<?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-5052774483296153139</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:52:51.854-07:00</updated><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Garrett/Porter</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen. I’m telling you, amazing things will happen." Conan O'Brien</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-6996381962208161148</id><published>2010-10-17T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:04:23.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country</title><content type='html'>Because I am in a good mood right now, I will tell you about cross country. Yes, it is not the most enjoyable sport I have played (according to me), and sometimes it is hard and boring, but all -in-all I have fun doing cross sountry. I never thought I would, but I acctually am starting to like cross country. I have made some friends, I have gotten into shape, and I have had fun. I was forced into this sport, but sometimes I am glad that I was. My best time is so far is 23:43 for three miles. This may not seem so amazing, but to me that is awesome. That is a little less than eight minutes a mile. My best time for two miles is 14:21, which is 7:10 per mile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6996381962208161148?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6996381962208161148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6996381962208161148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6996381962208161148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6996381962208161148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/10/cross-country.html' title='Cross Country'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-5707470984945064435</id><published>2010-10-03T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:33:13.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I have changed</title><content type='html'>Ok people, I am only on Facebook cause no one will talk to me on here, but I will continue to post here occasionilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-5707470984945064435?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5707470984945064435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=5707470984945064435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5707470984945064435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5707470984945064435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-i-have-changed.html' title='Yes, I have changed'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-4461708751761133588</id><published>2010-09-22T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:26:41.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!! HELP!!!!! FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD PLEASE HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, well I was supposed to sell these things for basketball, my favorite sport by the way, and i realy could use your guys's help....or money.....just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well&amp;nbsp; I am sure you all have heard of Outback Steak House. You know... the house...with the steaks.... Well in order for the basketball team to get shooting shoes, pay for tournaments, and pay for&amp;nbsp;summer league we have to sell meal tickets for Outback Steak House. Each meal comes with BOTH a steak AND a chicken, delecious garlic mashers, a tasty salad, and a scrumptious roll. All of that and only for 15 dollars! I could really use all your help! And, you don't even have to go into the restraunt,&amp;nbsp; wait for a table, and then wait for the food. The meals waill be picked up hot and ready in the drive thru line at the back of the building. You can pick it up from the hour you are assignedto on Monday October 4, 2010 nfrom 3:45 to 7:30 pm at Outback steakhouse. IF you live close to me my momma will pick up the meal and bring it for you, but&amp;nbsp;I would really prefer that&amp;nbsp;you pick it up yourself.&amp;nbsp;I will accept cash or checks. I could really use any advantsge I can get to make this team. I really hope you can help. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks again post if you want one! Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-4461708751761133588?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/4461708751761133588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=4461708751761133588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4461708751761133588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4461708751761133588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/09/help-help-for-all-that-is-good-please.html' title='HELP!!! HELP!!!!! FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD PLEASE HELP!!!'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-5401049310289576326</id><published>2010-07-11T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:37:45.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man I've Got Celebs Reading My Blog...</title><content type='html'>GEORGE THE GIANT COMMENTED DO YEAH IN YOUR FACE PEOPLE THAT HAVEN'T EVER TALKED TO HIM!! HAHAHA!!! Wait.... a lot of people have talked to him.. oh well. HE'S STILL COOL SO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Next on the list: CJ Dippa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-5401049310289576326?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5401049310289576326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=5401049310289576326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5401049310289576326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5401049310289576326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/07/man-ive-got-celebs-reading-my-blog.html' title='Man I&apos;ve Got Celebs Reading My Blog...'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-2319862423228512667</id><published>2010-06-27T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:50:45.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear America,</title><content type='html'>What is up! I have noticed that my popularity has been growing...somewhat. Wow. What a life I have. The ever cute little Bean kids have moved away, and in memory of my favorite one, I got a haircut that makes me look like him. And he is two years old so..... Anyway, I have not been impressed with the "talent" on America's got talent. Maybe we are not as talented as we think we are. After all, we are basing TV shows on foreign ones... I guess we lost the Good TV Making talent, because the Office isn't funny anymore. It will end this next season. It will. Anyway, I don't know what is up with those Darwinists, because they are freaky (and they remind me of Satan). I just watched Expelled on Netflix via my Wii (technology these days) and they are all talking about how evolution created the world blah blah blah. It is all about Intelligent Design, which means a higher being organized matter, not some fluke big bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Go! Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-2319862423228512667?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2319862423228512667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=2319862423228512667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2319862423228512667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2319862423228512667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-america.html' title='Dear America,'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-5715454872867928145</id><published>2010-06-17T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:11:17.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU CAN'T BEAT L.A., BOSTON!!</title><content type='html'>THE LAKERS ARE VICTORIOUS ONCE AGAIN!!! I am pretty sure Paul Pierce is crying to his momma right now. Beat LA? In your dreams Celtics fans. Oh, and by the way, Paul Pierce, you stink. I hate that guy. And to Chase, the annoying Celtics fan in Tech, Taylor knows him, and to all the fans of the Celtics (why would you be one) IN YOUR FACE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-5715454872867928145?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5715454872867928145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=5715454872867928145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5715454872867928145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5715454872867928145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-cant-beat-la-boston.html' title='YOU CAN&apos;T BEAT L.A., BOSTON!!'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-2315223438657543088</id><published>2010-06-15T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:28:47.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer...I Love You!</title><content type='html'>Summer:The Best Season. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Wassup&lt;/span&gt; World? I am back (for about the fifth time) and loving the blogs. I&amp;nbsp; plan on making people's day everyday. Anyway, I am kind of stumped on being witty right now, so I am just going to tell you what has been happening. School ended, and middle school ended too. Graduation was just boring. The people standing behind me were pretty much the most &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;oying&lt;/span&gt; people I have ever met. They had no idea how to act in public, and they were also... I am not going to say anything about that.....Went to Red &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Lobtser&lt;/span&gt;.... yeah. Lately, because of summer, TV is my life. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, no it isn't, but I like watching it. I think I do because I like making fun of the people on TV.....mainly on TLC....mainly... Cake Boss. That guy is one of the most annoying people I have ever met. Wait, i just said that. Well,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;don't think it should be called Cake Boss. I think it should be called A Square of Cake With A Bunch of Cereal Treats (not rice &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;crispies&lt;/span&gt;, cereal treats) And Fondant And Modeling Chocolate On It Mixed With Some Cheesy Drama And Acting Boss. Oh yeah, i watch Cake Boss, alright. Also, ever since lost ended, a part of my soul has just fluttered away, like a free butterfly. I think it went to the island. Do you know how many times the went back for something on that show? More than all the cereal treats made in Cake Boss. So, has anyone seen any good movies lately? I haven't seen a movie since The Bl&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;indside&lt;/span&gt;, and that was in December. Did anyone else think that movie was only good once? I got some glares in my household for saying that. Guess what? It's my B-Day tomorrow. Happy Birthday Garrett! You when around the sun! Good Job! When did we start celebrating &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;birt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;hdays&lt;/span&gt;? Who will ever know. Not me. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I am running out of things to say so goodbye people and I blogged, so why don't you too? I am so alone... just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Coolest Ever, Garrett &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Urmston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Garrett &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Urmston&lt;/span&gt;, and I approve this message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-2315223438657543088?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2315223438657543088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=2315223438657543088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2315223438657543088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2315223438657543088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/06/summeri-love-you.html' title='Summer...I Love You!'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-5797259072671488439</id><published>2010-06-08T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:11:20.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Win America's Got Talent</title><content type='html'>1.Audition in a town at least 200 miles away from yours&lt;br /&gt;2.Make sure your act is singing because all of the winners have sung (Terry Fator wouldn't have just because he was a regular ventriloquist)&lt;br /&gt;3.Have some back up story about how you aren't going on America's Got Talent for you, but for someone else(make sure some tears are spread)&lt;br /&gt;4.Be likable/ have a sense of humor. More people will like you.&lt;br /&gt;5.If you are asked "What does winning this show mean to you?" Don't say "A million dollars and a show in Las Vages" just say something cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do these things, you will win. Unless you are horrible at singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-5797259072671488439?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5797259072671488439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=5797259072671488439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5797259072671488439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5797259072671488439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-win-america-got-talent.html' title='How To Win America&amp;#39;s Got Talent'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-5746530347831499550</id><published>2010-04-19T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:45:57.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging From The Ipod</title><content type='html'>Well, I just got this new app called Blog Writer Lite. It's pretty cool, and I recommend it for those who have a blog and an Ipod Touch/ Iphone. -Garrett &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-5746530347831499550?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5746530347831499550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=5746530347831499550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5746530347831499550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5746530347831499550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogging-from-ipod.html' title='Blogging From The Ipod'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-2299532939804776123</id><published>2010-03-21T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T08:59:21.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>County: The Test to Prove Number One</title><content type='html'>Wednesday,March 10, 2010: County Tournament begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, March 11, 2010: Norris vs. Cecil Avenue. Victory.(2 points)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, March 12, 2010: 10 dollars wasted on snack bar (so many Reese's!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 13, 2010, 9:00 AM: Norris vs. Fruitvale. Victory.(Such a slaughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-finals, 2:00 PM: Norris vs, Stonecreek. Victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals, 7:00 PM: Norris vs. Thompson. Double OT Victory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norris is the county champion. This was one great year. We called ourselves the Redeem Team. For the past couple of years, Norris had only got 2nd with all its talent (Alfonzo Jackson, Cody Kessler, ect.) in the County Championship. We put a great trophy in our case that night. May the next team continue this great victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your County Champion, (I have a medal, T-shirt, and bag to prove it)&lt;br /&gt;Garrett Jeffrey Urmston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-2299532939804776123?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2299532939804776123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=2299532939804776123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2299532939804776123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2299532939804776123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/03/county-test-to-prove-number-one.html' title='County: The Test to Prove Number One'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-2147132660000454982</id><published>2010-02-27T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:52:29.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sport of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry, I won't insult anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basketball is my love and my passion. This season I have not played as much as I want to, but have been to some amazing games of which I will not forget. My favorite, of all, was in Lost Hills. We were at at tournament and were ready to get some revenge on Tevis, who had played our 7th grade team the day before.They had pressed them and did not take out their starters until late in the 2nd quarter. During the championship game against Tevis, we were having our good times and our bad times. During the final 20 seconds, Tevis had the ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; and was holding it for the final shot. The score was tied 30 - 30. They shot, and missed. Jasmit Thind got the rebound at around 3 seconds and passed it to Colton Foster who took one or two dribbles and shot it a little above the three point line (on our side). It was a beautiful shot, like a normal jumper, and as i saw the ball floating I kept thinking, "No way. No. Wait.. Oh! Oh my gosh!! Come on.." and the ball amazingly swished straight into the net, touching nothing but it. After that, everyone went crazy, especially me. Like I said, i will never forget this game. We just won league Wedensday, and are getting ready for County.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Garrett Urmston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-2147132660000454982?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2147132660000454982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=2147132660000454982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2147132660000454982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2147132660000454982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/02/sport-of-me.html' title='The Sport of Me'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-6887017478058889955</id><published>2010-02-21T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T09:24:16.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't Tell Me What I Can't Do."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Helooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo world!! &lt;/span&gt;Guess who is back at the blogging world. Me, Garrett Urmston, Ultimate Blogger, Cool Guy, Cousin, Nephew, Brother, Son, ect. I am back and feeling alive!!!! Why Have I been unBlogging? I have been too busy. Basketball, School, and home work has taken over my life!!!! While I am not doing that, I am usually looking for the long lost Charley who is always disappearing, sometimes to my house, under the bed, all over the place. I bet the CIA will hire her to do some espionage. She would never get caught. And, now that we have satellite television, well... I got carried away, but I am pretty sure my I.Q. has dropped since we got it. But, I have learned some important things from some T.V. shows like from Mythbusters, this key board i am using has more germs than a toilet seat. Or, from Bear Grylles, The MAN on man vs. wild, who is better than Survivorman (Don't even get me started on that) that all insects of any kind are high in protein, especially if they are alive and big.I have learned that the lost writers are getting their plot form a 6-year old (or at least seems like it) and you can't tell John Locke what he can't do, but that doesn't matter now that he is the smoke monster (I think....) Thinking about lost makes me want to take an Advil. Also, I learned that Movies on T.V. are just as enjoyable, if not more, as movies not on TV. The commercials are just bathroom breaks, and the movies are, somewhat, free!! Well, it has been fun blogging, but i have got to go. I have been up since 6 and at church since 7 so i am pretty drowsy. Maybe i can get some rest in before I go back. See you later, La Familia/Frinds!!&lt;br /&gt;- Your Awesome Kid, Garrett Urmston&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6887017478058889955?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6887017478058889955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6887017478058889955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6887017478058889955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6887017478058889955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-tell-me-what-i-cant-do.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t Tell Me What I Can&apos;t Do.&quot;'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-4901217921825962500</id><published>2009-12-24T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:19:58.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog, Libby</title><content type='html'>It was a sunny afternoon the day a spazz entered my world. (Not Talmage I was three when he entered the world.) Libby has annoyed, frustrated, and loved all of us throughout her stay. This February it will be three years since the day she came here. It was a Friday, Talmage had Kauner over, and we watched some old movie with Bill Murray in it. Libby wouldn't bark. I miss those days. Despite all she has done, I love Libby. She has been a great companion for the past years. I know the future will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-4901217921825962500?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/4901217921825962500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=4901217921825962500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4901217921825962500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4901217921825962500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dog-libby.html' title='My Dog, Libby'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-6076196181056029740</id><published>2009-12-10T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:44:32.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes we can....... or can we???</title><content type='html'>The title doesn't really have anything to do with the post. I am just trying to say something clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, how is everybody? Christmasy?? I hope I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas, I (gave you my heart) had my Christmas with just my family. Despite all expectations, it turned out to be a great Christmas. But, after my grandparents' triumphant return from Australia, I am having a classic Urmston Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out Christmas can be stressful. And there is just more stuff to add to the stress. Here are some things and people going onto &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Garrett Urmston's Amazingly Long Naughty List!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who go see a movie ( Mainly dumb ol' Twilight) just because a guy in it looks " hot "&lt;br /&gt;The Blackberry commercial that has nothing to do with Blackberry's ( would you put ies? )&lt;br /&gt;That guy who wrote the golden compass&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Tiger Woods ( learn how to drive )&lt;br /&gt;Glenn Beck's evil twin ( you haven't heard of him)&lt;br /&gt;Rap music ( nice job talking )&lt;br /&gt;Probably 40% to 50% of kids at my school&lt;br /&gt;That one guy on the Amazing Race that didn't give Big Easy the answer although big easy gave him all his answers.&lt;br /&gt;The dude who wrote Last of the Mohiccans.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all people who judge....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think only one person should make a " naughty list." Let's not forget Him during this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend, buddy, cousin, nephew, son, brother, and maybe even random stranger,&lt;br /&gt;Garrett Urmston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6076196181056029740?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6076196181056029740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6076196181056029740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6076196181056029740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6076196181056029740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-we-can-or-can-we.html' title='Yes we can....... or can we???'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-7931545526702687029</id><published>2009-12-06T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:07:00.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Just Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-7931545526702687029?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/7931545526702687029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=7931545526702687029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/7931545526702687029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/7931545526702687029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is It Just Me?'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-3347737468052902467</id><published>2009-11-29T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:51:25.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guzzling: Gallons or Glasses</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I have a confession to make. I have a serious problem. I am addicted to THE FIZZY STUFF. I think we all know what that is. A delicously prepared Thanksgiving dinner, made by Aunt Linda and my mom and Candice, can only be topped off with a glass or two (or more) of Martinnilli's sparkling cider. It's fancy soda. The first time I had this liquid heaven was when i was man enough to sit at the big kid table. Big kids present: Courtney, Nicholas, Jordan, Mason, Porter, Tanner, and Logan. I guess I became one of them that day. I have always been the biggest of the little or the littlest of the big. I was getting a tad bit frustrated with the younger ones because I don't really have their sense of humor. ( note that this is polite) Any way I was a little nervous, but once I had some sparkling cider, I felt relaxed. I must have drunk an entire bottle. I remember blowing into it after it was empty. I have also found someone else with this love, my great-grandpa Stumbagh. He drank two glasses, and topped off Candice's and Aunt Linda's, and still wanted more. This Christmas I hope to stock up on Martinnilli's. It may be my last chance to have an obsession. Soon, I may be forced into a dreadful thing hated by kids-maturity. Your cousin, son, brother, and nephew, Garrett Urmston&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-3347737468052902467?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/3347737468052902467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=3347737468052902467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3347737468052902467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3347737468052902467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/11/guzzling-gallons-or-glasses.html' title='Guzzling: Gallons or Glasses'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-7800384420478450340</id><published>2009-11-08T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:53:50.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Broke A Leg</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Yes. I broke my leg . I broke my leg Thursday. And Friday. And Saturday- twice. My play went extremely well. I was glad to see that many of you came. I remeber at the Finale of Saturday afternoon, all i could see was Drew's Shining face. As I broke a leg, I could feel the power of the play affecting on the audience, and i could feel it with me. I was probably the best out there..... just kidding. Even though I did do well, I especially liked the performance by Zacharias, portrayed by Chuck Walker. I hoped that all of you that saw it enjoyed it, anbd if you didn't don't tell me about. I was at practices for at least three months. I remember learning my favorite song "Come Deliver Us" my second day. I would hope that you would comment. I get bored with no one commenting. Your buddy,&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Garrett Urmston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-7800384420478450340?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/7800384420478450340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=7800384420478450340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/7800384420478450340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/7800384420478450340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-i-broke-leg.html' title='As I Broke A Leg'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-3151925882930240702</id><published>2009-11-01T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:06:54.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's good. It's nasty, though."</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;As I type on this keyboard, with drops of tears falling off of my face, I can only feel one thing, which I think is shared among many children after a big holiday. It stinks to have fast sunday the day after haloween, burt it is all for one specific thing. I was my Somoan Sunday school teacher for haloween. For the trunk or treat I dressed up exactly like him, but on haloween notso much. This years Haloween bash was at Aunt Jaime's. After dinner, we all went trick or treating besides porter who is "too cool" to go trick or treating with family and instead went to go see his girl friend. We were playing apples to apples, and Porter was the judge. The advatige was soft, and Talmage said," Man, I wish I had Laurily's lips." The play is getting tougher and tougher, and I hope you come see it. I don't know how it will affect you, but there are a couple of good singers, including yours truly. I feel so left out because the only person kind enough to comment is Aunt Leslie, and she lives in Utah. For people to pay attention to you now you have to post on face book and then someone will come talk tou you the next time they see you in the real world. Holy crap, people. What kind of society is this? I don't even know why this is called GarrettPorter, it's only me.The only way to be social now is to have a face book. I have to end right now so that I don't insult anyone. -Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-3151925882930240702?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/3151925882930240702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=3151925882930240702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3151925882930240702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3151925882930240702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-good-its-nasty-though.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s good. It&apos;s nasty, though.&quot;'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-7281524149800120051</id><published>2009-10-21T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:32:03.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WASSSSSSUUUP!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>What is up my fellow beings of these United States and the rest of the world. Well here I am, and i am gonna rrock you like a hurricane. Well life has bee busy with, first off, P90X (HUH)!!!!!!!!!!!! My mighty muscles are bulging from Plyo, some Core Syntergistics, and even Yoga (HUH)! I am most def. ripped. I did run for president, I lost........................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm over (maybe) but i have been busy,also, with Savior of the World. If you think a Mormon church play is weak then you better not say so or, and I qoute, " I will hunt you down. Seriously, I will." Who said it, who said it? Post if you know. Get it right I will post about you. It is really tiring. I go Tuesday and Thursday from 7 to 8:30, and on Saturday for three hours. I am a shepard along with Tanner and my father, Peter. We have fun. I have &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; lines memorized. I don't know if I can say that about everyone else. Let's just say I whisper other people's lines to them. Since my 13th birthday I have seen many movies, but the best was The Dark Knight. Wolverine was a good one, but they totaly messed up Deadpool. I have dinnerbut remind me to post again C Ya -Garrett Urmston ( El Tigre de Pantelontes)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-7281524149800120051?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/7281524149800120051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=7281524149800120051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/7281524149800120051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/7281524149800120051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/10/wassssssuuup.html' title='WASSSSSSUUUP!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-8116072072807999421</id><published>2009-09-06T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:18:37.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Council; Three Years Maybe???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-8116072072807999421?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/8116072072807999421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=8116072072807999421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/8116072072807999421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/8116072072807999421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/09/student-council-three-years-maybe.html' title='Student Council; Three Years Maybe???'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-5517862761550923964</id><published>2009-08-30T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:11:33.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEllO WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>after my previous post on July 12,2009, i noticed that most of you posted one or two posts and then jumped right back to your stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aTwitter&lt;/span&gt;. Lame-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt;. since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; 12 i have......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to scout camp. Fun small boat sailing. Saw a deer. that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home from scout camp to two juvenile kids calling themselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Talmage&lt;/span&gt; watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Marley&lt;/span&gt; and Me. But, i also was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;surrounded&lt;/span&gt; by pizza, soda, Reese's, and love!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day went to the city swim meet for my team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McMurtrey&lt;/span&gt; 1. Although not doing so amazing myself, my team was awesome taking first place the second year in a row. Coaches were dumb. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; coached because it was their job. My old coach coached us the year after we got last place, which she coached also. great coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother purchased Super Smash Bros. Brawl. Worth buying twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went fishing with scouts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Caught&lt;/span&gt; the first fish of my life. gutted the first fish of my life. ate the first fish i ever caught and gutted. Very good. Next day i caught another one. then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school. I like most of my teachers, but dislike some. Old childhood friend of my dad, Mr. Lamb, is my history teacher cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it so I'll see ya next time!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-5517862761550923964?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5517862761550923964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=5517862761550923964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5517862761550923964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5517862761550923964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-world.html' title='HEllO WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-617326348247364525</id><published>2009-07-12T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:38:22.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This was posted with furied eyebrows.</title><content type='html'>you know, people that I have relation to or I know have not been posting. I really don't post just because, I do it so other people will post. I really just have this blog so I can be close to my relatives. But, since facebook is soooo important, there's absolutely no reason at all to post on blogs, because people who use blogs are soooo last year, and facebook is the cool way to talk to people. People who don't have facebooks should get one because eeeeeveryone has one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-617326348247364525?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/617326348247364525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=617326348247364525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/617326348247364525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/617326348247364525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-was-posted-with-furies.html' title='This was posted with furied eyebrows.'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-1874286390151391572</id><published>2009-06-28T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:48:55.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting on an Ipod</title><content type='html'>Well I am posting on an Ipod touch from the couch in my living room. It is so awesome!!!!!!!! It took me awhile to figure it out, but I got wi to. I am stoked for the family reunion. See you all at Leo Corrio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-1874286390151391572?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1874286390151391572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=1874286390151391572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1874286390151391572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1874286390151391572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/06/posting-on-ipod.html' title='Posting on an Ipod'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-1462803229724362466</id><published>2009-06-14T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:42:51.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SjW1GwJWsEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Z998Q6I6zvw/s1600-h/kobe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SjW1GwJWsEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Z998Q6I6zvw/s320/kobe.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347379260180312130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SjW09-DTM8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/bCqkFKFgNJs/s1600-h/la.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SjW09-DTM8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/bCqkFKFgNJs/s320/la.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347379109294191554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lakers are champions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-1462803229724362466?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1462803229724362466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=1462803229724362466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1462803229724362466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1462803229724362466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/06/la.html' title='LA'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SjW1GwJWsEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Z998Q6I6zvw/s72-c/kobe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-3281851260278094317</id><published>2009-06-14T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:42:25.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DTV:  A Small Step Toward Communism</title><content type='html'>Digital television is a step toward communism. All the same kind of telivision!!!! Anyway, there are conspiarecies that the dtv box has a video camera and mike hidden inside it. There are two channels that we get as of Saturday; 34, some black and white show was on, and 58 fox. You know the coupons that you can get? Those are tax payer coupons. We paid for those. I am proud to be an American. I think we need to go back to the way we used to be, as said in America the Beautiful, "..more than self, their country loved, and mercy more than life. -Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-3281851260278094317?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/3281851260278094317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=3281851260278094317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3281851260278094317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3281851260278094317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/06/dtv-small-step-toward-communism.html' title='DTV:  A Small Step Toward Communism'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-2402615517783777011</id><published>2009-05-31T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:38:19.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you have seen a musical with a green witch...</title><content type='html'>Check this riddle out if you are a wicked fan. That means you Aunt Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a series of riddles, whose answers all have a relation to each other. Answer the riddles to find the relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bond that is hard to break,&lt;br /&gt;And you can have one of me with anyone,&lt;br /&gt;as long as you remain kind and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born of a person,&lt;br /&gt;who shares their name with a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;They called America the golden land,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the one with the street of gold.&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 regions,&lt;br /&gt;North, South, East, and West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive when one must play along with something that they don't agree with.&lt;br /&gt;When one fights the higher power,&lt;br /&gt;I am there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to,&lt;br /&gt;I can fight the science textbook.&lt;br /&gt;People want my power,&lt;br /&gt;yet instead of revering me,&lt;br /&gt;they might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER DO NOT READ THIS UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE RIDDLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer&lt;br /&gt;They all relate to the musical Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;The answers to the riddles are, in order: friendship, the Land of Oz, rebellion, witches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship, once it's made, is hard to sever, and you can be friends with any person, as long you remain friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land of Oz was created by L. Frank Baum, which is pronounced like the weapon that one throws and it explodes. It also possess the famous Yellow Brick Road. Oz is typically broken up into its four regions, which if you read other Oz books or the novel by Gregory Maguire on which Wicked was based,&lt;br /&gt;you'd know were called (starting North and going counter clockwise) Gillikin, Munchkinland, Quadling Country, and the Vinkus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People rebel when they are forced to deal with something they find wrong.&lt;br /&gt;People rebel against the higher power that is making them go along with the situation that they find wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A witch can defy the laws of nature, which would be written in a science textbook. Most people want the power to magically do whatever they can't do, and yet most recorded "witch" encounters stated that the witches were evil and should be killed.&lt;br /&gt;Hide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-2402615517783777011?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2402615517783777011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=2402615517783777011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2402615517783777011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2402615517783777011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-have-seen-musical-with-green.html' title='If you have seen a musical with a green witch...'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-4971214617788866809</id><published>2009-05-31T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:16:45.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm outta there</title><content type='html'>I am free!! Although 7th grade was horrible, you only go through it once so i hade a few good memories. I  rember some kid would always come out of the mile the first day because his mom was a dean and she would write him the  P.E. excuse. He got out of one for having a "cough". He had to curl his lip into his mouth just to get a cough out. he also broke his pinky so he "couldn't" write or run the mile. Anyway,I am free at last. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-4971214617788866809?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/4971214617788866809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=4971214617788866809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4971214617788866809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4971214617788866809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-outta-there.html' title='I&apos;m outta there'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-6182648269573263544</id><published>2009-05-24T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:47:30.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!! Look at this!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I was looking through my pictures and I did some cropping and popping of me here is something. They are from El Capitan 06.&lt;br /&gt; The one that shows me drinking I call "chug". It was one of the challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/ShnK5KV_3gI/AAAAAAAAAak/wCCIOxNZ6N8/s1600-h/chug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/ShnK5KV_3gI/AAAAAAAAAak/wCCIOxNZ6N8/s320/chug.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339521916602408450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/ShnLlF1zwHI/AAAAAAAAAas/sOJaL6h-MO4/s1600-h/Intense+Run.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/ShnLlF1zwHI/AAAAAAAAAas/sOJaL6h-MO4/s320/Intense+Run.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339522671307898994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well the one running in water reminds me of the face of kobe after a three point shot 40 seconds left in a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/ShnMWYKrtPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/vXNWUW1NCBQ/s1600-h/Water+Baloon+Garrett.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/ShnMWYKrtPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/vXNWUW1NCBQ/s320/Water+Baloon+Garrett.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339523518040880370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one i made it so that it looks like mason is in love with me. Garett and a water baloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this one is my favorite. we had to take pictures and in guess i wanted to go out and run around but of course i had to take pictures. so i decided to get back and struck a pose similar to the movie of 2006, napolean dynamite. This one is dubbed uncle rico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/ShnOPiBBfXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9iDGtZAT_GI/s1600-h/UNCLE+RECO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/ShnOPiBBfXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9iDGtZAT_GI/s320/UNCLE+RECO.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339525599448890738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6182648269573263544?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6182648269573263544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6182648269573263544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6182648269573263544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6182648269573263544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-look-at-this.html' title='Hey!! Look at this!!'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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/_88gS4VAJ-TM/ShnK5KV_3gI/AAAAAAAAAak/wCCIOxNZ6N8/s72-c/chug.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-4201412989425949555</id><published>2009-05-17T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:26:21.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All should be taking heed of this....</title><content type='html'>Well what's up? I am just a little annoyed (sarcasm, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; by typing this you cannot hear the tone in my voice, I am, in fact, greatly annoyed) by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; in our country. I think we should all be like Creed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Braton&lt;/span&gt; from the office,"What's a text?" That was from the one episode after the super bowl. Any way , i will now conduct the rest of this in the language of text. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;srsly&lt;/span&gt;, y do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ths&lt;/span&gt;? It is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;annying&lt;/span&gt;!! Ah, i cant do it! I can't type like this!! any way, right now the school year is almost over. I have may 18 through may 22, and then a weekend and memorial day. then may 26 through may 29 in which , at least, 27 and 28 i get out an hour early and the 29 i get out  at 11:55. well now i won't have any tech class, which might have been the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; elective ever. I programmed choose your own adventure games and i programmed animated games. Next year i am being a teacher's aide. the teacher is really funny and cool, and he is a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He is Mr. K, or Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Krauchyk&lt;/span&gt;( hoped i spelled it right). Right now in Mr. K's class we are taking a college course called The 5000 Year Leap. I talks about the principles of the constitution, and is helping me see what the government is screwing over. Anyway, I can't wait for summer so i can get out of 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, aka the fiery pit ( if you know what i mean ). I can't wait to see all of you that don't live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bakersfield&lt;/span&gt;. well bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-4201412989425949555?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/4201412989425949555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=4201412989425949555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4201412989425949555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4201412989425949555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-should-be-taking-heed-of-this.html' title='All should be taking heed of this....'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-6762329593671791448</id><published>2009-04-19T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:41:09.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, i have to say....</title><content type='html'>I  encourage everyone to read the article on My aunt Amy's blog... I have to say it is really right, and i know that sounds weird, but it's true. I have to say that i am so glad i am not an adult. There is so much responsibility. I know life is easier as a kid. I know I am in a state of being that is not as hard as the state of being in which adults live. I have it easier, and am trying to enjoy every moment of kid hood. well anyway i went on a camporall with a bunch of scouts. it was fun. i have school most of the time. I have to say so many things, yet i suppress it because of politeness and law. I have to say that we have so many opportunities that are ignored, or are ruined, wasted, and destroyed because of  bad attitudes. I have to  say that many look at life and see that it may have become worse and worse, but i have to say that this makes other things better and better, and i have to say that if we see this good that this life may not be as bad at it looks . I have to say that people see the bad things and say"that's bad"and yet we do nothing about it. I have to say that we need to take charge, change things, make things better. As Swift said, "For what use of freedom of thought if it does not produce freedom of action." I have to ask why oh why do we sit back and do nothing when there is everything to do. I have to say that when a lot of children say "i am bored" they would rather mush their brain on TV or video games, instead of reading a book or something educational. I have to say that some habits should be replaced by old habits. I have to say that most are smart Alecs. In the words a man" we think our fathers are fools, so we become wise. I  wonder what our wiser children will say to us". I have to say that we need betterness.-garrett urmston.l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6762329593671791448?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6762329593671791448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6762329593671791448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6762329593671791448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6762329593671791448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-i-have-to-say.html' title='Well, i have to say....'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-5740362150885722528</id><published>2009-03-22T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:56:42.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on!</title><content type='html'>Well, I think people have given up. No one besides me hardly even posts any more. Cooper is not even telling me why he is only wwriting one sentence. some of the people who used to blog every day are hardly bloogging each month. I think I know why. Facebook is kiilin us! Jordan, who is in paraguay is writing the longest, Come on, people. Use ythe brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-5740362150885722528?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5740362150885722528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=5740362150885722528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5740362150885722528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5740362150885722528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-on.html' title='Come on!'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-6138771940404423617</id><published>2009-03-15T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:03:48.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6138771940404423617?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6138771940404423617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6138771940404423617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6138771940404423617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6138771940404423617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-serious.html' title='Are you serious?'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-9113769761945332097</id><published>2009-03-15T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:01:01.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Miserabe (or something spelled like that)</title><content type='html'>Well, friday, march 13 I went and saw The High School Production of Le Miserab, pronounced Lay Miserab, don't know how to spell it. It was great. My brother did awesome. He got ran Over by a cart (in the play)!! well it was awesome and it was the best and it was awesome and it was better than any other play and it was awesome and cool and, plus, it was mormon infested, meaning there were a lot of mormons in it and I knew them and porter's friend was in it and she was probably the best actor behind tanner and tanner was like a wine-o in the play but the botttle he was drinking out of was empty and it had contained a mango drink but it was empty during the play so hed didn't drink anything at all unless he drank something during the intermission but it wasn't alchohlaic,trust me, and he stayed up till like one out with his friends but he dind't drink, trust me, and when I say didn'tr drink i mean he didn't drink alchohal he probably drank root beer and this is probably the longest run on senctence ever and i want to end it but i can't because i've already run on forever and when I say forever i mean for a long time beacuse if i ran on forever i would die so i am going to end it in awhile no i'll end it now,no later and i'll keep talking and talking and talking and when i say talking i mean typing so i'll kepp typing and typing antyping an basketball is better than football and i am awesome and you are not stupid but you are for reading this far but not really someone count these letters and tell tem to me or porter because i am garrett not porter for if i were porter than i would be sixteen instead of twelve and right now it is six fifty six so i will type until seven o'clock for that is the time i will stop typing and i will not stop typing not even at six fifty nine which will be the time in a couple of seconds and i am cool so remeber thatand also remeber to see if president obama is doing a good job and tell me this better be a world record because i have been typing forever and when i say forever i mean for a long time it is seven, tell me the number of letters bye, says me, garrett, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-9113769761945332097?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/9113769761945332097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=9113769761945332097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/9113769761945332097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/9113769761945332097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/03/le-miserabe-or-something-spelled-like.html' title='Le Miserabe (or something spelled like that)'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-6066626348276110157</id><published>2009-03-08T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:06:19.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Right You Can See...</title><content type='html'>That long ol' thing to the right is my taxonomic key sheet. You should try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett Urmston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6066626348276110157?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6066626348276110157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6066626348276110157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6066626348276110157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6066626348276110157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-right-you-can-see.html' title='To the Right You Can See...'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-2634722806466770800</id><published>2009-03-08T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:57:00.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poem</title><content type='html'>The following is a poem written by Garrett Urmston, who is almost at a shakespearean level of poetry; By Garrett Urmston &lt;br /&gt;The Tale of Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man once lived in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;I am about to tell you his name.&lt;br /&gt;His name happened to be Scott.&lt;br /&gt;He moved away,&lt;br /&gt;And then they say,&lt;br /&gt;He smoked a whole bunch of pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning he knew he was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So he became a professional player of ping-pong.&lt;br /&gt;To teach every single kid&lt;br /&gt;To nut use drugs, &lt;br /&gt;To not put their fingers in sockets for plugs,&lt;br /&gt;For that was the wrong that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then went to China, and entered a tournament of Champs.&lt;br /&gt;When it got dark they lit some lamps,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, all the lights went out&lt;br /&gt;And everyone, as loud as they could, screamed.&lt;br /&gt;But all the players, together, teamed,&lt;br /&gt;To make everyone not pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They entered a cabin through its door,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it looked very, very, poor, &lt;br /&gt;And they found matches and took them.&lt;br /&gt;Then the sky turned overcast,&lt;br /&gt;So the players took off fast,&lt;br /&gt;But one of them tripped on a stem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You go ahead I’ll get him,” Scott said, &lt;br /&gt;Then he went to find the man, Ted.&lt;br /&gt;Scott ran like a ferret, &lt;br /&gt;He found Ted, the man&lt;br /&gt;But Scott, into another man, ran&lt;br /&gt;Whose name happened to be Garrett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott said, “Hello, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Garrett said “I feel like poo.”&lt;br /&gt;Then Ted said “Hey, help me!”&lt;br /&gt;So the two men picked Ted up with the fireman’s carry.&lt;br /&gt;No one was marry,&lt;br /&gt;No one was filled with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they got back, including Scott, the hero,&lt;br /&gt;He was no longer a zero,&lt;br /&gt;And with this fact Scott gleamed.&lt;br /&gt;He saved Ted&lt;br /&gt;Who went to bed,&lt;br /&gt;And Scott finally felt esteemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-2634722806466770800?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2634722806466770800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=2634722806466770800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2634722806466770800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2634722806466770800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-poem.html' title='My Poem'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-6285509859720447231</id><published>2009-02-22T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:22:35.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6285509859720447231?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6285509859720447231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6285509859720447231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6285509859720447231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6285509859720447231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-2688573183140985618</id><published>2009-02-15T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:31:56.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>????????????????????????????????????????</title><content type='html'>no, this is not the ? from lost.some people have been wondering who writes what? Porter Quotes the office and I usually do the rest. garrett urmston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-2688573183140985618?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2688573183140985618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=2688573183140985618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2688573183140985618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2688573183140985618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='????????????????????????????????????????'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-6496599334633962379</id><published>2009-02-15T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:11:39.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morman Champenge; The Fizzy Stuff</title><content type='html'>Every one knows, or hopefully knows, that I am in love with Mart &amp; Nelly's Sparkling Cider. It makes every special meal incredible!! My dream is being sponsored by Mart &amp; Nelly's and/or, more of the and, Reese's or red lobster. any way, we had some fizzy stuff lat night for our steak, potato, salad, shrimp, surf to turf valentine's dinner. V day is cool when you are not in a relationship/ when you are a kid. Garrett Urmston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6496599334633962379?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6496599334633962379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6496599334633962379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6496599334633962379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6496599334633962379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/02/morman-champenge-fizzy-stuff.html' title='Morman Champenge; The Fizzy Stuff'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-3634654625563959532</id><published>2009-02-05T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:22:49.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>My favorite character is Andy... Unfortunatey most of these are way funnier when you actually hear it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live to frolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabateur! Sabateur! I'm going to kill you for real. This game...the game is over, I'm really going to shoot you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really Schruted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday Dwight found half a joint in the parking lot. Which is unfortunate, because it turns out that Dwight finding drugs is more dangerous than most people using drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might not have to downsize our branch. And I could work here for years... and years... and... years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we all have a copy of Threat Level: Midnight by Michael Scott? &lt;br /&gt;I want to clamp Michael's face in a George Foreman Grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwight Schrute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it, he put my stapler in Jell-O again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam: [during a role-playing exercise] Okay, if I have to do this, based on stereotypes that are totally untrue, that I do not agree with, you would maybe..not be a very good driver.Dwight Schrute: [role playing as an Asian] Aw, man! I'm a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wild, there is no health care. In the wild, health care is, 'Ow, I hurt my leg. I can't run. A lion eats me. I'm dead.' Well, I'm not dead. I'm the lion. You're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem, Jim, is that people who are really suffering from a medical condition won't receive the care they need because someone in this office is coming up with ridiculous stuff. Count Choculitis....Why did you write that down, Jim? Is it because you know I love Count Chocula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God. It was nice of him to offer, but I live in a 9-bedroom farmhouse. I have my own crossbow range. It’s the perfect situation for me, although two bathrooms would have been nice. We just have the one...and that's out under the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 30-year mortgage at Michael’s age essentially means that he’s buying a coffin. If I were buying my coffin, I would get one with thicker walls so you couldn’t hear the other dead people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been Michael’s number two guy for about 5 years. And we make a great team. We’re like one of those classic famous teams. He’s like Mozart and I’m like...Mozart's friend. No. I’m like Butch Cassidy and Michael is like...Mozart. You try and hurt Mozart? You’re gonna get a bullet in your head courtesy of Butch Cassidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[indicating his purple belt] This is not a toy, this is a message to the entire office so that everyone can see I can physically dominate them. &lt;br /&gt;Yankee Swap is like Machiavelli meets Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwight Schrute: ["steering" the ship] Don't worry Michael, I'm taking us to shore!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott: It's a fake wheel, dummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the youngest pilot in Pan Am history. When I was four, the pilot let me ride in the cockpit and fly the plane with him. And I was four, and I was great and I would have landed it, but my dad wanted us to go back to our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several ways to tell if a perp is lying...The liar will avoid direct eye contact. The liar will cover part of his or her face with his hand, especially the mouth. The liar will perspire. Unfortunately I spoke to Oscar on the phone so none of this is useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a volunteer Sheriff's Deputy I've been doing surveillance for years. One time I suspected an ex-girlfriend of mine of cheating on me, so I tailed her for six nights straight. Turns out.. she was. With a couple of guys, actually... so. Mystery solved. As a volunteer Sheriff's Deputy I've been doing surveillance for years. One time I suspected an ex-girlfriend of mine of cheating on me, so I tailed her for six nights straight. Turns out.. she was. With a couple of guys, actually... so. Mystery solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! You are so busted! Ice skates... shopping bags... I think I know what's going on here. You weren't sick at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember on Lost when they meet "the Others"? &lt;br /&gt;BLOOD ALONE MOVES THE WHEELS OF HISTORY! [pause] Have you ever asked yourselves in an hour of meditation - which everyone finds during the day - how long we have been striving for greatness? [bangs fist] Not only the years we've been at war – the war of work – but from the moment as a child, when we realize the world could be conquered. It has been a lifetime struggle [bangs fists again] a never-ending fight, I say to you [bangs again] and you will understand that it is a privilege to fight. WE ARE WARRIORS! [applause] Salesmen of north-eastern Pennsylvania, I ask you once more rise and be worthy of this historical hour. [even bigger applause as Dwight gives a horrible sounding laugh] No revolution is worth anything unless it can defend itself. Some people will tell you salesman is a bad word. They’ll conjure up images of used car dealers, and door to door charlatans. This is our duty to change their perception. I say, salesman – and women – of the world... unite! We must never acquiesce, for it is together... TOGETHER THAT WE PREVAIL. WE MUST NEVER CEDE CONTROL OF THE MOTHERLAND...Audience: ...FOR IT IS TOGETHER THAT WE PREVAIL! &lt;br /&gt;I like the people that I work with, generally. With four exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did not become a Lackawanna County volunteer sheriff's deputy to make friends. And by the way, I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security in this office park is a joke. Last year I came to work with my spud-gun in a duffle bag. I sat at my desk all day with a rifle that shoots potatoes at 60 pounds per square inch. Can you imagine if I was deranged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reject a woman, and she will never let it go. One of the many defects of their kind. Also, weak arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die. I want to be frozen. And if they have to freeze me in pieces, so be it. I will wake up stronger than ever, because I will have used that time, to figure out exactly why I died. And what moves I could have used to defend myself better now that I know what hold he had me in. &lt;br /&gt;When my mother was pregnant with me, they did an ultrasound and found she was having twins. When they did another ultrasound a few weeks later, they discovered, that I had resorbed the other fetus. Do I regret this? No, I believe his tissue has made me stronger. I now have the strength of a grown man and a little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Ryan become a loser, slacker like Jim or will he join the Dwight Army of Champions? &lt;br /&gt;When you become close with someone, you develop a kind of sixth sense. You can read their moods like a book. And right now, the title of Michael's book is.. "Something Weird Is Going On...colon...What Did Jan Say? The Michael Scott Story...by Michael Scott. With Dwight Schrute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was shocked when he told me he was transferring to Samford. It's like with fireman, you don't leave your brothers behind. Even if you find out that there is a better fire in Connecticut. &lt;br /&gt;I love inside jokes. I'd like to be a part of one some day. &lt;br /&gt;I lost Ed Truck... and it feels like somebody took my heart and dropped it into a bucket of boiling tears... and at the same time, somebody else is hitting my soul in the crotch with a frozen sledgehammer... and then a third guy walks in and starts punching me in the grief bone... and I'm crying, and nobody can hear me, because I'm terribly, terribly... terribly alone. &lt;br /&gt; don't understand. We have a day honoring Martin Luther King, but he didn't even work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaves work, he's on his way home. WHAM, his cappa is detated from his head. &lt;br /&gt;If I can get them depressed, then I'll have done my job. &lt;br /&gt;Society teaches us that, having feelings and crying is bad and wrong. Well, that's baloney, because grief isn't wrong. There's such a thing as good grief. Just ask Charlie Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott: [While eating a pretzel] It tastes so good in my mouth.Stanley: That's what she said. [He and Michael laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians do not eat monkey brains! And if they do... sign me up! Because I am sure that they are very tasty and nutritional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the people here, and if there's one thing I don't really care for, its that they can be terribly terribly ignorant about other cultures. And I don't want them embarassing me in front of my girlfriend, Carol. &lt;br /&gt; It's over. We are screwed. Dunder Mifflin Scranton is being shut down. &lt;br /&gt;My branch is absorbing the Stamford branch. Or as I like to put it, my family is doubling in size. &lt;br /&gt;[To Martin Nash, who is black] Follow me, I will show you where all the slaves work. Uh, not... &lt;br /&gt;This is an orientation, not a bore-ientation. &lt;br /&gt;You guys suck! You can never pull together as one and revenge us. That is why you suck!" &lt;br /&gt;Why did the convict have to be a black guy? It is such a stereotype. I just wish Josh had made a more progressive choice. Like a white guy. Who went to prison for...polluting a black guy's lake. &lt;br /&gt;Bros before hoes. Why? Because your bros are always there for you. They got your back after your ho rips your heart out for no good reason. And you were nothing but great to your ho, and you told her that she was the only ho for you. And that she was better than all the other hoes in the world. And then suddenly...she's not yo' ho no mo'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-3634654625563959532?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/3634654625563959532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=3634654625563959532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3634654625563959532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3634654625563959532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/02/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-2011322754399431063</id><published>2009-01-25T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:29:53.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-run</title><content type='html'>So i just thought i'd reuse the post from earlier about Michael Scott. I'll have another one with newer quotes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abraham Lincoln once said that, 'If you're a racist, I will attack you with the North,' and these are the principles I carry with me in the workplace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think if I was allergic to dairy I'd kill myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody likes beets, Dwight! Why don't you grow something that everybody does like? You should grow candy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm an early bird and a night owl. So I'm wise and I have worms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awesome Blossom, extra awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think about this, what is the most exciting thing that can happen on TV or in movies, or in real-life? Somebody has a gun. That's why I always start with a gun, because you can't top it. You just can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rules of Shotgun are very simple and very clear. The first person to shout Shotgun when you're in sight of the car gets the front seat. That's how the game is played. There are no exceptions for someone with a concussion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may look around and see two groups here; white collar, blue collar. But I don't see it that way, and you know why not? Because I am collar-blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scranton is great, but New York, is like Scranton on acid. No, on speed. Nah. On steroids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pam, I'm public speaking, so please stop public interrupting me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry, I did not know you were wearing a hearing aid. I thought you were just speaking abnormally."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-2011322754399431063?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2011322754399431063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=2011322754399431063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2011322754399431063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2011322754399431063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/01/re-run.html' title='Re-run'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-3394978904465046912</id><published>2009-01-25T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:11:06.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormal... Blah...</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who don't know, mormal is like a mormon prom. I think it was invented by mothers who don't have daughters, mothers like my mom. Or maybe by mothers of girls who couldn't get dates. I don't know. Luckily i missed last year since i was not sixteen. Mason was not as fortunate. Anyway, its amazing how anal everyone gets over such a stupid event. I'm not sure how, but it became a big deal at some point. So mothers of teenage sons... please, i implore you... leave them alone. Let them live their lives. They won't be deprived of some important part of growing up... They will be fine... I understand if you make them go.. but don't make them ask a girl in a cute (aka stupid and pointless) way. And don't compare it to doing service because that's really rude.. I guess that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-3394978904465046912?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/3394978904465046912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=3394978904465046912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3394978904465046912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3394978904465046912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2009/01/mormal-blah.html' title='Mormal... Blah...'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-4957085553703164212</id><published>2008-12-14T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:13:49.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Clarification</title><content type='html'>Just so everyone knows, neither of us actually read or saw Twilight because we view it as a waste of time. There is also some speculation in regards to the possible mind controlling that happens when one reads Twilight. Our theory is that anyone who reads the Twilight books becomes an evil, blood-sucking vampire that tries to get other people to turn into vampires by either biting them or making them read Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tanner decided that the worst insult that you could give someone is that they, or one of their friends or family members, read Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. "Your dad reads Twilight!"&lt;br /&gt;       "At least I'm not in love with Edward the vampire..."&lt;br /&gt;       etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-4957085553703164212?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/4957085553703164212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=4957085553703164212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4957085553703164212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4957085553703164212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-clarification.html' title='Twilight Clarification'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-8702439469557000097</id><published>2008-12-10T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:41:33.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight: The Secret Killer</title><content type='html'>TWilight is the worst book/movie ever written/made.I don't know which one is worse, the book or the movie.Here are some quotes about Twilight, see stupid, idiotic, and its horribleness, cheesyness, ect.,ect.:&lt;br /&gt; "Twilight is the worst movie ever. Who could love a vampire,"- Andrew Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;"The rest of the books seem like Barnie on steriods, but nothing can compare to being chessy when talking about Twilight."- Robert Dunder, co-founder of Dunder Mifflin.&lt;br /&gt;" Twilight is amazing!!!"- Joe Jonas&lt;br /&gt;"It (twilight) makes Barbie and the Nutcraker look like a Five-Star- Golden-Globe-Emmy-Award-Winning-Film-Of-Production," Garrett Urmston&lt;br /&gt;"-12 star," Mr. T&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I was right. This might be the longest post I've ever written. Garrett Urmston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-8702439469557000097?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/8702439469557000097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=8702439469557000097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/8702439469557000097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/8702439469557000097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-secret-killer.html' title='Twilight: The Secret Killer'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-1447820201733579588</id><published>2008-10-13T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:03:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again...</title><content type='html'>Hey, sorry, but we,Garrett and Porter, forgot to put Chad up on our voting poll to the right. So once again, Garrett screws up. If anyone was not put up on the voting poll, please state so. Thank you, Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-1447820201733579588?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1447820201733579588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=1447820201733579588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1447820201733579588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1447820201733579588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-again.html' title='Once again...'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-1393639070367319602</id><published>2008-08-03T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:09:11.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Movie I've Ever Seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SJZsSJc0hgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/YBtnj5NlPDI/s1600-h/HeathJoker.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230487076267656706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SJZsSJc0hgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/YBtnj5NlPDI/s200/HeathJoker.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I went to see The Dark Knight. And it was the best movie i've ever seen by far... Heath Ledger was amazing as the Joker, and its too bad he's dead 'cause no one can do it better than him. The one negative thing I have to say about it is that Batman's voice is really stupid. But other than that it was a great movie and I give it a million stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-1393639070367319602?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1393639070367319602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=1393639070367319602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1393639070367319602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1393639070367319602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-movie-ive-ever-seen.html' title='Best Movie I&apos;ve Ever Seen'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SJZsSJc0hgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/YBtnj5NlPDI/s72-c/HeathJoker.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-5863008150196327947</id><published>2008-08-03T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:02:06.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well my family and me went on vacation to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Newport&lt;/span&gt;. We drove up Thursday and went to the beach. The waves were HUGE!!! I've been going to crappy-wave-beaches lately. Almost broke my back nose diving on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boogie&lt;/span&gt; board. Did some body surfing. I kept moving to the right. Then we went to our hotel and washed up. We were watching the X Games (on cable) And a guy "only cracked a few vertebrae" trying to do a front flip on a motor cycle. then we went to where else In-N-Out. then went back to the hotel and went to bed. Next morning we got a "free continental breakfast" and went to the beach. The life guards kept on saying there was a current dragging us out. After the beach we went and showered. the we went to Cal. Pizza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kitchen&lt;/span&gt; which was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; got up, had cereal, went to the beach. there I body surfed on my back! It's true. then we went home. Good weekend!! Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-5863008150196327947?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5863008150196327947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=5863008150196327947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5863008150196327947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/5863008150196327947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-my-family-and-me-went-on-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-1193193725670916855</id><published>2008-07-12T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:04:52.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is Ralph, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-1193193725670916855?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1193193725670916855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=1193193725670916855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1193193725670916855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1193193725670916855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-is-ralph-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-2677975327205539052</id><published>2008-07-12T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:03:38.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Up</title><content type='html'>For the record, I was not upset, angry, or anything remotley close to that about Aunt Carrie getting married. I'm Happy! Yay! But I did not know the guy's name. Sorry. You too, Ralph.&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-2677975327205539052?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2677975327205539052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=2677975327205539052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2677975327205539052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2677975327205539052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/07/hold-up.html' title='Hold Up'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-2961110430302336914</id><published>2008-06-29T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:17:48.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, What?</title><content type='html'>I come back from camp kern and Aunt Amy says Aunt Carrie's getting married to someone. Who is it? Fredrick.... Freddy.... Frankie... Seriously, WHO IS IT? Does it even start with a F?  Frank... Fredrick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-2961110430302336914?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2961110430302336914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=2961110430302336914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2961110430302336914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/2961110430302336914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/06/wait-what.html' title='Wait, What?'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-8833372399652725247</id><published>2008-06-15T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:14:57.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Thinking the Ego</title><content type='html'>Well, my cousin Tyler made me realize how stupid and conceited this whole "best blog in the world" thing really was. So, I've decided to recant all bragging that I or my brother might have done. And we'd just like to say that our blog maybe isn't the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now....&lt;br /&gt;You get to decide who's blog is the best. Look for the poll on the right and vote, and then hopefully this whole thing will be resolved. And if I forgot you on the voting thingy just let me know and I'll put you on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbly,&lt;br /&gt;Porter (and maybe Garrett, I didn't ask him if I could do this..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-8833372399652725247?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/8833372399652725247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=8833372399652725247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/8833372399652725247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/8833372399652725247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/06/re-thinking-ego.html' title='Re-Thinking the Ego'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-1013342474279436192</id><published>2008-05-29T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:09:11.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provocation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SD8adgAptpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bu8I_N7-K-Q/s1600-h/untitled.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205908788374779538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SD8adgAptpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bu8I_N7-K-Q/s400/untitled.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SD8X8wAptnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XbO0XSxPGMc/s1600-h/untitled.GIF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm not exactly sure how I got into this "battle of the blogs" because I didn't really do anything to provoke Cooper. But it sounded like fun, and here's the flag. Post it on your blog because ours is much better than Coopers. Trust me, you want to put my flag on your blog. It's a better flag, too. Copy and paste it on your blog. It has a T-Rex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5052774483296153139-1013342474279436192?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1013342474279436192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=1013342474279436192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1013342474279436192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1013342474279436192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/05/provocation.html' title='Provocation?'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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/_88gS4VAJ-TM/SD8adgAptpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bu8I_N7-K-Q/s72-c/untitled.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-4350148685703248917</id><published>2008-05-28T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:44:41.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK</title><content type='html'>Look up there! Found it on the internet. I hope porter approves of it. Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-4350148685703248917?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/4350148685703248917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=4350148685703248917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4350148685703248917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/4350148685703248917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/05/look.html' title='LOOK'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-99729493788891895</id><published>2008-05-27T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:00:06.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Sup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;     Hey it's Garrrett. I don't know what to do. school's almost out. Ireally got noithing to say. 7th grade. Gotta act more mature,now, not that I'm not mature already. Well, out of school, into summer. Days of the hot boiling Bakersfield sun. Breathing in that pollutted air. that's what summer's all about. I love summer. If I have a girl' her name might be summer. so now you get to post comments on my blog. Did you hear? &lt;strong&gt;POST ONLY ON MINE AND PORTER'S BLOG.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrett Urmston &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Co-Founder of the Geatest Blog Ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-99729493788891895?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/99729493788891895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=99729493788891895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/99729493788891895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/99729493788891895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/05/sup.html' title='&apos;Sup'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-3475993158450829765</id><published>2008-05-25T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:10:26.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Scott Quotes</title><content type='html'>So Garrett left a great quote by our idol, Michael Scott, on the blog. I changed it, and I found a bunch of great other ones on the internet. So I thought I'd share them. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abraham Lincoln once said that, 'If you're a racist, I will attack you with the North,' and these are the principles I carry with me in the workplace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think if I was allergic to dairy I'd kill myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody likes beets, Dwight! Why don't you grow something that everybody does like? You should grow candy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm an early bird and a night owl. So I'm wise and I have worms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awesome Blossom, extra awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think about this, what is the most exciting thing that can happen on TV or in movies, or in real-life? Somebody has a gun. That's why I always start with a gun, because you can't top it. You just can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rules of Shotgun are very simple and very clear. The first person to shout Shotgun when you're in sight of the car gets the front seat. That's how the game is played. There are no exceptions for someone with a concussion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may look around and see two groups here; white collar, blue collar. But I don't see it that way, and you know why not? Because I am collar-blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scranton is great, but New York, is like Scranton on acid. No, on speed. Nah. On steroids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pam, I'm public speaking, so please stop public interrupting me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry, I did not know you were wearing a hearing aid. I thought you were just speaking abnormally."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-3475993158450829765?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/3475993158450829765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=3475993158450829765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3475993158450829765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3475993158450829765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/05/michael-scott-quotes.html' title='Michael Scott Quotes'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-8784920836973181042</id><published>2008-03-09T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:16:46.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott's the Best</title><content type='html'>Well, according to my poll on the right, Scott's blog is definitly the most hardcore polling at at an unbelievable 100%. And the next GarrettPorter goes to..... Scoot Coontz. We'll be wanting an exceptance speech from you or your mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-8784920836973181042?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/8784920836973181042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=8784920836973181042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/8784920836973181042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/8784920836973181042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/03/scotts-best.html' title='Scott&apos;s the Best'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-9189508195296132197</id><published>2008-03-02T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:41:37.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baketball Comes to an End</title><content type='html'>I'm so sad. tommorow is my last game for basketball. We play Tevis, and I'm hoping to win my last game for the season. My two ultimate coaches are leaving, Coach Randy &lt;br /&gt;and Coach Westley Davis, which makes me even more sad. Throughout this season I have learned so much from these coaches and do a lot of more things I wasn't able to to last year. NExt year I think I'm going to start for Norris next year, even though I won't have the same coaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-9189508195296132197?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/9189508195296132197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=9189508195296132197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/9189508195296132197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/9189508195296132197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/03/baketball-comes-to-end.html' title='Baketball Comes to an End'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-6104167635661915526</id><published>2008-02-24T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:12:46.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Adventure</title><content type='html'>We got the double tickets to Disneyland, and we recently went to California Adventure. It was really fun. Talmage liked California screamin the best. My favorite was the tower of terror. It was really cool. Everyone had a lot of fun. When we got back to the car at the end of the day, Dad couldn't find his keys. So everyone was freaking out, but then we found them in the lost and found. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. These are from Disney land.&lt;br /&gt;We went there a couple of weeks ago and it rained like crazy. Which was cool because there were no lines. So we rode Space Mountain like seven times. And Indiana Jones three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-30.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2377900603256991024&amp;amp;site=widget-30.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2377900603256991024&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p1/2377900603256991024/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2377900603256991024&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p2/2377900603256991024/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6104167635661915526?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6104167635661915526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6104167635661915526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6104167635661915526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6104167635661915526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/02/california-adventure.html' title='California Adventure'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-9086839252676590077</id><published>2008-01-20T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:43:34.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>We won Fruitvale. We also won The McFarland Tournament. Seasonal Undafeated. tournaments we lost 1. All together we have only losr 1 game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-9086839252676590077?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/9086839252676590077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=9086839252676590077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/9086839252676590077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/9086839252676590077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/01/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-1121524276085784764</id><published>2008-01-15T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:18:10.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overreaction</title><content type='html'>OOPS JUst Figured out Its just all a joke. Besides ONLy Copper and logan Know about our blog.For any body who wants to know, my basketball taem won freedom and warren. PLaying Fruitvale tommorow. I think I am going to watch logan play our varsity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-1121524276085784764?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1121524276085784764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=1121524276085784764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1121524276085784764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1121524276085784764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/01/overreaction.html' title='Overreaction'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-6888379457039404286</id><published>2008-01-13T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:21:52.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 nifty united states</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. No one listen to cooper. as one of my favorite role models have said "he doesn't know anything,and neither do you." I have been cruising around the blogs looking at stuff when I see cooper said we're a d-league at blogging. then I go to comment and Logan says we're a rec team. this has made me relize how much hate there is in this country. So I'm going to forgive Cooper and Logan, although Porter might not. This has made me think who will be the best president? And Grandma and Grandpa, do you even know who's running for president? If you don't, I'm not sure who is, but I hope someone who reads this will inform them.&lt;br /&gt;         By the way Cooper, who won the Jam (Bakersfield Jam) game? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Hoping all is well,&lt;br /&gt;                                            Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-6888379457039404286?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6888379457039404286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=6888379457039404286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6888379457039404286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/6888379457039404286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/01/50-nifty-united-states.html' title='50 nifty united states'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-621636765136726099</id><published>2008-01-06T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:20:22.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2377900603252723165&amp;amp;site=widget-dd.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=2377900603252723165&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/p1/2377900603252723165/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=2377900603252723165&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/p2/2377900603252723165/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-621636765136726099?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/621636765136726099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=621636765136726099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/621636765136726099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/621636765136726099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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-5052774483296153139.post-3646674298869888780</id><published>2008-01-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:40:55.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Porter: Christmas was fun. Unfortunately, we got up a little too early, but it was okay. I got a Rubik's Cube, which I can solve. I also got guitar hero three. and some clothing. and driving school. Christmas was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett: Christmas was the best!!! I woke up the earliest, due to my clock on my DS (gameboy thingy). I woke up at 3:30,thought it was 4:30, and couldn't get back to sleep. I looked at my stockings at what was I thought 5:30, but then I looked at the kitchen clock; 4:30. So I waited until real 7:00 and woke everyone up. The presents:The Game Of Life, Reese's Shirt &amp;amp; Hat, a basketball, a video, Wii remote and nunchuck, Yoshi Island (DS game), sweatshirt, And best of all, a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MP3 Player&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! Played basketball with Uncle Mark and his crew. They came over for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-3646674298869888780?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/3646674298869888780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=3646674298869888780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3646674298869888780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/3646674298869888780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-1357795327179688479</id><published>2007-12-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:32:03.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discretion?</title><content type='html'>Our dearest auntie may have a good point, her laziness is greater than our own, therefore the blog she doesn't have is better than ours. Unfortunately, the lack of this blog means that we cannot blog battle, which means Aunt Heather forfeits, ans we win.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-1357795327179688479?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1357795327179688479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=1357795327179688479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1357795327179688479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/1357795327179688479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2007/12/discretion.html' title='Discretion?'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052774483296153139.post-8657577716601542047</id><published>2007-12-02T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:29:55.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our blog is better than eveyone else's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We, Garrett and Porter, declare total domination over all blogs. All blogs will submit to our bidding, or suffer the consequences. Anyone with a problem should let us know so that we can blog battle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052774483296153139-8657577716601542047?l=garrettporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/feeds/8657577716601542047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052774483296153139&amp;postID=8657577716601542047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/8657577716601542047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052774483296153139/posts/default/8657577716601542047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garrettporter.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-blog-is-better-than-eveyone-elses.html' title='Our blog is better than eveyone else&apos;s'/><author><name>Mr. Ailstron</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></feed>
