<?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-607206648152626629</id><updated>2011-05-04T03:27:27.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>This is now a collection of my thoughts, reviews, and opinions. For an update on the Ostermiller family, please visit http://scott-jennie.blogspot.com.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-1897716455406782378</id><published>2011-02-21T16:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T08:08:28.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of Good Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img width="640" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/TWL8bJdESRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MxNhL89fQH4/img_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in an interesting predicament. I love food. I love the way it smells, tastes, and satisfies. Especially meat, bread, and candy-- basically anything and everything that's bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I love to eat, but I have a wonderful wife who is an excellent cook and loves to please her man with food. She never disappoints. Here is the link to her blog: &lt;a href="http://justlickinmyfingers.blogspot.com"&gt;http://justlickinmyfingers.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that eating can't be exercise enough that it would burn the calories you just took in? (I'm speaking rhetorically. I know why.) Wouldn't that be so much easier for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went a got fitted for a suit, and had my eyes opened a bit. I was a size larger than what I "knew" as my size. Why must life taunt me so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my plan. I'm going to be working on this (among other things) this summer. I can't wait to be out of school to be able to spend more time not only with my family, but more active time withy family being healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be around to enjoy my kids' childhood. I want to be around for a long time to enjoy my grandchildren. When I have great-grandchildren, I want to be healthy enough to be involved in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you balance health and enjoyment of food? (Not rhetorical. I'm actually looking for your responses.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-1897716455406782378?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1897716455406782378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=1897716455406782378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/1897716455406782378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/1897716455406782378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2011/02/curse-of-good-cooking_21.html' title='The Curse of Good Cooking'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/TWL8bJdESRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MxNhL89fQH4/s72-c/img_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-4761612886051233891</id><published>2011-02-20T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:26:06.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Parenthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;img width='640' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/TWFOqzdMMDI/AAAAAAAAAss/U7GeAw7uAJE/img.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to me to be a parent. Not just a daddy (although it's my favorite job to date), but a parent - a father.&lt;br /&gt;On the more temporal side, it means another mouth to feed, tiny hand prints on my ever-so-precious TV, and another source of premature grey hair (yes, I do have hair left to turn grey).&lt;br /&gt;It also means having a little someone whose hugs seem to melt away my roughest days. It means a tiny-handed play buddy. It means an added responsibility and a person who is very easy to leave an impression on. That's a lot of pressure. And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;It's a terrible cliche that you'll learn more from your kids than they learn from you, But the thing about cliches is that they're usually right. In the near two years that I've been a father, I've learned a great deal about myself. I've also come to more fully understand what love really is. I'm speaking of the love that God has for us. I truly believe that you can't understand the true meaning of love until you've become a parent.&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise to me that the purpose of this life is to learn from having a family. Doing so has helped me grow and expand my capacities more than I could have imagined. Having a little boy at home who thinks the world of me as his daddy has pushed me to become better; to become the man he can be proud to claim as his father. &lt;br /&gt;Growing up I had an amazing example of what a father really was. Someone to hold you when you're scared. Someone who does everything in his power to provide enough for you to have a happy life and to teach you how to be happy with what you're given. He's also someone who loved me enough to censure me when I needed it. For that I'll always be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a strong believer that the Lord doesn't send us here to DO anything. He sends us here to BECOME something. I'm a daddy, but I'm becoming a father. Hopefully I make more forward progress than backward on a daily basis. Luckily I've got a wonderful little boy to keep me on the right track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scott Ostermiller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.   What does it mean to you to be a parent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-4761612886051233891?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/4761612886051233891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=4761612886051233891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/4761612886051233891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/4761612886051233891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflections-on-parenthood.html' title='Reflections on Parenthood'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/TWFOqzdMMDI/AAAAAAAAAss/U7GeAw7uAJE/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-6957598298755262793</id><published>2009-03-11T09:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:43:55.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I wouldn't Recommend</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been quite interesting, and less than "peaceful." Mid-terms were somewhat uneventful. I didn't do as well that I thought I'd do, but I can't really complain. As long as I'm doing better than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of things I wouldn't recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't recommend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Leaving your homework until the weekend and playing guitar hero or watching movies instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Working 30+ hours/wk and taking 15 credits at the same time with four three credit classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) While going to school full time and working 30+hrs/wk, working a late shift (like, I don't know, 4-10 pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Once done with that late shift, meeting with a brass quintet to rehearse on Wednesday nights until at least 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Losing heat in your water heater (cold showers on February mornings are not fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Driving down to Utah on a Friday night, but not leaving until 11 pm. (You won't get there until at least 2 am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sitting in a place during a concert where you can not only not see your wife, but are surrounded by idiots who can't keep quiet during a classical concert. (Uncultured Swine!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) After driving until 2 am, staying up until 3 am chatting and then getting up again at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Telling your 8 1/2 month pregnant wife that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're &lt;/span&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, number 1 thing I would not recommend doing:..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Staying up until 4 am after working six hours hardly getting any sleep the night before, and working to catch up on Accounting, Economics, and world religions homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-6957598298755262793?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/6957598298755262793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=6957598298755262793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/6957598298755262793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/6957598298755262793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-wouldnt-recommend.html' title='Things I wouldn&apos;t Recommend'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-601876772877659004</id><published>2009-01-25T10:45:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:40:26.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Activity</title><content type='html'>Nothing much has really been going on around here. We finally got some new snow, and it's been snowing for the last couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Mike and I did get to go play a gig this weekend in Jackson Hole at the Elk's Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a great band, but it was a fun gig. And, we got paid 100 bucks each for playing. We'll probably be doing another one near the end of February.&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/sv?cbp=,,,,&amp;amp;cbll=43.47960901,-110.76617167&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;panoid=Q8AYdyjnNPIUHQ6-ioECsA&amp;amp;gl=&amp;amp;hl=" frameborder="0" height="240" scrolling="no" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a id="cbembedlink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?cbp=,,,,&amp;amp;cbll=43.47960901,-110.76617167&amp;amp;ll=43.47960901,-110.76617167&amp;amp;layer=c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday, Jennie and I got to go to one of our favorite restaurants, Red Robin. I tried their Blue Ribbon burger,  and it was amazing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/SXywWANSzRI/AAAAAAAAARI/CQGrcHyQS3I/s1600-h/2439692267_db0a278627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/SXywWANSzRI/AAAAAAAAARI/CQGrcHyQS3I/s200/2439692267_db0a278627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295301153940229394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A marinated beef patty with a steak sauce, chipotle mayonnaise, onion straws, and crumbled bleu cheese. How's that get your taste buds going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours in Idaho Falls, we finally got to do what I wanted to do and, lame as it sounds, go get some new fish for my aquarium. I got a flame dwarf gourami,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/SXyxIsVF92I/AAAAAAAAARY/wYX0IrlEqZw/s1600-h/p-39323-gourami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/SXyxIsVF92I/AAAAAAAAARY/wYX0IrlEqZw/s200/p-39323-gourami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295302024777561954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/SXywyhbCujI/AAAAAAAAARQ/t2pYQLuUDRk/s1600-h/p-89812-gourami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/SXywyhbCujI/AAAAAAAAARQ/t2pYQLuUDRk/s200/p-89812-gourami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295301643892603442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a neon blue dwarf gourami, and some Dalmation mollies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/SXyxmoKldpI/AAAAAAAAARg/twpmKZTV_L0/s1600-h/p-89834-molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/SXyxmoKldpI/AAAAAAAAARg/twpmKZTV_L0/s200/p-89834-molly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295302539055822482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, two of the mollies have already died. I'm not really sure why. There shouldn't have been anything wrong with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-601876772877659004?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/601876772877659004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=601876772877659004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/601876772877659004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/601876772877659004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2009/01/recent-activity.html' title='Recent Activity'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/SXywWANSzRI/AAAAAAAAARI/CQGrcHyQS3I/s72-c/2439692267_db0a278627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-7907987701930194732</id><published>2009-01-14T07:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:11:06.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting Woes</title><content type='html'>Assets = Liabilities + Stockholders' Equity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "basic" accountant's equation. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who, besides CPAs actually understand this crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an Accounting 201 class right now and it's probably going to kill me. While I'm actually in the classroom, I enjoy learning about it. But the homework is probably going to be my final demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I can keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my goal for this semester is to come away with a 4.0 and having worked 30+ hours every week. I'm enrolled in 15 credits, 1 of which is a raquetball class at 7:45 am. Probably not the smartest choice on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one thing that will benefit from this semester is that I'll really push myself to my max and see how far I can stretch. I'm going to have to use my "spare" time on Saturdays get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahead&lt;/span&gt; in my classes so I don't get behind during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-7907987701930194732?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/7907987701930194732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=7907987701930194732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/7907987701930194732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/7907987701930194732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2009/01/accounting-woes.html' title='Accounting Woes'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-8177257078156739819</id><published>2007-08-08T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:45.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boring But Recently More Intersting Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that so much time has passed by over the summer. I blame it mostly on the fact that the daily grind gets so monotonous that you lose track of time in the norm of things. I find that I've learned a lot over the past few months about myself, about others, and about hidden talents that I didn't know I had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are reading this blog, you probably know me well enough to know that I've been working construction for the summer. There's a lot included in that. I've done everything from drilling pilot holes for structural beam studs and laying down storm drain pipe to compacting raw earth for road base and grouting out manholes. Needless to say that this summer has been surprisingly varied as I'm not usually doing the same thing every day. The actual title of my job is a "pipe-layer." That means I spend most of my days in a trench with a shovel and a 4' level installing pipe for drain systems. I'm on the excavation crew for Hogan Construction. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp3xWeAOZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/afhFykpZNAI/s1600-h/0724071023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096517618051856786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp3xWeAOZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/afhFykpZNAI/s200/0724071023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I get to drive a front-loader a lot. It's pretty fun. At least it gets me into an air-conditioned cab of a vehicle instead of slaving away in the hot sun. One plus side, though.....I have an &lt;u&gt;amazing&lt;/u&gt; farmer tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most recently, I've had to drive an hour south to get to an area called Eagle Mountain (west of Saratoga Springs) at 5:00 am!! Yeah. I get pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend was amazing to say the least. Probably the best this whole summer. My wonderful girlfriend, Jennie came for a visit. Not only was it a great excuse to get three days of work off, but I love having her here. I think having her here far out-weighed the off-time from work. We had a great trip to Bear Lake with the singles branch where we got ripped to shreds on the tubes and also got her a ride on the jet skis. Great time.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp5ymeAOaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dAK0T_w-NUQ/s1600-h/IMGP3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096519838549948834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp5ymeAOaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dAK0T_w-NUQ/s200/IMGP3637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (You can see a little bit of that farmer tan referred to earlier.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the trip to Bear Lake&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp6rGeAObI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SyMvH9f-Mgs/s1600-h/IMGP3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096520809212557746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp6rGeAObI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SyMvH9f-Mgs/s200/IMGP3644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where we all got very very tired, Jennie and I hurried home to get ready for a dinner-double-date with my parents. We spent the night eating at the Roof Restaurant at the top of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. The food was incredible, as was the view and the company (of course, I'm not biased). We ended the evening with a wonderful walk out on the terrace at Temple Square and even got to take some pictures out in front of the temple by the reflection pool. Unfortunately, the young man using the camera didn't get it quite right. But I'm not that picky.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp8R2eAOcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/czMv0YK2-GM/s1600-h/IMGP3647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096522574444116418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp8R2eAOcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/czMv0YK2-GM/s200/IMGP3647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as if the weekend couldn't get any better, I got to celebrate my sweetheart's birthday with her. Yep, it's official. I'm no longer dating a teenager. Jennie hit the big 2-0 this weekend and did it very gracefully. We had a great evening with all the family together. We played games, had cake and ice cream, and even sang a great&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp94meAOdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4bqsQRWIwSw/s1600-h/IMGP3649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096524339675675090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp94meAOdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4bqsQRWIwSw/s200/IMGP3649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rendition of that Ostermiller classic version of the Birthday Song.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, early early the next morning I had to say goodbye on my way to work.  I loved having her here with me.  Just to set the bill straight, there are no plans of a wedding.  Jennie and I just don't know yet what's going to happen but we're enjoying the time we have together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's a not-so-brief update on what's gone on in my life this summer.  Lots of fun.  Lots of good things happening to me that I probably don't deserve, but I'm greatful for them anyway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all!  To my friends, I'll see you all in a month back up at school.&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/607206648152626629-8177257078156739819?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/8177257078156739819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=8177257078156739819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/8177257078156739819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/8177257078156739819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-boring-but-recently-more-intersting.html' title='My Boring But Recently More Intersting Summer'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rrp3xWeAOZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/afhFykpZNAI/s72-c/0724071023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-4907353412450559634</id><published>2007-06-24T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:45.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rn8tITt3eqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Xm-HBnmiDOw/s1600-h/IMG_2400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079828525452065442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rn8tITt3eqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Xm-HBnmiDOw/s200/IMG_2400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, everybody. Man, I totally suck at this keeping everybody updated thing. But in all honesty, I've had a pretty stinking good excuse. I'm busy out my ears with work, and I've been on vacation for the past week. I'll try and get some pictures up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some bigger news is last week I got to go to Wisconsin to visit Jennie, and we had a blast.  It was so fun to get to meet her family and spend some good time together.  I think her dad might be starting to like me.  I know her mom does.  We went to her brother's house Sunday night where I made dinner.  They're all great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night last my family and I returned from Nauvoo and I'm totally not looking forward to going to work tomorrow.  I guess it's back to the grind for me.  There's no way around it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-4907353412450559634?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/4907353412450559634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=4907353412450559634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/4907353412450559634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/4907353412450559634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/06/updated-update.html' title='Updated update'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rn8tITt3eqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Xm-HBnmiDOw/s72-c/IMG_2400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-1565363793180506968</id><published>2007-05-09T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:01:28.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday?</title><content type='html'>First of all, thank you, everybody for your happy wishes on the 22nd May 9th of my life.  (I guess 23rd if you count the actual day I was born.)&lt;br /&gt;Today, for my birthday, I got a big old welcome to the adult world, where, even though it's your birthday, you still have to go to work, and your boss doesn't really care what day it is. On top of that, I got to spend 8 hours today pulling apart mouldings for concrete forms at the construction site. Sounds fun, demolition, desctruction, that type of stuff. Well, it wasn't. I had to pull boards away from solidified concrete using nothing but a couple hammers, my lineman pliers, a chisel and an electric drill to undo the screws that held together some of the boards. All in all, I ended up over-exerting myself, and now I feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the lesson to be learned here is that when you're an adult, the only difference between your birthday and any other day, is that you're officially one year older, you're friends make an extra effort to call you (which is very nice), and you get to eat some cake at the end of the day that has been topped with candle wax due to the fact that it took so long to light them that the first ones were half-way melted by the time they got to the last ones.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really don't mean to make my birthday sound like it sucked. It really was okay. I'm just really tired and feel like sleeping right now. What would make my birthday even better is if the Jazz would win tonight just for me. Here's hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-1565363793180506968?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1565363793180506968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=1565363793180506968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/1565363793180506968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/1565363793180506968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday?'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-2519175484948745266</id><published>2007-05-02T20:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:45.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to Moana!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RjlJMyGRvVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TYSTploCM58/s1600-h/IMGP3397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060156140282821970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RjlJMyGRvVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TYSTploCM58/s200/IMGP3397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, it was fun while it lasted, but I'm sad to say that I've seen the last of Moana. She was a great little SUV, but all great things must come to an end. I don't know when her end will be, but I probably won't see it.&lt;br /&gt;We initially decided to sell her when I was contemplating going down to Texas to sell pest control this summer, and take my Dad's Pontiac Aztek as a replacement to get me down there. While I decided to stay home, we still felt in favor of selling my dear friend. So, we did.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the temple this afternoon, and as I was driving back on the freeway, a man driving a Buick Rendevous rolled down his window, and asked me how much for my car. I'd only had the "For Sale" signs in my windows for a couple days. I told him how much and he signalled for me to full over to the side of the road. I did. He took a look around the car, and asked if he could test drive it. We fulled off the highway into a grocery store parking lot, and he and I took it for a spin. When we finished, he asked if I could meet him there at 6:30 to sell it. Done deal. I got $1,200 for it, and was content.&lt;br /&gt;So, now, we're waiting to sell my Dad's Aztek, so I can get some money to put a down payment on a car. Hopefully, I'll be looking at a newer Pathfinder a lot like the one I already had. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sad to see her go, but the big wad of cash in my pocket is making me feel a whole lot better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-2519175484948745266?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/2519175484948745266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=2519175484948745266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/2519175484948745266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/2519175484948745266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-to-moana.html' title='Goodbye to Moana!!!'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RjlJMyGRvVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TYSTploCM58/s72-c/IMGP3397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-1343607468955671745</id><published>2007-04-28T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:46.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile con Carne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RjQPkiGRvTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RkfasF8q_FU/s1600-h/IMGP3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058685401746750770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RjQPkiGRvTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RkfasF8q_FU/s200/IMGP3213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RjQDXiGRvSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BUj6XfRu8us/s1600-h/IMGP3218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058671984268918050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RjQDXiGRvSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BUj6XfRu8us/s200/IMGP3218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything, but I had a good excuse. I was in Chile!!!!!!! The trip was so fun! What an amazing experience it was to be out there and playing for people we didn't even know and probably will never meet again, but still felt a connection with through music and through the gospel. There were far too many experiences to write all of them down. But there are a few that I can try to describe through pictures. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059432708876385602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rja3PiGRvUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GOKNZwmX71o/s200/IMGP3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One in particular was while we were in the City of Concepcion. One night we were scheduled to play two full concerts in a row. One at 7:00 and one at 9:30. Of course, this drew some complaints from most of the performers, especially the brass players because two concerts in one night is really hard to do. Little did we know that the next day, we'd be visiting a hospital that the proceeds of the concerts were to benefit. We joined the kids in painting some murals, and in return, they painted hand prints and signatures on one of the posters for our concert. We'll have that for memorobelia.  It really was a neat experience that I won't soon forget.  Overall, the trip was well worth the effort and the time required.&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/607206648152626629-1343607468955671745?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1343607468955671745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=1343607468955671745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/1343607468955671745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/1343607468955671745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/04/chile-con-carne.html' title='Chile con Carne'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RjQPkiGRvTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RkfasF8q_FU/s72-c/IMGP3213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-5321442419867902809</id><published>2007-03-19T07:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:46.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Part of My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rf6LPecrFiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DEpBGC-WE6A/s1600-h/IMGP3170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rf6LPecrFiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DEpBGC-WE6A/s320/IMGP3170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043621730689160738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, everybody.  Here she is.  This is my girlfriend Jennie.  She's from Wisconsin and is a music major.  She plays the violin in the Symphony Orchestra with me, and that's how we met.  I first noticed her when we were both playing in the pit orchestra for "Crazy for You" earlier in the semester.  She has a brilliant smile that lights up a room and melts my heart.  On the bus ride back from Portland, I finally worked up the guts to go to the back of the bus where she was sitting and take up the empty seat that was next to her.   We started talking, and I haven't been the same since.  We simply have a blast when we're together and laugh a lot.  It's just too bad there's only a couple weeks left in the semester.  But we're planning on keeping in close touch over the summer and picking things back up in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I thought I'd let you all know what's going on in my life.  I'm happy, healthy, a little on the heavy side, and dating a wonderful, beautiful girl who makes me smile every day.  It doesn't get much better than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-5321442419867902809?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/5321442419867902809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=5321442419867902809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/5321442419867902809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/5321442419867902809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/03/best-part-of-my-day.html' title='The Best Part of My Day'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rf6LPecrFiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DEpBGC-WE6A/s72-c/IMGP3170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-1018345568633045922</id><published>2007-03-18T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:47.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rf356ecrFfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ws9Ob-x7N_M/s1600-h/IMGP3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rf356ecrFfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ws9Ob-x7N_M/s320/IMGP3156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043461940725880306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the long-awaited pictures from Portland that I promised to everybody.  Sorry I'm such a sloth and haven't done it yet, but if you knew my schedule, you'd totally understand.  I'll do better this summer, though.&lt;br /&gt;This first picture was from the China-town area.  I found this really cool archway right at the beginning of it.  The characters on the archway say "Four seas, one Family."&lt;br /&gt;The second picture, sorry&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rf38q-crFgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U4DnaWXrCtM/s1600-h/IMGP3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rf38q-crFgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U4DnaWXrCtM/s320/IMGP3160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043464972972791298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that it's lop-sided, was taken in front of a Chinese garden.&lt;br /&gt;The Lady who took the picture didn't really know how to work a digital camera very well.  From left to right; Me, James (cello), Adam (tuba), Piers (String Bass), Hannah (Timpani), and Jesse (French Horn).&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time out on the town and got to eat s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rf39uecrFhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wOx20WNEMJU/s1600-h/IMGP3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rf39uecrFhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wOx20WNEMJU/s320/IMGP3163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043466132613961234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ome great Chinese food.  We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't actually go inside the gardens, but I sneaked a picture from outside.  I wish we could have had time to go in.  But also, it would have cost us each 7 bucks.  Not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while on the trip, I had opportunity to meet somebody very special.  See the next entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-1018345568633045922?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1018345568633045922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=1018345568633045922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/1018345568633045922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/1018345568633045922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/03/road-trip-pics.html' title='Road Trip Pics'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/Rf356ecrFfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ws9Ob-x7N_M/s72-c/IMGP3156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-438689844772616489</id><published>2007-02-15T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T14:15:32.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm actually really excited to be leaving Rexburg this weekend.  I'll be going to Portland for a performance with the symphony orchestra at a Music Educators National Conference.  I'm not to excited about the 12-14 hour bus rides for two days out of three, but I'm excited to go to the China Town in Portland just in time for Chinese New Year.  It's going to be a great chance to get some authentic Chinese food and enjoy the culture again.  I'll also get chances to speak with people who actually speak the language and speak it well.  Who knows, maybe I'll get to see a lion dance. &lt;br /&gt;I just need to make sure that all my stuff is well charged up for the trip.  Wish me well.  I'll have pictures when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTA (Love to all),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Scott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-438689844772616489?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/438689844772616489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=438689844772616489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/438689844772616489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/438689844772616489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/02/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!!!!!!'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-1996557480654090578</id><published>2007-02-14T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:17:42.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD #6</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am, sitting bored at my computer while everybody is going about their plans for Valentine's Day.  I lovingly refer to this date as Singles-Awareness Day.  This makes #6 in a row.  At least I have something to do tonight.  It's not as bad as my #4 when Michael and I helped out with Scholarship auditions from 8am to 9pm and then go home to make some spaghetti and watch Red Green.  Tonight I have a performance of Crazy For You that I'm having to play for.  I'm getting to the point with the show that I can tell when the actors are making mistakes.  I almost have the script memorized just as well as they do.  Truly sad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today kind of sucks, but thank goodness it's only one day long.  Things will get better.  Or at least I hope they will.  All I need is time.  Time is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody's doing well and had a better "Lover's Day" (a direct translation from Chinese) than I am.  Love to all.  Happy Heart Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Scott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-1996557480654090578?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1996557480654090578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=1996557480654090578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/1996557480654090578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/1996557480654090578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/02/sad-6.html' title='SAD #6'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-7911070080462940149</id><published>2007-01-07T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:47.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Gussied Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RaHfRcjlv8I/AAAAAAAAACA/bSXADEFmDEg/s1600-h/IMGP3121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017536950683680706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RaHfRcjlv8I/AAAAAAAAACA/bSXADEFmDEg/s320/IMGP3121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Mike all dressed up and ready to go snowboarding on Saturday night.  Sadly, I couldn't go with him due to the fact that my friend, whom you met in the above entry, Wendy, was very sick and needed me to be there.  I didn't mind being with her, but I was kind of sad that I missed out on snowboarding.  From what I understand, Mike did great, and found out that he rides goofy.  I look forward to going with him next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017537624993546194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RaHf4sjlv9I/AAAAAAAAACI/kpJegDrd_40/s320/IMGP3122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-7911070080462940149?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/7911070080462940149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=7911070080462940149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/7911070080462940149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/7911070080462940149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-gussied-up.html' title='All Gussied Up'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RaHfRcjlv8I/AAAAAAAAACA/bSXADEFmDEg/s72-c/IMGP3121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-5258983961359569950</id><published>2007-01-07T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:47.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesser of Three Weebles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RaHcgcjlv6I/AAAAAAAAABo/yrrz860IUWc/s1600-h/IMGP3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017533909846835106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RaHcgcjlv6I/AAAAAAAAABo/yrrz860IUWc/s320/IMGP3119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I suppose this picture needs a little bit of explaination. You see, Mike used to do this thing when he was little that he called "the Weeble." Basically, he becomes this creature that folds his legs up inside his shirt, pounces around on his toes and hands, and attacks people's shoes. It's really quite funny when you see it, but unless you know Mike, you might be a little weirded out by it. Anyway, we all got a little hyper the other night after watching Bill Cosby, and Mike made the transformation. It wasn't long before David and I had gotten our hoodies and followed suit. It's a lot harder than it appears to be. My calves are still sore from it. In our insanity, we decided to leap from the couch simultaneously &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RaHd0cjlv7I/AAAAAAAAABw/fhgsYOqyst8/s1600-h/IMGP3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017535352955846578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RaHd0cjlv7I/AAAAAAAAABw/fhgsYOqyst8/s320/IMGP3120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and take a picture of it. Sadly, the timing didn't quite work out, and I almost killed myself jumping off.   My knees came up into my chest and it didn't feel too good.  But the important thing is I'm alive, and had some fun in the process.  I promise from here on out to leave the "weebling" to Mike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-5258983961359569950?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/5258983961359569950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=5258983961359569950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/5258983961359569950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/5258983961359569950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2007/01/lesser-of-three-weebles.html' title='The Lesser of Three Weebles'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RaHcgcjlv6I/AAAAAAAAABo/yrrz860IUWc/s72-c/IMGP3119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-5714469078011128926</id><published>2007-01-01T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:47.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZi0E6TdJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/a52ndCIQIGU/s1600-h/IMGP3114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZi0E6TdJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/a52ndCIQIGU/s320/IMGP3114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014956181540382002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZiziqTdJSI/AAAAAAAAABI/7zXcVRG8ypg/s1600-h/IMGP3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZiziqTdJSI/AAAAAAAAABI/7zXcVRG8ypg/s320/IMGP3115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014955593129862434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, everybody!!!  This one's gonna be great!  Mike and I celebrated by using these little confetti guns that we got at the dollar store.  We made a royal mess.   I hope this new year is as wonderful and productive for all of you as it was for me.  Best wishes for 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-5714469078011128926?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/5714469078011128926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=5714469078011128926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/5714469078011128926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/5714469078011128926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZi0E6TdJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/a52ndCIQIGU/s72-c/IMGP3114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-5454933117430194802</id><published>2006-12-31T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:48.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Spitless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZh26qTdJQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-h8dQOA4Ad4/s1600-h/IMGP3112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZh26qTdJQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-h8dQOA4Ad4/s320/IMGP3112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014888935237428482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at me!!!!  I'm so stinking bored that I'm walking around my apartment with my Mad Bomber hat on just waiting for something to happen.  Nothing ever happens up here.  We tried to go to the youth fireside, but the Hart building was closed up, and we couldn't get in.  We ended up just coming back to the house and listening to it over the internet.  It was really good and everything, but I'm still going nuts with boredom.  I can't survive like this much longer.  BTW Do you like my hat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-5454933117430194802?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/5454933117430194802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=5454933117430194802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/5454933117430194802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/5454933117430194802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored-spitless.html' title='Bored Spitless'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZh26qTdJQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-h8dQOA4Ad4/s72-c/IMGP3112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-833952218816061674</id><published>2006-12-31T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T14:49:33.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Here's to one of those days where you just don't know what to do with yourself.  This morning I went to church at 9 am, which is a far cry from what I'm used to- 1 pm.  So, I'm left with a lot more time with which I have nothing to do on this day of days.  Sure it's New Year's Eve.  But I'm in Rexburg.  Like there's anything for me to do tonight except sit around on my caboose and watch movies or read.  There's a CES fireside tonight at about 6:00 that I'm going to go to, but after that, who knows what I'll be doing.  Jeff is leaving in a little while to go down to IF to meet his girlfriend and stay over at her brother's place.  Mike and I will have little to do but run around the parking lot shooting confetti guns at each other at the stroke of Midnight.  While that will be fun, I'm not sure what else to do with my boring life for the next few days until school starts.  For those of you who are away with your families right now, be grateful.  Rexburg is a ghost town over a semester break. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, best wishes to all.  Happy New Year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-833952218816061674?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/833952218816061674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=833952218816061674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/833952218816061674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/833952218816061674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Another Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-7274784378975359218</id><published>2006-12-30T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:48.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZbKJ6TdJPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ECt2aRVXlsE/s1600-h/My+Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014417506742117618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZbKJ6TdJPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ECt2aRVXlsE/s320/My+Family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say on this one.  My family had some pictures taken.  It's actually really nice.  This shot doesn't do it justice.  It's a picture of a picture.  The bright spot over my head isn't a heavenly pillar.  It's the light from my room refracting of the print while I took a picture of it.  But, the picture's here anyway.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-7274784378975359218?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/7274784378975359218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=7274784378975359218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/7274784378975359218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/7274784378975359218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2006/12/family-picture.html' title='Family Picture'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZbKJ6TdJPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ECt2aRVXlsE/s72-c/My+Family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-4627432665950057583</id><published>2006-12-30T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:48.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beard Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZbIMaTdJOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TrkjR6uC2zk/s1600-h/Beard+Contest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014415350668535010" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZbIMaTdJOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TrkjR6uC2zk/s320/Beard+Contest.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My roommates, Michael, Jeff and I had a contest this past week of the break to see who could grow the best goatee. We decided that there wasn't a great way to compare. Jeff's was the longest (because he had a 2 week head start). Mike's was the thickest (the man is a beast). And I had the most solid color. In my very humble opinion, I had the best one, but that's not for me to decide. I think I held it the best, though. Just another thing for us to do when we're bored in Rexburg. You be the judge. Who won?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZh5JqTdJRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ybggJ52xOKk/s1600-h/IMGP3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZh5JqTdJRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ybggJ52xOKk/s320/IMGP3111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014891391958721810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look! We got Mike's goatee on here.  It was pretty impressive for only a few days.  The other picture wasn't very good because he hadn't shaved his whole face. &lt;br /&gt;Pretty good, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-4627432665950057583?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/4627432665950057583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=4627432665950057583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/4627432665950057583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/4627432665950057583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-roommates-michael-jeff-and-i-had.html' title='Beard Contest'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZbIMaTdJOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TrkjR6uC2zk/s72-c/Beard+Contest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607206648152626629.post-5295631043886825408</id><published>2006-12-30T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:49.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth of the Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZbEYKTdJNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jE6EKf0dYwA/s1600-h/CoolScott.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014411154485486802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZbEYKTdJNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jE6EKf0dYwA/s320/CoolScott.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!!!! I have a blog now. This will mostly be used to help everybody keep up with my life. As fast-paced and exciting as it is (or I wish it was), I'll do my best to keep everything up to date and not bore everybody to death.   Hopefully the things on here will also be interesting to everybody.  It doesn't always work out that way, but we can always hope, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fave fun reading up on my life. &lt;br /&gt;This past week or so has been great.  I got to go back home for Christmas and I really enjoyed the time away from Rexburg.  Unfortunately, the time was all to short and I have to come back up north for work.  My favorite time of the month...the last three days.  Right.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I have my two roommates to keep me company and keep things somewhat interesting around here.  Mostly we just hang out and watch movies for the next few days because there's NOBODY in town.  We just have to hold out for another few days and then people will start showing up.  Thank goodness.  Rexburg is kinda boring with 15,000 students here.  Imagine what it's like when 99% of them are gone.  Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to all.  And those of you who are coming back to Rexburg, COME BACK QUICK!!!  I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/607206648152626629-5295631043886825408?l=scottie-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/5295631043886825408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=607206648152626629&amp;postID=5295631043886825408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/5295631043886825408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/607206648152626629/posts/default/5295631043886825408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie-dog.blogspot.com/2006/12/birth-of-cool.html' title='Birth of the Cool'/><author><name>Scott Ostermiller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLVfvDpORdA/RZbEYKTdJNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jE6EKf0dYwA/s72-c/CoolScott.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
