<?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-6031068349584170124</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:44:34.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just-in Time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-8306519560495682673</id><published>2009-05-08T06:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:30:17.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back....Kinda</title><content type='html'>Okay so the first step to rehabilitation is admitting we have a problem. So I admit I am a horrible Blogger. Let me make an excuse for myself. The interent here sucks. It is such a hastle to post pictures and thats what I want to do, I want to show you all my travels. I will work on that I promise. Let me run down where I have been so far; Paris and Strassburg France, Serbia, Croatia, Austria, Slyvania, and I'll be in Switz next weekend. I feel like I am missing one. Its been great so far, traveling and seeing all the different cultures. I not only get to see them through the lens of an American, but since I am traveling with Germans, Russians, Serbians etc I get to see the world with them as well. Thats all for now...pics to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-8306519560495682673?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8306519560495682673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=8306519560495682673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/8306519560495682673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/8306519560495682673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-backkinda.html' title='I&apos;m Back....Kinda'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-1060144004574058457</id><published>2009-03-31T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:37:16.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the worst blogger ever....</title><content type='html'>period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-1060144004574058457?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1060144004574058457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=1060144004574058457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/1060144004574058457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/1060144004574058457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-worst-blogger-ever.html' title='I am the worst blogger ever....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-4736232424277698276</id><published>2009-02-23T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:33:48.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I miss...</title><content type='html'>Things I miss…&lt;br /&gt;1.       24 hours a day Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;2.       Grass&lt;br /&gt;3.       Las Margaritas&lt;br /&gt;4.       Ella&lt;br /&gt;5.       Tivo&lt;br /&gt;6.       Unlimited Internet&lt;br /&gt;7.       A car&lt;br /&gt;8.       Fast food restaurants&lt;br /&gt;9.       All you can eat restaurants&lt;br /&gt;10.     Malls&lt;br /&gt;11.     Places that take visa cards&lt;br /&gt;12.    Warmth&lt;br /&gt;13.    Texting&lt;br /&gt;14.    English tv&lt;br /&gt;15.    Family&lt;br /&gt;16.    Friends&lt;br /&gt;17.    My job&lt;br /&gt;18.    Central heat and air&lt;br /&gt;19.    Free laundry&lt;br /&gt;20.   A world without sauerkraut and sausages haha (for the most part)&lt;br /&gt;21.   Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;22.   Cheap….well anything&lt;br /&gt;23.   Paying 99 cents for a hamburger compared to 4 Dollars&lt;br /&gt;24.   My bed&lt;br /&gt;25.   My pillow&lt;br /&gt;26.   My closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this doesn’t sound too bad. I miss these things/people, but I am having a great time. I miss the convenience of America. Everything is more convenient…much…much more convenient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-4736232424277698276?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4736232424277698276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=4736232424277698276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/4736232424277698276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/4736232424277698276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-miss.html' title='Things I miss...'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-8777873255027759408</id><published>2009-02-07T11:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:17:39.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany!!</title><content type='html'>So I have arrived in Germany and thus far it has been quite an adventure. On the 13 hour journey here, I had to run through the airport to make my flight in Charlotte due to a delay in Chattanooga. I heard a dog bark on the plane and watched in amazement as the airplane peeps realized that somehow someone had snuck a dog on the plane. We were taxiing to the runway, and had to turn around to kick the people of the plane along with their dog. How does that even happen? I sat by a screaming baby for 10 hours. When I got to the airport in Frankfurt all the signs were in German and their were no clocks anywhere so that was interesting. It was about an hour drive from Stuttgart to Kneibis on the autobahn, we were in an old VW van so about 90 was our top speed. The others however, in their Mercedes were flying it was awesome. I am already working on ways to commandeer a Benz for a couple hours. There are 16 nations represented here, well 17 counting me. The first night I was here they prayed for me. It was pretty cool to hear all the different languages all around. There is a large Spanish representation here at the school. They do not speak much German either so the Spanish crowd is my crowd. My bag has still not arrived therefore I have no underwear, well I had no underwear I just recently bought 4 pair costing me about $15 dollars. There are apparently no extra large people here in Germany so I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of my undies. The president of the school is kind enough to bring me two pair of his boxers, one of which is beautifully decorated with teddy bears. I wonder if Dr. Conn would have been so kind. I went for a run today. I found it to be very difficult, maybe it was the snow, the cold, or the high altitude, whatever it was it was horrible. I believe I will come back to America about 200 pounds. I am not saying that the food isn’t good, it’s just different and a lot less quantity. The scenery is beautiful. It has been snowing all day long. I have taken lots of pictures and will have them up shortly. My power adaptor is dead somehow so all of my devices are not working and that is driving me crazy. Anyways I will post more soon. Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-8777873255027759408?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8777873255027759408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=8777873255027759408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/8777873255027759408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/8777873255027759408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/germany.html' title='Germany!!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-4188914977585453388</id><published>2009-02-02T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:29:28.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didnt check that out...</title><content type='html'>So here is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. with the Oak Ridge librarian on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. "I'd like to check these books out please... Sir you owe $48. I was afraid of that, what do I have still out. Well you returned them all. Oh good...well what did I check out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Response&lt;/span&gt;.........My thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Invincible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Soundtrack....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hm&lt;/span&gt; this is some kinda mistake. I would not have checked that out.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moulin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rouge Soundtrack....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hm&lt;/span&gt; that could be me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sound Of Music....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hm&lt;/span&gt; I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I checked this out.&lt;br /&gt;4. Musicology (Prince)... Yea, pretty sure this is me.&lt;br /&gt;5. Thriller (Michael Jackson)... 100% me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick leave before they try to make me pay this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-4188914977585453388?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4188914977585453388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=4188914977585453388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/4188914977585453388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/4188914977585453388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-didnt-check-that-out.html' title='I didnt check that out...'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-5401302555499763319</id><published>2009-01-29T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:58:05.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random things...</title><content type='html'>1. I'm moving to Germany and honestly have no idea where it will lead.&lt;br /&gt;2. Girls with huge hands kinda freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will def. adopt at least 2 kids from other countries.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a fear of my teeth falling out.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will never go anywhere without my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;, but I am not one of those people who listen to it while in the mall and stuff... come on be social!&lt;br /&gt;7. My house and car and me all together have been robbed 7 times...and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;8. I sing all the time...most the time like a girl...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt; y I just like the girl parts better.&lt;br /&gt;9. When I get bored I eat.&lt;br /&gt;10. Sometimes when food is really really good...I might shed a tear or two.&lt;br /&gt;11. I put off doing my laundry to the very last minute. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;12. While we are talking about things I hate... washing dishes is way up on the list.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am so scared of sharks...even in like 2 feet of water...I think to much Baywatch and Shark week as a child.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt; y but recently I have been drinking like 15 cups of coffee a day.&lt;br /&gt;15. A text from a good friend can sometimes change my attitude all day long for the better.&lt;br /&gt;16. I like strong opinionated women...I wanna know when they think I am wrong and why.&lt;br /&gt;17. I wish I could fit in the bathtub...they don't make them long enough for slightly tall people. Unless you get the special made ones...I can't afford that.&lt;br /&gt;18. My brother married one of my best friends in high school and that is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;19. I like almost every movie I have ever seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; I am very easily entertained.&lt;br /&gt;20. I have been to 10 countries, by this time next year I will have been to 20 hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;21. I cannot say no to homeless people or charities that ask me for money (thanks Mom)...except last night I made a breakthrough at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. They asked if I would give a dollar and I said I am so sorry but I can't. Actually I told Kevin to tell them...does that count.&lt;br /&gt;22. I will stay up all night getting to know you if you'd let me.&lt;br /&gt;23. I love, love, love, love sports...and I am basically unbeatable.&lt;br /&gt;24. I love getting pedicures...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shhhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;25. I wish my clothes would be picked out for me in the mornings...by somebody who knows what I like. I just hate digging through my closet trying to figure it out...I think it is worse because I wait so long to do the laundry, its always hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-5401302555499763319?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5401302555499763319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=5401302555499763319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/5401302555499763319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/5401302555499763319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random things...'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-5360526095934936562</id><published>2009-01-22T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:53:29.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments work!!</title><content type='html'>After a long frustrating process, it is official you can now comment on my blog!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-5360526095934936562?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5360526095934936562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=5360526095934936562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/5360526095934936562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/5360526095934936562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/comments-work.html' title='Comments work!!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-7301823046287641889</id><published>2009-01-21T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My fav. lines from the Obama Inaugural Address</title><content type='html'>To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let it be told to the future world...that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive ... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."  America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-7301823046287641889?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7301823046287641889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=7301823046287641889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/7301823046287641889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/7301823046287641889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-fav-lines-from-obama-inaugural.html' title='My fav. lines from the Obama Inaugural Address'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-787651493034097222</id><published>2009-01-21T16:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:16:58.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure...</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spontaneity&lt;/span&gt; of God makes me laugh. Seriously, this time last week I had no idea traveling to Germany to study for a year was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt;. Then, wham, here is this great opportunity. Oh wait the president of the college will be in town, so we can get your interview done. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; it that? Wow, it seriously amazes me. God opens doors, and if we walk through them the adventure of his plan begins to unfold. God opened the door for me to be involved in PCL, which led to a door to Germany. I still have no idea what this will bring about, or even how this really is benificial to whatever the goal/plan God has for me. It sure is a super sweet way to find out though. Just want to leave you all with a picture of where I will be staying...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SXeWphsdxbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/b81lp95jmGo/s1600-h/ski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293865527160980914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SXeWphsdxbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/b81lp95jmGo/s200/ski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SXeWpr2ccpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xq_vKvi42CI/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293865529887191698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SXeWpr2ccpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xq_vKvi42CI/s200/black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-787651493034097222?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/787651493034097222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=787651493034097222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/787651493034097222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/787651493034097222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventure.html' title='Adventure...'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SXeWphsdxbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/b81lp95jmGo/s72-c/ski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-1763253541811377596</id><published>2009-01-05T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was called out about not blogging.</title><content type='html'>So I will get to it soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-1763253541811377596?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1763253541811377596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=1763253541811377596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/1763253541811377596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/1763253541811377596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-called-out-about-not-blogging.html' title='I was called out about not blogging.'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-4944467683378309345</id><published>2008-11-24T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seed of Hope</title><content type='html'>As I am surrounded daily by the word hope. "Inspiring Hope...Empowering Potential" I have recently been reflecting on the significance that hope plays in our lives. Hope is vital to every persons survival, especially when the odds are against them. Lack of hope causes us to accept our situation, leading us to believe there is nothing better. But hope can pull us out of our deepest despair causing us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exceed&lt;/span&gt; the expectations society has given us. Hope breaks cycles of poverty. Hope brings higher education. Hope inspires dreams. Dreams inspire action. Action brings change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Davis tells a story in his book "Fields of the Fatherless". The story takes place in the French Alps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the time, the deforestation had almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; destroyed the land. The mountains and valleys were barren, wildlife had deserted the area in search of greener pastures, and villagers had abandoned their homes because their springs and brooks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; dry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Elzeard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bouffler&lt;/span&gt;, had been planting trees on the barren hillside for more than three years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bouffler&lt;/span&gt; meticulously sorts through a large pile of acorns and picks out 100 of the best seeds. It was a rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mundane&lt;/span&gt; task nobody would notice or even care about. Yet during those three years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bouffler&lt;/span&gt; planted 100,000 seeds 20,000 of which had sprouted. Over the years the area began to look entirely different. A chain reaction in nature was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt;: water flowed in the once empty brooks. Meadows, gardens, and flowers were birthed where once complete desolation ruled... A vigorous forest inhabited by farms and families, now covered the hillside. The beauty of the land had been restored for everyone to enjoy. All of this took place because of the effort of one man planting seeds. Where everyone else saw stripped hillsides void of any value, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shepard&lt;/span&gt; saw the hope of seeds being planted that would one day bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; the beauty and glory the land once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;possessed&lt;/span&gt;. One person has the ability to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;revolutionize&lt;/span&gt; the life of an abandoned child, a foreigner who is here to study or work, a single mom, or even an elderly widow. Your creative energy could be the very thing that helps him or her keep going and even experience God's love for the first time. The question is, will you be a seed planter? Will you just look at the devastation around you and find another place to make your home or will you plant a seed of hope in the lives that have been stripped bare by the misery of this world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-4944467683378309345?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4944467683378309345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=4944467683378309345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/4944467683378309345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/4944467683378309345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/seed-of-hope.html' title='A Seed of Hope'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-6544447506260237931</id><published>2008-11-18T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend and WE GOT TAGGED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLjrxC0W7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/U7KNcxfQncM/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270024855015938994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLjrxC0W7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/U7KNcxfQncM/s200/IMG_0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLjrlt5dGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ziaN4Fi9At8/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270024851975402594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLjrlt5dGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ziaN4Fi9At8/s200/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLlyjZHZ-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/d5GCiy4tNSk/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270027170633705442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLlyjZHZ-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/d5GCiy4tNSk/s200/IMG_0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLjtdrEKgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TTXbH8wOFXg/s1600-h/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270024884175776258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLjtdrEKgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TTXbH8wOFXg/s200/IMG_0875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLly3yaUlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/O-yWhqHqXnU/s1600-h/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270027176108511826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLly3yaUlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/O-yWhqHqXnU/s200/IMG_0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLjsx87rZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Uv60Ui5khJs/s1600-h/IMG_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270024872439557522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLjsx87rZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Uv60Ui5khJs/s200/IMG_0874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLjsTYf_dI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NbYRKyAd1kQ/s1600-h/IMG_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great weekend with Aaron and Cara and Robert and Jenny. (I did not have a pic of jenny that she would approve of) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PCL/MWOA Got Tagged!!!!! Apparently the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bloods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Crips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; set aside their differences long enough to write suck nuts (that is the best one by far I think haha) on our storage pods. As funny as this is, it actually makes me have to paint, which I hate with a passion. So dang you Cleveland gangs!!! I am so glad you found peace with each other for a common cause, but next time pick on government buildings or something, that will make a much larger statement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-6544447506260237931?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6544447506260237931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=6544447506260237931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/6544447506260237931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/6544447506260237931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-weekend-and-we-got-tagged.html' title='My Weekend and WE GOT TAGGED!!!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SSLjrxC0W7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/U7KNcxfQncM/s72-c/IMG_0869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-6053777558126314707</id><published>2008-11-05T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Can!</title><content type='html'>I am surprised and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appalled by the hundreds of negative responses in reference to the election of Barack Obama. Here are some examples of some that I have seen today;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"I am BEYOND ashamed of Americans. Socialist America led by Barack Hussein Obama. God help us all, we are going to need it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"Allah bless the USA...good bye America."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"It's official, America is retarded!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"I am fed up with the stupidity that is this country. Electing Obama was the WRONG choice. Things are going to get ugly fast. Pray people!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"Congrats USA you've just elected a MUSLIM into office, It's sad we've come to this after 9/11, to all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt; who are afraid here u go, PHILIPPIANS 4:6"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"He can have his "change" but i will never worship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Allah&lt;/span&gt;. Jesus Christ will always be my God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Really? Is this what people think? So the vast majority of America is ignorant. Apparently we have just elected certain doom into the white house. I want to write more about this...but honestly I will say something I regret. This ignorance is absolutely ridiculous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-6053777558126314707?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6053777558126314707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=6053777558126314707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/6053777558126314707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/6053777558126314707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes We Can!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-5178981865460807248</id><published>2008-11-04T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The male kangaroo doesn’t have a pouch; only the female has it. So the male has pouch envy. Why should she have this huge pouch, and I have nothing? I have things to carry, too. At least give me a pocket." - from Seinfeld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-5178981865460807248?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5178981865460807248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=5178981865460807248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/5178981865460807248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/5178981865460807248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/male-kangaroo-doesnt-have-pouch-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-1088839645492859727</id><published>2008-10-27T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics From a Great Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQXSV0cWJuI/AAAAAAAAAII/htzp0o7zLD0/s1600-h/IMG_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261843011948914402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQXSV0cWJuI/AAAAAAAAAII/htzp0o7zLD0/s200/IMG_0822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQXSVN2_0uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EvIijKrXHxM/s1600-h/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261843001591714530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQXSVN2_0uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EvIijKrXHxM/s200/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQXSUXPOHWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KwOg1bhIFX4/s1600-h/IMG_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261842986929364322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQXSUXPOHWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KwOg1bhIFX4/s200/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ella loves chillin' w/ uncle Justin...well i hope she does...cause I sure love chillin' with her!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQXSTRxaJJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YCGfuUTf16U/s1600-h/IMG_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261842968282277010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQXSTRxaJJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YCGfuUTf16U/s200/IMG_0824.JPG" border="0" /&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/6031068349584170124-1088839645492859727?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1088839645492859727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=1088839645492859727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/1088839645492859727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/1088839645492859727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/pics-from-great-weekend.html' title='Pics From a Great Weekend!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQXSV0cWJuI/AAAAAAAAAII/htzp0o7zLD0/s72-c/IMG_0822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-3949901836325735043</id><published>2008-10-23T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 pounds of cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQE5GUHxVoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0volCh83uEo/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260548620388750978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQE5GUHxVoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0volCh83uEo/s200/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Hugh had this cheese delivered to the office. I guess when you are passionate about something...always do it big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did anyone else know that UPS delivers cheese?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQE5GL4NkVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/f-A8w_D3bOA/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260548618176008530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQE5GL4NkVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/f-A8w_D3bOA/s200/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-3949901836325735043?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3949901836325735043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=3949901836325735043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/3949901836325735043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/3949901836325735043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/20-pounds-of-cheese.html' title='20 pounds of cheese!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SQE5GUHxVoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0volCh83uEo/s72-c/IMG_0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-6405137911067656714</id><published>2008-10-20T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics From ATL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyd_lKvvLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G0sPLqxB9IM/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259252180496399538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyd_lKvvLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G0sPLqxB9IM/s200/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyeAArefdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IsGorE8-qFA/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259252187881438674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyeAArefdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IsGorE8-qFA/s200/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyeBPwC_EI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pjnRsqG5qqs/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259252209107008578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyeBPwC_EI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pjnRsqG5qqs/s200/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyeBg5eLSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BTETtnpOidY/s1600-h/IMG_0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259252213709942050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyeBg5eLSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BTETtnpOidY/s200/IMG_0799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyeBxWc0hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GSAZD5pD90k/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259252218126455314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyeBxWc0hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GSAZD5pD90k/s200/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the Bunch's went to 6 Flags. This is just a few pics that show how much fun we had. Kevin loves christmas sweaters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-6405137911067656714?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6405137911067656714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=6405137911067656714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/6405137911067656714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/6405137911067656714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-pics-from-atl.html' title='Some Pics From ATL'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPyd_lKvvLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G0sPLqxB9IM/s72-c/IMG_0772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-7304873377968228093</id><published>2008-10-14T13:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:44:32.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic-Tac freshmints Stink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPTzofewBeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_9cNULBv0Uo/s1600-h/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257094542019003874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPTzofewBeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_9cNULBv0Uo/s200/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Altoids&lt;/span&gt;! Last week I went for my bi-weekly stocking of the mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Altoids&lt;/span&gt;. As I frantically searched each and every aisle of lame-o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart I began to realize that the store that has it all was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; out of mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Altoids&lt;/span&gt;. I settled for Tic T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt;. Now I will tell you why they suck! When you walk there is no possible way to make them stop shaking. What if I needed to be sneaky? Altoids puts paper in the container keeping the rattling noise to a bare minimum. I can't ever just get one out of the box. I only want one, not three, not seven, but one! Altoids are easy, you open the lid and grab the exact number of as many as you want. It takes 23 Tic T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt; to even come close to matching the strength of the curiously strong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Altoid&lt;/span&gt;. I used to not eat onions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I discovered how well one single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Altoid&lt;/span&gt; would cover the horrible smell of onion breath. I took this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;for granted&lt;/span&gt; when I bought a fully loaded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Arby's&lt;/span&gt; sandwich the other day. I basically ate the whole box of Tic T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt; and still ended up having to brush my teeth to remove the taste/smell. Established in 1969 clearly Tic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tac&lt;/span&gt; should take more time to perfect their product. Altoids have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt; it since 1837. Moral of the story is Tic T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt; stink. The orange one's are pretty cool, even though we all know they do even less for bad breath than the regular Tic T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt; do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-7304873377968228093?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7304873377968228093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=7304873377968228093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/7304873377968228093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/7304873377968228093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/tic-tac-freshmints-stink.html' title='Tic-Tac freshmints Stink'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SPTzofewBeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_9cNULBv0Uo/s72-c/IMG_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-2288636478891653225</id><published>2008-10-08T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naive</title><content type='html'>I like being naive. I like to think that I can personally change the world. I like thinking that the world is inherently good, that no one means to hurt anybody. I like thinking that everybody wants to change and grow continually. I like giving people chance after chance after chance to change, to prove that they are good inside or at least striving to be different. I hate the pain it causes me when I see what the world really is. I hate those days when I realize being naive is a gift and seeing the world as it really is, is a horrible curse. Some may differ with me on this, but let me tell you why. Being naive causes you to look into somebody soul and search for good. Even if it is small, there is good. You focus on the good, searching for a way to defend that persons actions no matter what they may do to you. Being naive causes you to reach out to help those in need, no matter how scary they may look. Being naive causes you to befriend someone who may not treat you as well as they should, simply because you know they need someone, and maybe they will change. What would happen if we all went by the facts of how society tells us things should be?  No more homeless shelters, feeding centers, drug rehab centers, prostitution rescue centers. If there is a cycle they won't change. If they were abused they will abuse. If they are poor they will be poor. All statements backed up by stats and facts, saying the cycle will continue. It takes a horribly naive person to think they can make a difference. To have the audacity to say, I do not care what the facts say every child deserves a clean slate. With some help every person can break the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare I say that Jesus was possibly naive? Jesus knew what he was coming for, but he still came. He came to change the world. He came so that his people would follow him. He healed people. Fed people. Saw the best in everyone (see Mary Magdalene or Paul or Peter or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zaccaeus&lt;/span&gt; or Judas). Even in his final hour he cried out for God to forgive them, for they know not what they do. So I pray that I will always be a naive dreamer. I thank God for horrible days like this, when I am smacked in the face with reality. Because tomorrow naive Justin will be back, fighting even harder for the good that I see in the world. So I challenge you all to see being a little naive as a positive. To always look past the hurt somebody has caused you and search for that glimpse of good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-2288636478891653225?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2288636478891653225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=2288636478891653225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/2288636478891653225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/2288636478891653225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/naive.html' title='Naive'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-7149592501423731970</id><published>2008-10-08T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>comments are on!</title><content type='html'>This thing is stupid! The comments are set to allow and all that. Anybody have some advise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-7149592501423731970?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7149592501423731970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=7149592501423731970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/7149592501423731970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/7149592501423731970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/comments-are-on.html' title='comments are on!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-536211604189751067</id><published>2008-10-07T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things that remind me of childhood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvBUjSSU8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/TcErTSCE7uI/s1600-h/sandlot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505949071299522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvBUjSSU8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/TcErTSCE7uI/s200/sandlot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvBUyW1LpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/l6gIC-T4EIA/s1600-h/sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505953116892818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvBUyW1LpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/l6gIC-T4EIA/s200/sister.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvBU8juCNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Jo09wXSj0MA/s1600-h/carmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505955855304914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvBU8juCNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Jo09wXSj0MA/s200/carmen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvAzkQoHpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KRvS8Te4eR4/s1600-h/mini+poptarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505382397091474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvAzkQoHpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KRvS8Te4eR4/s200/mini+poptarts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvAzrHZlmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_Nv-NQx4JkY/s1600-h/war+heads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505384237438562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvAzrHZlmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_Nv-NQx4JkY/s200/war+heads.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvAz27VyMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fvJSMaGTj4g/s1600-h/home+alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505387408083138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvAz27VyMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fvJSMaGTj4g/s200/home+alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvAznX4T9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hKd7Qr11plM/s1600-h/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505383232819154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvAznX4T9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hKd7Qr11plM/s200/cool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvAz0iUmfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wPLoy1X5Lj8/s1600-h/free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505386766277106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvAz0iUmfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wPLoy1X5Lj8/s200/free.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOu_Z4_61_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/fvJuxxDPfpk/s1600-h/rat+tail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503841775933426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOu_Z4_61_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/fvJuxxDPfpk/s200/rat+tail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOu_OrN473I/AAAAAAAAAEA/hHjTTXCAdWs/s1600-h/baywatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503649097871218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOu_OrN473I/AAAAAAAAAEA/hHjTTXCAdWs/s200/baywatch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-536211604189751067?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/536211604189751067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=536211604189751067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/536211604189751067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/536211604189751067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-things-that-remind-me-of-childhood.html' title='A few things that remind me of childhood.'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOvBUjSSU8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/TcErTSCE7uI/s72-c/sandlot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-2908981618387067163</id><published>2008-10-06T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently when your name Is in the tagged question you are somehow obligated to fill this out?</title><content type='html'>Tagged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached or Single? Single.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend? My brother Kevlar&lt;br /&gt;Cake or Pie? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheeseCAKE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Day of Choice? Friday cause I have to work, but there is no school!&lt;br /&gt;Essential Item? I like to think I am not that attached to anything, so I would say food. Or a toothbrush. Or both (can I do that)&lt;br /&gt;Flavor of Ice Cream? Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Gummy Bears or Worms? Sour Gummy Worms Oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;Hometown? Oak Ridge, born and raised up&lt;br /&gt;Indulgences? eating out&lt;br /&gt;January or July? Depends in Jan I would say July. In July Ill say Jan.&lt;br /&gt;Kids? No, but I do love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Ella Rose&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie I saw in a Theater? That one with Don &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chealde&lt;/span&gt; and Jeff Daniels ( the guy from dumb and dumber) I think it was called traitor or something. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; good&lt;br /&gt;Middle Name? Douglas&lt;br /&gt;Number of Siblings? One Brother One Sister and One Sis-in-law, she counts&lt;br /&gt;Oranges or Apples? I can't choose&lt;br /&gt;Phobia or Fear? Spiders, snakes (2 words Black Mamba), heights, failure, being alone forever, gosh I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it, wait, sharks, and maybe dolphins&lt;br /&gt;Quote? "You gotta fake it to make it." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Probably "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; delivered"&lt;br /&gt;Reason to Smile? Life is good&lt;br /&gt;Season? Spring and fall&lt;br /&gt;Tag five more:  Jaime, Misty,Jenn, Roscoe and Sandra&lt;br /&gt;Unknown Fact About Me? Sometimes when food is really good I cry&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals? Red Medium Rare Meat&lt;br /&gt;Worst Habit? biting fingernails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Xrays&lt;/span&gt; or Ultrasounds? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even know there was a difference and now I do thank you Marissa, Ultrasounds use sound waves, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Xrays&lt;/span&gt; use radiation - you decide, unless of course you have a broken bone that needs repaired or a mass you need examined -- then you forget about the radiation... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what any of this really means.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite Food? Enchilada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Suiza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Mas&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac? Virgo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-2908981618387067163?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2908981618387067163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=2908981618387067163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/2908981618387067163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/2908981618387067163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/apparently-when-your-name-is-in-tagged.html' title='Apparently when your name Is in the tagged question you are somehow obligated to fill this out?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-6771153916721218501</id><published>2008-10-03T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love without Conditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOaBnbQRuMI/AAAAAAAAACo/TJdVSoTIpKY/s1600-h/2008-06+Justin-+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253028529705171138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOaBnbQRuMI/AAAAAAAAACo/TJdVSoTIpKY/s320/2008-06+Justin-+041.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go into the world and preach the good news! Then leave them starving, dirty, sick, dying, and uneducated. I know this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t what the Bible says but this is what our actions say. At what point did it become okay to hang the message of salvation over someone’s head, offering them food or medical care in return for a meaningless prayer. Without slamming anyone directly, I would like to bring attention to the misconception that by going somewhere and having somebody repeat a prayer after you makes a difference at all. People are dying. What means more to them, food or a pointless notion they know nothing about? If I was hungry or sick and someone told me that if I repeat after them I could have free food or medicine, of course I would say or do anything they asked. Gandhi once said “There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” When did human life become cheapened by the idea of eternal life? Believe me I am not saying in any way that we should stop evangelizing. I am saying that way people do things now is really screwed up.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOaBnNXS6XI/AAAAAAAAACg/Wyq7h9_G88E/s1600-h/DSCN0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is selfish and self-gratifying. I have heard people come back from trips overseas exclaiming that they led, insert exaggerated number here, to the Lord. I never respond this way, but I would like to say, that’s awesome but how many people will hunger no more because of you. Can you guarantee their quality of life was improved by your visit? Will you have a continued relationship with them? Do they even know who Jesus is after you leave? “Gandhi also said ‘Act, but seek not the fruit of you actions.’ Your actions flow out of who you are, that’s the fruit. It’s a bit like being in love-when love just flows to the person you are in love with.” So I ask, what is the point of being kind for selfish reasons? Is that really giving at all? I know this is a crazy concept but maybe we should just give food because they are hungry,clothe because they are naked, educate because they are uneducated, clean because they are dirty, help because they are helpless, and love because they are unloved.&lt;br /&gt;So I would like to challenge everyone who may come across this lame blog of mine. Open your eyes and look for people to help, but do it because you care. Not so everyone will know of all the good and great things you have accomplished. The Bible explains clearly "Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress.” "Defend the cause of the fatherless and the widow, and love the alien, giving him food and clothing." There is poverty everywhere, Mother Teresa explains “The greatest disease in the West today is not TB or Leprosy; it is being unwanted, unloved, and uncared for. We can cure physical diseases with medicine, but the only cure for loneliness despair and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread but there are many more dying for a little love. The poverty in the West is a different kind of poverty-it is not only a poverty of loneliness but also spirituality. There’s a hunger for love, there’s a hunger for God.”&lt;br /&gt;So love recklessly. Love without conditions. This speaks much louder than any prayer any one could ever deliver.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOaBnPRYJoI/AAAAAAAAACY/NUP4bfvUEjU/s1600-h/Linda+Charlene+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Through a previous convo. with Jenn, this blog came to pass. I love that my friends can sit around and throw ideas around without any judgemental attitudes! Even though most the time I say something crazy and have to take it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-6771153916721218501?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6771153916721218501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=6771153916721218501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/6771153916721218501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/6771153916721218501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-without-conditions.html' title='Love without Conditions'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SOaBnbQRuMI/AAAAAAAAACo/TJdVSoTIpKY/s72-c/2008-06+Justin-+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-1067859651332216049</id><published>2008-10-02T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This was supposed to be my first blog...Just in Time</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting here watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Simpson's (not really I am actually in my office on lunch break of course, but when I originally wrote this the Simpson's was on)&lt;/span&gt;. Thinking that there must be a better way to waste my time, so I thought to myself, I should start a blog! Okay so maybe blogging isn't that much of a waste of time. Blogging seems to be a creative way to express yourself. It brings you closer to people who you may not know that well. And it sure brings joy to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pcl&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mwoa&lt;/span&gt; office often.&lt;br /&gt;I have read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; blog over the past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' bit and caught myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, that means laugh out loud for those of you who aren't so hip, at Jaime's blog many times with those crazy stories about Ms. Mary and such. I would like to say that I recently had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of meeting Ms. Mary, and by meeting I mean I waved at her from a distance. She did talk back though, she screamed at Jaime calling her a &lt;a href="mailto:B@&amp;amp;%"&gt;B@&amp;amp;%&lt;/a&gt;! as well as telling us that she was not going to smile or wave today. So FYI those stories are all very true. While reading Marissa's I got a chance to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; about the good 'ol days. I thought about how wonderful it is to welcome someone to my family who I share so many wonderful memories with. By the way I would like to take just a moment to thank Marissa for reminding of my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FCA&lt;/span&gt; Eagle's basketball nickname, that has later in life, and much more importantly, became the name of my new blog. So today (not really today, but pretend this is my first blog) I caved. It's a blog about the life of Justin D. Bunch. In all seriousness I do hope my blog brings everyone else as much joy as their blogs have given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-1067859651332216049?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1067859651332216049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=1067859651332216049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/1067859651332216049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/1067859651332216049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-was-supposed-to-be-my-first.html' title='This was supposed to be my first blog...Just in Time'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-3643495910864041894</id><published>2008-09-25T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts During A Long Run...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNxANU1znFI/AAAAAAAAABs/5A4Ant_EVhM/s1600-h/half+marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250141863284022354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNxANU1znFI/AAAAAAAAABs/5A4Ant_EVhM/s320/half+marathon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 1. This is going to be pretty easy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 2. Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; cool they have free stuff and bands @ every mile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 3. Hey a 5k isn't so bad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 4. Are you serious a guy in a wheelchair just finished&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 5. Ugh this gel pack just made me throw up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 6. Oh my gosh I am just half way there! Jesus please let it rain!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 7. It is really hot... this hurts really bad, hey was that a 8 year old girl?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 8. Wait a second I am going to make it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 9. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not going to make it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 10. I am not running a marathon...I am not here...I am at home sitting in my recliner watching TV, this is all a dream. Did that guy seriously just offer me a beer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 11. 2 More to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 12. Sweet Jesus what have I signed myself up for&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mile 13. I just wanna lay down...where can I sit...oh more free stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-3643495910864041894?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3643495910864041894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=3643495910864041894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/3643495910864041894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/3643495910864041894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts-during-long-run.html' title='Random Thoughts During A Long Run...'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNxANU1znFI/AAAAAAAAABs/5A4Ant_EVhM/s72-c/half+marathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031068349584170124.post-4663279317637089206</id><published>2008-09-24T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:32.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNr0BIlg9kI/AAAAAAAAABI/zop2sQWCUWk/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249776615975614018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNr0BIlg9kI/AAAAAAAAABI/zop2sQWCUWk/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..."But it's not even mine!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031068349584170124-4663279317637089206?l=justinbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4663279317637089206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6031068349584170124&amp;postID=4663279317637089206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/4663279317637089206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031068349584170124/posts/default/4663279317637089206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00082041751319369900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNrw1cHbqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eedFONMICHI/S220/justin+umbrella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCA4eIZUsDU/SNr0BIlg9kI/AAAAAAAAABI/zop2sQWCUWk/s72-c/IMG_0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
