "O, wait, I think that guy is
signaling their closed." Daniel honks his horn and makes a left in the
middle lane of traffic. End up getting pulled over by a couple of cops
asking us what we're doing and why we have so many people. While
sitting there a mustang slowly creeps by, and I'm like "Ya, pull us
over, that guy has to be drunk, they should go bust him." Cop's let us
go. They end up pulling that guy over a half mile down the road. We end
up going to a Taco Bell a mile from campus, and retire to the dorm to
finish out are quest to find a Friday night feast.</description><comments>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/650729050/spoken-word-sirens-and-taco-bell-o-my/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Remember the...who cares...</title><link>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/649887070/remember-thewho-cares/</link><guid>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/649887070/remember-thewho-cares/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 18:14:39 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally Posted at &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.rerooted.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya. That's right. It's a Texas flag. Why does this state have so
much pride. Most Texans see this just as a normal part of life. They
fly their flag not the American flag. There are stars everywhere. Even
people are obsessed with the shape of the state. Being someone from
another state at times i'm taken a back at all this Texaness. America
his enough pride already in itself. Do we really need anymore in just a
single state. I can guarantee that there are no other states in America
as proud as this one. Maybe I'm just saying this because I wish Pennsylvania got it's rightful respect among top states. Anyway I love
my state, my home, my Pennsylvania.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/R_Enkugxi5I/AAAAAAAAADA/KTwrxfxGXNM/s1600-h/Image044-742580.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AvToPnqq_F8/R_Enkugxi5I/AAAAAAAAADA/KTwrxfxGXNM/s320/Image044-742580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183968157994421138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://heat-the-iron.xanga.com/649887070/remember-thewho-cares/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>