<?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-2565916852321232785</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:41:17.826-08:00</updated><category term='Tom Brady'/><category term='superstar'/><category term='Cum Laude'/><category term='Farve'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='Burleson'/><category term='Adrian Peterson'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='RSU'/><category term='Hill Cats'/><category term='NFL'/><category term='college'/><category term='Aaron Rodgers'/><category term='wow'/><category term='patriots'/><category term='football'/><category term='vikings'/><category term='packers'/><category term='now way'/><category term='Merrimen'/><title type='text'>Dirty Berg</title><subtitle type='html'>I guess if everyone else is doing it, it should be fine for me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-533533683072174527</id><published>2010-01-03T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:24:45.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Last year I had a list of resolutions I wanted to accomplish. Not one came close to completion. So this year I vow to no resolutions and see how the year fares. Not that there aren't any things I want to be different but there is no point in putting one's self under undue stress. I mean come on the economy is kicking our asses bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several members of the clan have asked for updates and pics on Alaina Kaye and I do appologize for not posting them on here, but Facebook apps for pics are really fast and simple. So with that said please check for pics on mine or Teresa's FB page. All is awesome on the baby front. She is getting so big and will definitely be an independent one. We worked on waving the other day and now she waves to everything including passing cars, stationary garbage cans, fallen trees etc.. With 3 college degrees between myself and her mother she has already got us beat on smarts too. Unfortunately for Alaina though is the fact that we have some of the most attention hungry dogs and are immune to the "puppy-dog eyes." She knows how to use them and very well but just not well enough to pull on over on mommy or daddy. Well I have post this decade and hopefully the next one will not be too far down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-533533683072174527?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/533533683072174527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=533533683072174527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/533533683072174527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/533533683072174527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-resolutions.html' title='No Resolutions'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-8854062218320042984</id><published>2009-07-23T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:14:25.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaina Kaye Berglund</title><content type='html'>I would like to introduce to the world the most beautiful baby girl, Alaina Kaye Berglund. Alaina arrived at 6:46 this morning via emergency C-section at Claremore Regional Hospital in Claremore, OK. She weighed in at a whopping 8 lbs 5 ozs and measured 20 inches long. Mommy is doing wonderful and Alaina has already had her first meal. More to come in the near future. Mommy and daddy do not get to bring the new bundle of joy home until Saturday at the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361656505435011906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SmhuLzYdu0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gjp6JGDSKck/s320/P1010035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SmhuLk8ZvZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QHY0Bh64xj4/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361656501559213458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SmhuLk8ZvZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QHY0Bh64xj4/s320/P1010036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SmhuLPzFXGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PJ_rub86hAw/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361656495882984546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SmhuLPzFXGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PJ_rub86hAw/s320/P1010034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics were taken within 15 minutes of young Alaina's birth and had not quite got a chance for her first bath. Stay tuned for more coming your way very shortly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2565916852321232785-8854062218320042984?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/8854062218320042984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=8854062218320042984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/8854062218320042984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/8854062218320042984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2009/07/alaina-kaye-berglund.html' title='Alaina Kaye Berglund'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SmhuLzYdu0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gjp6JGDSKck/s72-c/P1010035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-5223509868448961521</id><published>2009-07-13T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:51:55.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Hell is it HHHOOOTTT!!!</title><content type='html'>It is so hot that tires are sticking to concrete if they set too long. Thought a quick jog to the mailbox while barefooted would be fine, until I felt the searing pain from the heat off the sidewalk and road radiating upwards at me. Instant blister. OUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the heat, latest news on the new little Berglund is we are in hurry up and wait mode. Three times in the last week I have had to take Momma to the hospital so they could hook her up to monitors and check contractions and dilation. Every time 2-7 minutes very minor contractions (thats what the nurse said) and only 1cm dilated. But the doc says it could happen any moment, I say lets get it done, and Momma says I am &lt;span&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; ready already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple that we have asked to be god-parents are just as anxious as we are. We have given them nicknames of El Padrino and Nouna (Italian and Greek translations for godfather and godmother). Nouna threw an outstanding shower for Momma and we recieved alomst everything we needed for the baby. And what we didnt get we recieved money to purchase. Dad and Jody you got Alaina a portable fold up crib and a t-shirt that says "my dad's tattoos are cooler than yours". While Momma and Nouna were baby showering it up El Padrino and myself took off on our Harleys for a 300 plus mile ride around Grand Lake and to a couple Civil War Memorial sites. Yes part of the civil war was fought here in Oklahoma. Sorry no pics. Anywho, I digress, we finished our ride completely fried from the heat with sunburned arms and faces and ready to do it again. Momma on the other hand is glad this will be her only baby shower as focus of interest. Got to spend the rest of that evening putting together all the stuff from the shower then being forced to go to Wal-mart to use up all the gift cards. Then some more puttin stuff together. The next morning I was drug to Babys-R-Us for more shopping and then back home to put it all together. Now we wait. The next post wont be that far off and will be loaded with pics hopefully of the baby and all her goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-5223509868448961521?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/5223509868448961521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=5223509868448961521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/5223509868448961521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/5223509868448961521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2009/07/holy-hell-is-it-hhhooottt.html' title='Holy Hell is it HHHOOOTTT!!!'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-3063887474626510717</id><published>2009-05-02T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:44:03.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update and a little somthin' for you word lovers...</title><content type='html'>The little update is about the little one on the way. Everyone is convinced that the baby is  girl but you know me I am one of those guys who has to see to believe. But in the off chance that it is a little girl, I have already purchased one of two shotguns I will have on hand, a police issue 870 wingmaster with a 20" barrell. Sherriff's Auctions kick ass. 90 bucks!! I cna get a longer barrel for hunting pretty cheap so it could cover both scatter guns. Anywho, really everything is going great, I think. Due to my schedule at work I have avoided most of the major asskicker hormone  outbursts, just kidding babe since I know you finally figured out not to put www. in front of the blogpage address. But my schedule is not one of many dreams, and the patients I have to work with turn what dreams I may have into nightmares. Mom, Dad, your welcome for not being as big a pain in the ass as every single one of the kids I care for over sixty hours a week. I know I had my monents but nothing at all comapared to these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now the segment for the Lexophile or Lover of wordds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.&lt;br /&gt;2. A will is a dead giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;3. Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.&lt;br /&gt;4. A backward poet writes inverse.&lt;br /&gt;5. In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.&lt;br /&gt;6. A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you don't pay your exorcist you can get repossessed.&lt;br /&gt;8. With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.&lt;br /&gt;9. Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A-flat miner.&lt;br /&gt;10. When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.&lt;br /&gt;11. The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;12. A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France resulted in Linoleum Blownapart.&lt;br /&gt;13. You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.&lt;br /&gt;14. Local Area Network in Australia : The LAN down under.&lt;br /&gt;15. He broke into song because he couldn't find the key.&lt;br /&gt;16. A calendar's days are numbered.&lt;br /&gt;17. A lot of money is tainted: 'Taint yours, and 'taint mine.&lt;br /&gt;18. A boiled egg is hard to beat.&lt;br /&gt;19. He had a photographic memory which was never developed.&lt;br /&gt;20. A plateau is a high form of flattery.&lt;br /&gt;21. The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison: a small medium at large.&lt;br /&gt;22. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;23. When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.&lt;br /&gt;24. If you jump off a Paris bridge, you are in Seine.&lt;br /&gt;25. When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.&lt;br /&gt;26. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.&lt;br /&gt;27. Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.&lt;br /&gt;28. Acupuncture: a jab well done.&lt;br /&gt;29. Marathon runners with bad shoes suffer the agony of de feet.&lt;br /&gt;30. The roundest knight at king Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.&lt;br /&gt;31. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.&lt;br /&gt;32. She was only a whisky maker, but he loved her still.&lt;br /&gt;33. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it was a weapon of math disruption.&lt;br /&gt;34. The butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.&lt;br /&gt;35. No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.&lt;br /&gt;36. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.&lt;br /&gt;37. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.&lt;br /&gt;38. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.&lt;br /&gt;39. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.&lt;br /&gt;40. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other, 'You stay here, I'll go on a head.'&lt;br /&gt;41. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;42. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: 'Keep off the Grass.'&lt;br /&gt;43. A small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital. When his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, 'No change yet.'&lt;br /&gt;44. The soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.&lt;br /&gt;45. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.&lt;br /&gt;46. Don't join dangerous cults: Practice safe sects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got anymore goods to help reach 50? Go ahead, give it a shot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-3063887474626510717?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3063887474626510717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=3063887474626510717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/3063887474626510717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/3063887474626510717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-update-and-little-somthin-for.html' title='A little update and a little somthin&apos; for you word lovers...'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-6097554179744763490</id><published>2009-02-18T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:40:31.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a .......................................</title><content type='html'>Girl!! But, this was only the first look so there is still a chance that there could still be a little version of me running around later this summer. Teresa claims the baby is already acting like me since she has not had a decent nights sleep due to the two of us (me and baby) spend most of the night flipping and flopping around trying to stretch and get as much space as we can where we are at. I guess I can sofa-surf for the next four months. Not too likely though. Other than that all the blood work came back with really good results and the Doc says everything looks great. Here are some of the sonogram pics from yesterday, hopefully my scanner did a good enough job to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193045550727506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SZxHeNwmAVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xJyCS-Bi-G0/s320/sonogram+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304191881980971474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SZxGafH8idI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SD9hJzZXJjs/s320/sonogram+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304192202747593666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SZxGtKEqw8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9wZOmvDrDF0/s320/sonogram+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say that today's sonogram machines are fabulous. Especially this last shot, look at the detail. WOW!!! I thnk that is definitely a Berglund nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2565916852321232785-6097554179744763490?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/6097554179744763490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=6097554179744763490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/6097554179744763490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/6097554179744763490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2009/02/its.html' title='It&apos;s a .......................................'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SZxHeNwmAVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xJyCS-Bi-G0/s72-c/sonogram+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-4393516694980700598</id><published>2009-01-06T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:02:21.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have an official due date!!</title><content type='html'>Teresa had her first official (insurance paid) doctors appointment yesterday. It's official, new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Berglund&lt;/span&gt; en route. The new little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Berglund&lt;/span&gt; will be arriving on or around July 28, 2009. The doc said Teresa is very healthy and that the only thing either of needed to do was not stress out and enjoy the ride. NOT STRESS OUT!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!!! Does this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dipshit&lt;/span&gt; watch the news or read a newspaper? This country is on the verge of taking one huge shit that will be one of those real runny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; blows that covers the entire bowl. Graphic I know, but if something doesn't get to working soon that graphic statement will be reality. I am not afraid of raising this kid but I am afraid of not being able to do it as successfully as I want to. I know that is every parents nightmare, however, it is my turn and I can be as dramatic as I want to be. My wife sure has taken to that liberty of drama. Everything, and I mean everything is a dramatic event that ends with a huge crescendo or a run to the fridge. Either way the event still turns dramatic. Some of it is absolutely hilarious because it is such minute BS she frets over but the other times are dangerous. BE VERY WARY OF THE HORMONAL!! I just about lost my left arm the other night when I reach for the remote setting between us on the couch. It just happened to be within reaching distance of her box of crackers. I am damn glad I have such good reflexes, whew! Well I think that is enough for today. Hope all is well with everyone, Drop a note and let us know how you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-4393516694980700598?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/4393516694980700598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=4393516694980700598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/4393516694980700598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/4393516694980700598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-have-official-due-date.html' title='We have an official due date!!'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-4302789484433108402</id><published>2009-01-04T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:03:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you done with your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here arethe rules, bold the ones you have done and post to your blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog-today is day ONE for some of you! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Played in a band – does Rock band count&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Visited Hawaii/want to live there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sang a solo -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Hitch hiked -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Hit a home run -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language—does pig latin count?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40. Seen Michelangeo’s David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Had your portrait painted -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Been in a movie -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class -&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen—meals on meals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies - I’ve bought some, does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Eaten Caviar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;90. Sat on a jury-but I”ve been called so many times I can’t recall how often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;94. Had a baby—&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-4302789484433108402?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/4302789484433108402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=4302789484433108402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/4302789484433108402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/4302789484433108402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-have-done-with-your-life.html' title='What have you done with your life?'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-8136665692532328375</id><published>2008-12-28T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:29:31.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now way'/><title type='text'>Completely amazing!!!!</title><content type='html'>Another Online Test to Freak You Out&lt;br /&gt;This is truly bizarre. Follow the instructions!NO PEEKING AHEAD!Free will or synaptic wiring? You be the judge. Do the following exercise and prepare yourself to freak out.Just follow these instructions, and answer the questions one at a time and as quickly as you can!Again, as quickly as you can but don't advance until you've done each of them ... really.Now, arrow down (but not too fast, you might miss something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a number from 1 to 10.&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;Multiply that number by 9.&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;If the number is a 2-digit number, add the digits together.&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;Now subtract 5.&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;Determine which letter in the alphabet corresponds to the number you ended up with (example: 1=a, 2=b, 3=c, etc.)&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;Think of a country that starts with that letter.&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;Remember the last letter in the name of that country.&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;Think of the name of an animal that starts with that letter.&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;Remember the last letter in the name of that animal.&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;Think of the name of a fruit that starts with that letter. &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;Are you thinking of a Kangaroo in Denmark eating an Orange? If not, you're among the 2% of the population whose minds are different enough to think of something else. 98% of people will answer with kangaroos in Denmark when given this exercise. Freaky, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-8136665692532328375?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/8136665692532328375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=8136665692532328375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/8136665692532328375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/8136665692532328375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2008/12/completely-amazing.html' title='Completely amazing!!!!'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-8632543526305318123</id><published>2008-12-26T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:25:05.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new addition to the Berglund Clan</title><content type='html'>Well all out there who keep up with this slow paced blog, I do have some awesome news. My wife and I are expecting a new addition to our little family. We found out right around thanksgiving time but thought we would hold off telling everyone until X-mas due to the fact that we are now scrounging every penny to buy a house.  So MERRY CHRISTMAS. We do not have an exact expecting date but we are both college grads and attempted the math and figured it to be around the end of July or the first of August. Any and all baby supplies are welcome, however, advice will only be heard from those who know what they are talking about. I guess I won't be getting any advice. J/K &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates and new blog postings are on my New Year's resolution list, so keep in touch and let us know how life is treatin you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-8632543526305318123?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/8632543526305318123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=8632543526305318123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/8632543526305318123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/8632543526305318123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-addition-to-berglund-clan.html' title='A new addition to the Berglund Clan'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-3545233990745002113</id><published>2008-10-31T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:57:32.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Band Name and New Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My Aunty Carla, who I have not seen in years postedthis cute little game on her page and I thought well I am looking to form another band. So I followed these instructions and the latter aprt of this post is the result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt; The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Go to Random quotations: &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;. The last four words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album. 3- Go to flickr’s “explore the last seven days” &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/&lt;/a&gt;. Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put it all together, that’s your debut album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band Name: Blanche Heriot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Album Name: Good Advice, Ignore Them Both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Album Cover:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263362859977854002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SQs4onj2zDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rGjrRKZKEXc/s320/albumcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not think my fellow musicians would go along with all this but I will show it to them Monday night at practice and get their reactions. It should be quite funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the laugh Aunt Carla,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-3545233990745002113?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3545233990745002113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=3545233990745002113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/3545233990745002113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/3545233990745002113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-band-name-and-new-album.html' title='My Band Name and New Album'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SQs4onj2zDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rGjrRKZKEXc/s72-c/albumcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-3554147230501840342</id><published>2008-09-08T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:11:19.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superstar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aaron Rodgers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merrimen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adrian Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burleson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vikings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Brady'/><title type='text'>NFL Football is turning a new leaf</title><content type='html'>I am going to assume anyone reading this post has heard the deliciously terrific news about New England Patriots quarterback Tom Brady, so I will not bore you with the news that you have already seen, heard, or read. But, as I was watching the Green Bay, Minnesota game, the announcers took it upon themselves to wonder what the greater American society would do now that a second season-ending knee injury had befalled yet another American sporting legend. One announcer says tothe other, "I wonder what Tiger Woods has to say about this?" His partner replies, "Tiger Woods and Tom Brady out for the season in the same year, what will America watch now?" or something to that effect. I thought WTF is wrong the two future superstars on the big ass TV in front of me, meaning Adrian Peterson #28 Minnesota Vikings and Aaron Rodgers #12 Green Bay Packers. These two guys are starting for two of the Premier teams in their conference and in the League. Lets start "praising" a few new FOOTBALL GODS and let the guys like Brady, Burleson, Merrimen, and Farve let themselves heal in a healthy fashion rather than a stream of stressing questions from relentless reporters and sports analysist (what the hell kind of job is that anyway) that can only be answered when the prescribed rehabilitation is to end. I say, instead of padding the pockets of the already multi-millionaire super-athletes, spend your money either on a new superstar that is going to play the entire season. That way your not that guy wearing the injured superstars jersey when the team loses and everyone blames you. Or, you could spend your money at my new online store at &lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/the_berglunds"&gt;www.shaklee.net/the_berglunds&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.cinchplan.com/the_berglunds"&gt;www.cinchplan.com/the_berglunds&lt;/a&gt; and start living a healthier, stronger life for yourself and your family. Had to throw that in there, I am not sorry so deal with it, got to advertise somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, think about the New Superstar Athlete thing and check out my sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-3554147230501840342?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3554147230501840342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=3554147230501840342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/3554147230501840342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/3554147230501840342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2008/09/nfl-football-is-turning-new-leaf.html' title='NFL Football is turning a new leaf'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-4358899308823137403</id><published>2008-06-23T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:05:19.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally those damn pics I promised....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are a few pics of the DirtyBerg Express (lame name? suggest a better one!) The little girl on the back is my boss's kid and she would not leave until her mom let her go near the bike, so I did one better and put her on the back and drove her around the driveway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SGA9e6xJQXI/AAAAAAAAACY/kGef2d3k0b4/s1600-h/IMG_1494_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215235969875788146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SGA9e6xJQXI/AAAAAAAAACY/kGef2d3k0b4/s320/IMG_1494_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215237554225308082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SGA-7I7gYbI/AAAAAAAAACg/-QaglqgmQ94/s320/IMG_1497_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is quite a "Shortyism" behind the deal I got on all the new baggage. I first priced new bags and accessories at the same dealership I bought my bike from and they basically wanted to rape me without the use of a lubricant. Over $1100 for bag supports, turn siganal relocation kit, saddle-bags, tool bag and labor. I politely pulled my chin off the floor and walked out the door. Well on the way home I stopped at a couple custom shops to compare prices and was amazed at the overall difference. Two different shops gave me estimates of $600-$700 and I almost left the bike there for them to do the work, but I knew I cut another couple hundred dollars off if I just put forth a little effort. So I pulled into the local custom shop here in Claremore, it is called Booger John's Custom Cycles, and got to talking to the owners about a little bit of everything. When music became the topic at hand, Booger's wife (it is his real moniker, he even has it stitched on his work shirts) mentioned they missed getting tickets to David Alan Coe. Well if destiny didn't shine on me that day. I had just won two tickets from the College radio station for the Coe concert and would not be able to go. I mentioned I had the tickets and they went hog wild. Booger jumped out of his chair and started walking me around the store telling he would give 25% off for this or 30% percent off for that. I stopped him at the Willie and Max Leather display and said I wanted bags and the lot. He pulled two sets of bags to throw over my bike and settledd on the ones installed by saying he'd knock half off the bag price and would not charge labor in trade for the concert tickets. I told him to ring up the entire order and give me a total bill and I would consider it. A few minutes later he presented me an invoice for $385.45 and that included the tool bag, bag supports, and relocator kit. I wrote him a check for $400 in case there was something stupid that we missed and we set a date for the install. Sure enough we did miss something extremely stupid. The turn signal relocation kit does not come with any parts for the liscence plate braket and we were short one little piece of steel to attach the new light bar to the fender and bracket. We did waht we could without it and I ran into Tulsa the next morning for the missing part. We got enerything put together and as I was pushing my bike out the door Booger tossed me a company tee and hat for the tickets and his wife told me to pick out a new pair of riding goggles because she didn't like the ones I was using. I pulled the tee on over the shirt I was already wearing, strapped on the new goggles, and threw the new hat in the bags. We all gathered for a pic to which I was amazed was a polaroid and they walked me out to my bike to see me off. I have been back in quite a few times to shoot the shit with them and have made a couple new friends. So to end this I leave you with a word of wisdom from the DirtyBerg and it is to remember that customer service and true appreciation are the proper and right ways to run your business, without them return business is no longer a possibility. Plus, if you really want to help our economy, stay at home and shop. I do not mean to shop from your computer but to stay in your home town or where you live if at all possible to do your shopping. For starters, you will pay this difference in price with fuel consumption and the sales taxes you pay will go towards local improvments (hopefully) which in turn benefits business and property owners. Think about it. Sorry I went all political on you but I haven't had a classroom full of students to debate and argue with for some time. I needed to get that out. Anywho hope all who endured to have a wonderful day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2565916852321232785-4358899308823137403?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/4358899308823137403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=4358899308823137403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/4358899308823137403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/4358899308823137403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-those-damn-pics-i-promised.html' title='Finally those damn pics I promised....'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SGA9e6xJQXI/AAAAAAAAACY/kGef2d3k0b4/s72-c/IMG_1494_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-9138693493876202248</id><published>2008-05-15T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:56:18.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hill Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cum Laude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSU'/><title type='text'>For those of you who could not be here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d83d9e8199699f2c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd83d9e8199699f2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129694%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E4DB6AF8E2F1DE82FD40CA5D3E40BFC59145045.88985D5DCC7551EE963046302B086974FB95363%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd83d9e8199699f2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNz-ni1tzIldy5v2diyAM8JdtyNY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd83d9e8199699f2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129694%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E4DB6AF8E2F1DE82FD40CA5D3E40BFC59145045.88985D5DCC7551EE963046302B086974FB95363%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd83d9e8199699f2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNz-ni1tzIldy5v2diyAM8JdtyNY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a Bachelor's of Science in Social Science, did it in under four years, and finished with a 3.82 GPA on a 4.0 scale. In addition, I graduated with Alpha Chi Honors, Psi Chi Honors, and Cum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laude&lt;/span&gt; Honors. I did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; any individual awards from the School of Liberal Arts, but was presented with a service award for the amount of community service I had accomplished in the last four years. Any gifts may be sent to. . . . . . just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here a few pics of myself and a few of my classmates:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200782724748872034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SCzkVU6lCWI/AAAAAAAAACA/qrMB8BbOH68/s320/Gaff+n+Berg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200782978151942514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SCzkkE6lCXI/AAAAAAAAACI/9rQAIEXZn_o/s320/Me+Amanda+n+someone+else.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200783463483246978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SCzlAU6lCYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cvGVzGRqJ2Y/s320/P1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the bike pics will have to wait. I did get the bags put on, but went through a couple down pours; therefore, the bike is not in a ratable standing for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-9138693493876202248?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d83d9e8199699f2c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/9138693493876202248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=9138693493876202248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/9138693493876202248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/9138693493876202248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-those-of-you-who-could-not-be-here.html' title='For those of you who could not be here.'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SCzkVU6lCWI/AAAAAAAAACA/qrMB8BbOH68/s72-c/Gaff+n+Berg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-3243437495298951325</id><published>2008-04-20T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:28:36.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are so gullable....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SAt1OFvEkjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ilPZab2ufRE/s1600-h/Can+you+hear+me+now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191371880392856114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SAt1OFvEkjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ilPZab2ufRE/s320/Can+you+hear+me+now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was tooling around the countryside on the bike and came upon a county deputy who had pulled over a small pickup with a trailer loaded down with brush. I slowed down to about 25 as I passed them and didn't think much of me doing anything wrong. Well, no sooner did I a hundred yards past them the deputy was on my ass. So I pulled it over and shut the bike down. The deputy stepped out of his cruiser and walked up to me and asked for my liscense and insurance. I obliged and asked why he had pulled me over. His reply, was that I had ran through a stop sign and my pipes were too loud. I asked which stop sign since there was none in the few hundred yards since passing him, and he said he thought I rolled through one over a half mile the other way. I complimented him on his amazing eyesight and explained further that I had been on this particular stretch of road for several miles and hadn't seen a stop sign since turning on to it. The deputy told me to sit tight while he ran my liscense so I pulled out a smoke an lit up, which really set this giuy off for some reason. He stompled back toward me all red faced and completely irritated telling to put out my smoke, but then stopped, turned about face and walked to his car. Several minutes later he returned handing me my liscense and insurance card. He then walked to the opposite side of my bike and stared at my pipes for a minute before telling me again that my bike was too loud. I told him I met state requirements for noise and pollution, and asked what the problem was.  Believe it or not he then asked if he could take it for a spin, I was dumbfounded but responded quickly by saying I would only if he let me follow in close pursuit in his patrol car with sirens blaring. I really did ask him that, but during this exchange I started hearing people laughing and turned to see the little pickup and trailer the officer had pulled over previously sitting behind the deputy's car. Next to the pickup was one of my fraternity brothers (who I ride with quite often) and his wife just laughing there asses off. I was still in the dark about the cop, but they quickly revealed that the deputy was my bro's cousin who had just made the force. I thought this guy was acting a little funny but had no idea I was being set up. Come to find out later, the deputy himself has several pretty sweet bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am on the topic of my bike, I am getting ready for the summer riding. Tomorrow I am equiping the ride with a new set of bags. Will show pics soon. Well I have taken up enough of your time and it is a beautiful day again, so I will strap on the leathers and report back later with any @#$%ed occurrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-3243437495298951325?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3243437495298951325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=3243437495298951325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/3243437495298951325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/3243437495298951325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-people-are-so-gullable.html' title='Some people are so gullable....'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SAt1OFvEkjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ilPZab2ufRE/s72-c/Can+you+hear+me+now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-3043197767798704361</id><published>2008-04-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:03:12.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is my head itching?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-225cec2f1d403bc5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D225cec2f1d403bc5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129694%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54C9C74706C171AA9912E315609D7B8665832F66.58D141D3E2D00DD6245C569EBD7247B5C3515663%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D225cec2f1d403bc5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk2T5OmpFu27eVtht5PPIjMK8FxA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D225cec2f1d403bc5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129694%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54C9C74706C171AA9912E315609D7B8665832F66.58D141D3E2D00DD6245C569EBD7247B5C3515663%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D225cec2f1d403bc5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk2T5OmpFu27eVtht5PPIjMK8FxA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EEEWWW!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-3043197767798704361?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=225cec2f1d403bc5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3043197767798704361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=3043197767798704361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/3043197767798704361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/3043197767798704361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-is-my-head-itching.html' title='Why is my head itching?'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-7483415848090544181</id><published>2008-04-06T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:40:30.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KC a great place to party...and eat BBQ</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a weekend. I just spent the last four days in Kansas City with around 1200 other psych major students. Now that might sound pretty drab and boring, and if there was a presentation to be heard or discussed it was, but as soon as a day's events ended that all changed. These people know how to party. Until this weekend, I would have said that frat boys were the only ones to throw a party worth remembering, but I was wrong. It seemed like the geek you sat next to during a presentation to during the day turned into the pole swinging diva after a shot of tequilla and a Long Island ice tea. Now before you swing into some wild assumption, this particular person was also being egged on by her boyfriend, but I think you get the picture. Plus, it seemed like they were bottomless pits. There was no end to the concumption, even after we were being excorted out at closing time. Most of these people partied well after four each night nad were up by eight to present. I am damn glad both of my oral presentation were on our first day, and all I had to do for our poster presentation was stand their next to it and hand out pamplets. But now I am home and back to business as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now only have a few tweeks to make to my final paper and prepare yet another presentation along with a powerpoint. Fortunately, this one only has to cover fifteen minutes and there will only be thirty or so audience members. The SWPA presentations had to cover around an hour a piece. My final paper is a literature review of peer-mentoring that covers a historical timeline, uses in the business world, and uses in elementary and secondary education, but its primary focus is peer-mentoring in th higher education setting. I had to read over 240 articles to find the fifty-three that I actually used and the paper topped out at thiry-six pages inculding references. Not the longest paper I have written while in college but by far the best and most rewarding. Well it getting late and I need some sleep before the week officially starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-7483415848090544181?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/7483415848090544181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=7483415848090544181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/7483415848090544181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/7483415848090544181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2008/04/kc-great-place-to-partyand-eat-bbq.html' title='KC a great place to party...and eat BBQ'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-895197193485000384</id><published>2008-03-30T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:39:08.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My happy new year post</title><content type='html'>I guess I have procrastinated this thing again. Sorry if anyone kept stopping by and nothing new. It will get better in about six weeks when I can take a somewhat extended break from school. I cannot wait for graduation. Gonna drink myself silly for the first couple days, then sleep for a few more, and finally I am going to load up the saddle-bags on the bike and split. I will spin a bottle for which direction, flip a coin for hotel or camping, and hope like hell the potholes aren't too big. Unfortunately, I cannot ride forever so this trip may only be a week long or so. I do have several applications for employment handed out to few of the different universities in the area as well as some of the larger high schools. Hopefully, I can land a job soon so I can get my wife off this damn farm. The owners of the place have said they are not going to fix anything in our house, so technically we are both in the market for new employment. I do however have guaranteed work at my university for the fall semester as an adjunct professor teaching two developmental writng courses and an essay writing class. Compared to a full-time professor the pay is shit, but it triples what I have made the past year. Well this is about all  I can muster for now. My schedule has been completely engulfed in finishing my senior research and getting ready for the presentations I have to make in Kansas City this next week. I guess I better explain. Several classmates and myself have been selected to present three of our recent studies at the Southwestern Psychological Association's (SWPA) National convention. It is sort of a big deal but more so for my classmates becasue they are staying in the field of psychology whereas  I will continue my studies in higher education. I am going now, again sorry for the lack of posting, hope to hear from ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-895197193485000384?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/895197193485000384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=895197193485000384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/895197193485000384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/895197193485000384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-happy-new-year-post.html' title='My happy new year post'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-8905705452906632641</id><published>2007-12-27T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:15:54.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should keep up with this thing better</title><content type='html'>My last post I talked about two meetings I had scheduled. Well, thanks to the Oklahoma weather they were both rescheduled for late January. However, I think I have made up my mind about which grad program I am going to pursue. But first let me tell you what helped me make up my mind. The first day of finals week was resheduled to that Friday and after taking my World Civ I final I went to work to find my boss pulling teeth and hair to get papers graded and grades turned in for reports. I jumped in started an marking written essays from a Comp I class and flew trhough them in about thirty minutes. My boss looked at me and asks, "What is your schedule like next semester? Do you wanted to teach the APA portion of my essay writing class?" I was sort of set back at first, but regained composure and ask what the time commitment was due to my Senior Research Project being my final obstacle and how I could do that not yet having recieved my degree. She explained in the developmental department only a bahcelors was required and mined was already confirmed. In addition, my experience in the lab and previous employment gave me more than an ample amount of experience. So to make the long story some what short. I am going to pursue the higher education degree to stay in the college atmosphere. I will still make my appointment with the Univerisity of Tulsa's Law school, but will not be pursuing the law degree, yet. My application packets for two other schools that offer the masters program I will pursue are waiting on sealed transcripts so I can send them off. Cross your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through the finals weeks power outage fiasco. We had no power at home or on the farm. Life was pretty shitty for a few days, but at least we had family in the area. It was in-laws but they are still family. Fun to visit but defintely not to hang with for a week. Do not get me wrong they are wonderful people and deserve the best in the world, but there house is not mine. Anywho, studying that week was a bitch because not only were we stranded at the inlaws my sister inlaw, her two girls, her fiance, and his two boys were there. For the first time in four years of going to this school I spent three consequetive evenings trying to find a quiet spot in the library. Not to shabby a place to work but I would still rather sit on my couch and watch the news over the top of my laptop as I research a paper while sitting in my underwear. Grades for the semester came back on the 22nd and I pulled three A's an a B. The B in under appeal because several of us in the class who could have taught the class were subject to a different level of standard than the rest of the class. More on this will come down the road. The damn B dropped my GPA to a cumulaitve of 3.79, .01 from latin honors. Oh well, I better pull the 4.o for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm that caused the power outage also caused a lot of damage to the trees. The weekend after finals I got several fraternity brothers together and another buddy to start stock piling all the firewood we could over the X-Mas break. We have tracked a tree service for over a week and pulled over nine cord of wood between the first of two yards they worked next to each other. So far we have piled and stacked almost twenty cord, that has only cost us two tanks of fuel, a few lunches, and a couple 30's of Bud Light. Our next step after break is to cut everything to stove length and start splitting and staking ot to season then sell. Fortunately, these damn Okies do not buy a cord of wood, they buy a "rick" of wood which is precisley a half cord, 2x2x8. The rick as they call it goes for about $60-$85 depending on split, stack, and delivery, so we are in for a pretty penny when it sells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am getting tired and am going to be hauling more wood tomorrow. So I hope everyone had a great Christmas and will have a Happy New Year. Take care and take the time to make at least one other person smile a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-8905705452906632641?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/8905705452906632641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=8905705452906632641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/8905705452906632641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/8905705452906632641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-should-keep-up-with-this-thing-better.html' title='I should keep up with this thing better'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-8056183802624027733</id><published>2007-12-08T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:41:18.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any input???</title><content type='html'>I am going to be meeting with two different grad schools this week about possibly attending there schools. Tuesday morning I meet with the Dean of the School of Education at Oklahoma State University--Tulsa about their Higher Education Masters degrees, one emphasizing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cirriculum&lt;/span&gt; in Student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Personell&lt;/span&gt; Services (working admin or staff positions) and the other a Masters in Education (teaching and lecturing). Wednesday afternoon I meet with the President, Dean of Law, and several distinguished alumni from the University of Tulsa to discuss a possibility of attending their Law school. My problem is not getting into either school because I have busted my ass to retain a 3.8 GPA as an undergrad, and my decision is not based off the cost of either school. Even though the University of Tulsa cost $25000 per semester regardless of how many classes I am taking. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dilema&lt;/span&gt; resolves with what I want to do for the rest of my life. I completely enjoy every minute I spend teaching, and working in the atmosphere of a higher education institute, but will I get burned out on it. One of my passions is the law, I love to research the law and help people that cannot afford a lawyer. In addition, whenever I read or research the law it does not leave my mind. It becomes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hinderance&lt;/span&gt; sometimes when I cannot get a certain statute or code off my mind. I have to work that statute or code until I have answered the questioned I started with. Sometimes I just have to pour a tall vodka and cranberry to help forget about it. The downfall I see myself in the most involves income. Working in higher education really starts to pay once a professor or staff member has reached tenure and that is a process that can take upwards of ten years. Working with a general law degree to help the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;misfortunate&lt;/span&gt; only looks like it will leave me extremely in debt. The next level of degree is already a part of the Dirty Berg life plan, but choosing the one that will leave me and my wife in a better spot financially than we are now is the key. Any outside opinions would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-8056183802624027733?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/8056183802624027733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=8056183802624027733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/8056183802624027733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/8056183802624027733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2007/12/any-input.html' title='Any input???'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-5356390084905297801</id><published>2007-11-30T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:06:07.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings you just don't see everyday</title><content type='html'>I was checking out a bunch old emails that I had cubbied away in some folder in another folder and ran across these pics and thought everyone could use a good laugh. They are definitely not things you see everyday.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DqCy1xVpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tNIj8BnR2HA/s1600-R/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138864508557678226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DqCy1xVpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3tlRcn3hnFA/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DqCy1xVqI/AAAAAAAAABY/MUPHlPm78dU/s1600-R/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138864508557678242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DqCy1xVqI/AAAAAAAAABY/MctGaTegj6E/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DpmC1xVoI/AAAAAAAAABI/MFEWtd8L-nc/s1600-R/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138864014636439170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DpmC1xVoI/AAAAAAAAABI/Csb3CPvwCvQ/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DrHi1xVrI/AAAAAAAAABg/S43bAAoa7GE/s1600-R/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138865689673684658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DrHi1xVrI/AAAAAAAAABg/IqdfyyzhOGk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DrHy1xVsI/AAAAAAAAABo/o3VKmgDmngg/s1600-R/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138865693968651970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DrHy1xVsI/AAAAAAAAABo/4zjE3_h_II0/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DrHy1xVtI/AAAAAAAAABw/P9Rr7v5MpuM/s1600-R/untitled12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138865693968651986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DrHy1xVtI/AAAAAAAAABw/IgOwZFckErQ/s320/untitled12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We see this last one quite often in the skies of Oklahoma, and it is usually the only warning we get. Hope you all got a kick out of these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-5356390084905297801?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/5356390084905297801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=5356390084905297801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/5356390084905297801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/5356390084905297801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2007/11/somethings-you-just-dont-see-everyday.html' title='Somethings you just don&apos;t see everyday'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/R1DqCy1xVpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3tlRcn3hnFA/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-1902753569231482363</id><published>2007-11-27T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:55:57.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out the pics</title><content type='html'>These pics are of all sorts of crap I have been involved with the last four years. There are some pics of Teresa, myself, our horses, dogs, house, and friends. They are not in that exact order but that order is pretty close to rank structure around here. Check out the pics at: &lt;a href="http://dirtyberg.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!67ABFB826A21A66D!190/"&gt;http://dirtyberg.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!67ABFB826A21A66D!190/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-1902753569231482363?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/1902753569231482363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=1902753569231482363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/1902753569231482363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/1902753569231482363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-out-pics.html' title='Check out the pics'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-2263537983552403386</id><published>2007-11-26T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:36:46.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True PIKE Challenge</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics of the trip I was honored by my fraternity to attend this past summer in Southern Utah. The trip was a BOSS (Boulder Outdoor Survival School) 7 day field course. Ten times tougher than bootcamp, ten thousand times more rewarding in the end. Go to the following link to view pictures: &lt;a href="http://dirtyberg.spaces.live.com/"&gt;http://dirtyberg.spaces.live.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-2263537983552403386?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/2263537983552403386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=2263537983552403386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/2263537983552403386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/2263537983552403386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2007/11/true-pike-challenge.html' title='True PIKE Challenge'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-1711879987222612774</id><published>2007-11-26T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:31:16.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own internet</title><content type='html'>Well I get started writing on this damn thing the other day only to find out that the State Trooper living across the road has secured his wireless router. So, I am left high and dry without any internet access. Damn him, doesn't he know I am just a poor ass college student. I did not realize how much I rely on this technology. For the past seven days I have not checked my email, Facebook, Myspace, or any of the other communicative tools I have been hornswaggled into using over the past several years. I literally had withdrawals from using the internet. I swear it is digital crack with milder detoxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.....I had all sorts of stuff I wanted to talk about on here but homework calls and the assignments are due fairly shortly. I do want to say hey to the family I have not seen or talked to in years. I wasn't being rude when ro replies were sent I was digitally stranded. Please forgive, and when I get this damn thing figured out I will be able to communicate better. I might even throw some pics up here, only if I can figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tata for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Berg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-1711879987222612774?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/1711879987222612774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=1711879987222612774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/1711879987222612774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/1711879987222612774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-own-internet.html' title='My own internet'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565916852321232785.post-2069024889882969362</id><published>2007-11-15T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T15:59:11.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Poppin my Bloggin' Cherry</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This is my first blog entry of any kind, ever. Now that is out of the way, I can move into introducing myself. My name is Dave Berglund (Dirty Berg) and I am turning 31 tomorrow. Holy Shit, where has time gone! Currently I am halfway through my senior year at one of the finest Regional Universities in the Midwest, Rogers State University, in the heart of beautiful Claremore, Oklahoma. I definitely found a diamond in a huge pile of shit. Actually there are many beautiful spots in Oklahoma but they are far too few and too far apart to really appreciate. There is no horizon, unless one gets real creative and get can get their eyes close enough to the ground while laying down. However, the sunsets are immaculate, but only when the skies are not covered with thunder storms and winds strong enough to move parked vehicles. I now know why so many country music stars are from Oklahoma, besides a little talent, they always have some crisis that hits close to home to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I mentioned earlier I found a diamond in a huge pile of shit, well I have to qualify that statement a little bit because there is far more to this little corner of Oklahoma than a university. I found my soulmate, the one person who has let me grow and mature the way I needed rather than how someone has told or suggested I should. My wife of almost four years, Teresa, (I don't know if she will read this ever, but I thought twice about giving her age) use your imagination and be nice. She more than deserves it, especially after having to put up with me for so long. Teresa is currently the Farm manager of the areas only Oldenberg and Hanavarian breeding facilities. If you don't know what that means, maybe I can get her to start one of these blogs and tell you all about it because I don't want to screw it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      As for myself, I am just about to finish my second to last semester of a four year journey of pursuing a Bachelor's Degree in Social Science. Actually the degree is an emphasis of psychology and sociology, and I have completed a minor in History. In May 2006, I recieved an Associates of Arts in Psychology with Cum Laude Honors. As it stands right now I am on track to achieve the same honors unless the President of the University gets the legislative measures we passed through our Student Government Association to change the Latin Honors Standards to those more cmpetitive with other four-year universities. All that really means for me is that if it changes soon then I can cruise next semester and just get my shit done and handed in, plus if I happen to put forth some effort next semester and pull another good set of grades I could manage to pull Magna Cum Laude Honors. And that could mean more scholarship opportunity for grad school.&lt;br /&gt;      Beyond the classroom I have taken a path of almost total involvement with student activities on campus. My freshman year I was elected President of a newly formed Student Activity Board, that eventually became a governing board for student events. I was selected to become a founding member of a Greek Fraternity, Pi Kappa Alpha, which has been one the most rewarding experiences I have ever been apart of. And from those two points I have literally hand my hand in over 90% of the student planned activities on our campus. The faculty/staff planned events were influenced about 40% by the Dirty Berg. I have even had my hand in the cookie jar so to speak, of the schools freshman orientation program and this year our first ever Homecoming. Go HillCats!!! Yeah!  Actually, our Men's Basketball team is outstanding, they have outscoed every opponent thus far by over 40 points each game. Too bad I am really not a basketball fan.&lt;br /&gt;      Well I think that is enough bullshit for now. So I guess this is how it works. I just writ a bunch of shit and hit submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dirty Berg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565916852321232785-2069024889882969362?l=dirtyberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/feeds/2069024889882969362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565916852321232785&amp;postID=2069024889882969362' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/2069024889882969362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565916852321232785/posts/default/2069024889882969362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtyberg.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-poppin-my-bloggin-cherry.html' title='Just Poppin my Bloggin&apos; Cherry'/><author><name>Dirty Berg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493152259130635131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSyvpZrAyq8/SLYdpUlGYSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GYpLVImdmok/S220/Dave+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
