<?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-36226173</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:50:44.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Control</title><subtitle type='html'>So many things...so little time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-2602003336527905317</id><published>2007-04-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:10:29.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a new post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RiA4AmmsMmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zexxp0CzZOg/s1600-h/Dave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053100364923679330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RiA4AmmsMmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zexxp0CzZOg/s200/Dave.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it is...a new post. I know its been months since my last post, for my 2 readers, i apologize. Life is so buzy, I am finishing my degree this semester and I have 2 more exams to go. I just finished one today and the weekend has started with a canuck's game. Good time to have some fun juice if u know what i mean. Besides school, life is good, meeting tons of people and enjoying myself quite thoroughly. My birthday was fun, spent it with some good peeps, got a little tipsy, and hugged a guy. Its ok, he enjoyed it too. I had fun goin to victoria for a day with mandeep and weeing my parents and my sisters family. It was good times. I am waitin to see if i have gotten into UBC's teaching program and I hope and pray that it will happen soon. I am lookin for a summer job and still dont know what I am goin to do but hey, que sera.....sera. I have also started to play softball with my brothers church's team and have been loving that. I got 6 homeruns and 4 strike outs at the ice breaker tourny. Anything else i forgot i will write at a later date. So leave a comment let me know ur thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-2602003336527905317?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/2602003336527905317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=2602003336527905317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/2602003336527905317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/2602003336527905317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-new-post.html' title='Finally a new post'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RiA4AmmsMmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zexxp0CzZOg/s72-c/Dave.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-5483876403778792420</id><published>2007-02-16T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:18:32.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j160/sparkii82/520245749_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j160/sparkii82/520245749_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.t-shirthumor.com/Merchant2/graphics/fullsize/goog_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.t-shirthumor.com/Merchant2/graphics/fullsize/goog_lg.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for a riddle:&lt;br /&gt;What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-5483876403778792420?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/5483876403778792420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=5483876403778792420' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/5483876403778792420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/5483876403778792420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-now-for-riddle-what-can-run-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-5479950314306621796</id><published>2007-01-30T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:45:39.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joy of assignments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RcA7Am1E08I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vTxH2VV7hGI/s1600-h/goodforu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026082065754674114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RcA7Am1E08I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vTxH2VV7hGI/s200/goodforu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I decided that I hate reading! I knew before that I didn't really like reading all that much but now since I have to read like 15 chapters a week for school...I hate reading! Even though some of the stuff that I am reading is interesting...I dont have the patience to sit down and read. As soon as I start reading after maybe a paragraph I get so bored or so sleepy that everything that I read from that point on just goes in one and ear and out the other. Then I have to go back and reread the page that I just flipped. What a waste of valuable time that could have been spent somewhere else doing something WAY better. So for all you readers out there....all the power to you. Hope that goes well for you and when you have a spare moment, maybe you can read my stuff and paraphrase for me :) So I hope your life is goin great and that God is doing a miracle in your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-5479950314306621796?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/5479950314306621796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=5479950314306621796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/5479950314306621796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/5479950314306621796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-joy-of-assignments.html' title='Oh the joy of assignments!'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RcA7Am1E08I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vTxH2VV7hGI/s72-c/goodforu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-1048554502552452881</id><published>2007-01-25T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:19:23.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Rbmm8rBf-fI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vpofxEse3Bo/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Rbmm8rBf-fI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vpofxEse3Bo/s200/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024230420579875314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I have not posted in a while...so here I go.  I am taking five courses this semester at UCFV and I cannot wait for April already, when I will finally graduate with my B.Sc with a Math Major.  I am taking a some interesting classes as well as crappy hard classes. The holidays were ok but nothing to brag about, this month I have done work homework and assignments then I ever have since I have started school. Meaning I hardly have a social life.  I used to be able to go to drop in volleyball three times a week, now only once. On the other hand, I play squash twice a week with my freind Val who offers quite the compitition. I cannot attend my young adults at CLCC because of night classes which also really sucks. I have night classes three times a week. I have an 8:30am class which also really sucks. Good news now.... My parents are comin out this weekend to celebrate the birthdays of my nephew and niece andI have made a "myspace" webpage with the help of a friend named Jamie.  You can visit me at: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/izbicki"&gt;www.myspace.com/izbicki&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you people reading this, leave a comment, tell me about yourself, ideas, thoughts, wishes, dreams....leave a messege, THANKS!! &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-1048554502552452881?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1048554502552452881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=1048554502552452881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/1048554502552452881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/1048554502552452881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-i-have-not-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Rbmm8rBf-fI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vpofxEse3Bo/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-6443817603202541740</id><published>2007-01-14T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:17:29.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of the holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Raq1kbBf97I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qE3PqdDQs50/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Raq1kbBf97I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qE3PqdDQs50/s160/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess that I should have explained who these peeps are.... The cute boy on the top is my sis's younger son Jacob, then theres my dad with tissue paper on his head, then theres my goofy brother getting in the way of the picture i was goin to take.  And finally theres my brother's youngest daughter Gabriella.  Theres more fam to come so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Raq1krBf98I/AAAAAAAAABE/-GQosMqdGlM/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Raq1krBf98I/AAAAAAAAABE/-GQosMqdGlM/s160/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Raq1krBf99I/AAAAAAAAABM/PbP-e44q_04/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Raq1krBf99I/AAAAAAAAABM/PbP-e44q_04/s160/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Raq1k7Bf9-I/AAAAAAAAABU/nk3baJK1Igo/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Raq1k7Bf9-I/AAAAAAAAABU/nk3baJK1Igo/s160/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-6443817603202541740?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6443817603202541740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=6443817603202541740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/6443817603202541740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/6443817603202541740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2007/01/pics-of-holidays.html' title='Pics of the holidays'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Raq1kbBf97I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qE3PqdDQs50/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-6609849268722712811</id><published>2007-01-05T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:44:51.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9hAMfSBuI/AAAAAAAAABU/_0XHxwavdHI/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016835165894346466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9hAMfSBuI/AAAAAAAAABU/_0XHxwavdHI/s200/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9hAsfSBvI/AAAAAAAAABc/zW1OHoO47rw/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016835174484281074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9hAsfSBvI/AAAAAAAAABc/zW1OHoO47rw/s200/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9ByMfSBqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TgcsgwDyN5k/s1600-h/PC190009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016800840515716770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9ByMfSBqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TgcsgwDyN5k/s200/PC190009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some pics from the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9HGsfSBsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZnzbyAZZ1gg/s1600-h/PC190010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016806690261173954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9HGsfSBsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZnzbyAZZ1gg/s200/PC190010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9Et8fSBrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_BFEi_h3F5Q/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016804066036156082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9Et8fSBrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_BFEi_h3F5Q/s200/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9AbsfSBpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7Ue1kMUp5mA/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016799354457032338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9AbsfSBpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7Ue1kMUp5mA/s200/DSC00027.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/36226173-6609849268722712811?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6609849268722712811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=6609849268722712811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/6609849268722712811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/6609849268722712811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-are-some-pics-from-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/RZ9hAMfSBuI/AAAAAAAAABU/_0XHxwavdHI/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-4115753585544985857</id><published>2007-01-03T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:31:07.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/games/archives/images/interesting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/games/archives/images/interesting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright...I know, its about time I wrote a new post. Well the holidays were fun, not really eventful but got some stuff saw some movies and had some fun. Now I am home gettin ready for the last semester of my B.Sc. FINALLY!! Now all I have to do is get accepted into a pdp (teaching ) program at a university. I have applied at UVIC already and am goin to apply at UBC as well. Trinity was a hope but apparently doesnt have a secondary program. Malaspina only has a stupid 1 1/2 - 2 year program. forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after all that I hope whoever is reading this that you are enjoyin the last bit of holidays and hope that this year God Blesses you more than you can imagine. Best of love and life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-4115753585544985857?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/4115753585544985857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=4115753585544985857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/4115753585544985857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/4115753585544985857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2007/01/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-6456858762593910740</id><published>2006-12-06T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T03:03:50.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drizzle.com/~mdavis/uploaded_images/frustration-796895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.drizzle.com/~mdavis/uploaded_images/frustration-796895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate exam period...but I guess everyone does.... So want this semester to be over! want school to be over... I want so much but am so lazy to get the things done that need to get done. I cant wait to start my profession! Its funny how the people who I talk to that are in places I want to be....want to be in my situation. The marrieds want to be single.... people in their jobs want to be in school... and I want to be where they are. Then I am told that when I finally get to the place I want to be.... I will want to be where I am now... Needless to say.... this is a perdicament. And I dont want to hear anyone tell me about my spellin mistakes or how I started this sentence with 'and'. Math major...k ..... easy now... So u marrieds are goin to tell me to enjoy this time of being single? U people working.... are u goin to tell me to enjoy school? Well then I am tellin u to enjoy being married.... and enjoy working for a living... unless ur a blue collar worker....then go to school. Been there done that and thats y I am in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then there is my relationship with God... I want to go to the nations.... kind of hard while being a student and having lots of debt. Jesus said that we will greater things than He did. I want to do those things. Oooohhh for God to heal the sick through me! To bring into operation the gift of prophesy. I want to be so in tune with the Holy Spirit that God can touch peoples lives through me in powerful ways. I want ....I want ...I want... God says to set our minds on heavenly things... I want it all now... so just want to be there now... I do have patience and thats y I am not jumpin off something really high right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so tired...got an exam tomorrow, its goin to be great! Love life : Well heres wishin u  blessings upon blessings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-6456858762593910740?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6456858762593910740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=6456858762593910740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/6456858762593910740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/6456858762593910740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-exam-period.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-7660434361602160407</id><published>2006-11-26T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:16:25.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinc.sunysb.edu/Clubs/neuraxis/images/homers_brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sinc.sunysb.edu/Clubs/neuraxis/images/homers_brain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fine....for all u smart people......heres 2 riddles for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)Can u name 3&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;successive days without using the words: sunday, tuesday, thursday, or saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)I have a head and a tail but no body, I'm not a snake, what am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-7660434361602160407?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7660434361602160407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=7660434361602160407' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/7660434361602160407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/7660434361602160407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/11/fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-2859068881944965358</id><published>2006-11-25T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T16:43:58.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So life....aint it grand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.acclaimimages.com/_gallery/_SM2/0015-0409-0712-2428_SM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.acclaimimages.com/_gallery/_SM2/0015-0409-0712-2428_SM2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its amazing the twists and turns life brings.  So back to the drawing board, hope to get something right this time.  I love to c how past experiences can teach me about myself and those around me after but duing the experience one can be totally oblivious!  Sometimes u can only really c who a person is when certain circumstances arise.  Sometimes u can only truly c urself after certain events happen.   Sometimes you dont really know what u have till its gone.  The verse that came into my thoughts today that really touch my heart was: The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord.  I am a dreamer, and when I wake...This is an incomplete thought....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-2859068881944965358?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/2859068881944965358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=2859068881944965358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/2859068881944965358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/2859068881944965358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-lifeaint-it-grand.html' title='So life....aint it grand?'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-7135409544754155639</id><published>2006-11-23T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:34:45.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the window of my eyes......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/304/0/5/understand___by_create_illusions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="204" alt="" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/304/0/5/understand___by_create_illusions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Times such as this is so interesting to me. Everything becomes clearer lookin in hindsight. The weather discribes my emotions, and this song sings my thoughts. The clouds, bright sunshine, powerful winds, blue sky, all displayed in one day. This one of my most favorite songs, one: for the melody and two: for the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here r some of the lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a memory it falls&lt;br /&gt;Soft and warm contiuing&lt;br /&gt;Tapping on my roof and wall&lt;br /&gt;From the shelter of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Through the window of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I gaze beyond the rain drenched streets&lt;br /&gt;My mind's distracted and diffused&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are many miles away&lt;br /&gt;And a song I was writing is left undone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I spend my time&lt;br /&gt;Writing songs I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;With words that tear and strain to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;And so you see I have come to doubt&lt;br /&gt;All that I once held as true&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone without beliefs &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1149/4422/1600/309232/olbinski_18d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1149/4422/200/794553/olbinski_18d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only truth I know is you&lt;br /&gt;And as I watch the drops of rain&lt;br /&gt;Weave their weary paths and die&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am like the rain&lt;br /&gt;There but for the grace of you go I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know what song this is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-7135409544754155639?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7135409544754155639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=7135409544754155639' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/7135409544754155639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/7135409544754155639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/11/through-window-of-my-eyes.html' title='Through the window of my eyes......'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-5720458895939645224</id><published>2006-11-17T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:21:17.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drooker.com/paintings/images/Atlas-in-Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand" height="299" alt="" src="http://www.drooker.com/paintings/images/Atlas-in-Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is a choice so I've heard. Its amazing when you feel love for someone, but what about the times when you dont feel it? Is that what is meant about love is a choice? Really, what is love as a feeling? Is it just an emotional high? Do you compare the feelings to the excitement of a rollercoaster ride? Does it make you feel like you can conquer the world? Does it bring an inner peace or calmness? When do you know when you love someone? Is it when you get the feelings first? Or do you make the choice first? If it is the latter, what do you make the choice based upon? Love is such an interesting and controversial subject and the most sought for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-5720458895939645224?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/5720458895939645224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=5720458895939645224' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/5720458895939645224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/5720458895939645224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-is-choice-so-ive-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-116280706126679810</id><published>2006-11-06T01:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:11:25.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myjanee.com/gallery/drawings/feelings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.myjanee.com/gallery/drawings/feelings.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how personal feelings can build, tear, mislead, help, teach, and so much more.  Good Feelings that make you excited can be either a good thing or a bad thing. Upset feelings can also be the same.  So what is the proper way to interpret them?  What is the happy medium between acting on feelings and thoughts.  Are you better off in life to just make all your decisions with your brain or all with your heart?   When is it good to switch between your head and your heart?  When is it bad?  If I go through life analyzing every situation and basing my decisions on what I think instead of how I feel is life easier?  How are you supposed to analyze your feelings?  Is it possible to suppress all my feelings so that I can just make a logical decision about everything?  Is it better to just to make my decisions on how I feel?  If I am supposed to do both, when do I know whether I should decide with my heart or my brain?  Is my relationship with Jesus through my brain or my heart?  Do I ask Jesus into my brain or into my heart?  Can God talk to my brain...give me logical explinations to life's problems.  Do I get to know Jesus through my brain?  When I read the Bible is God speaking to my brain or my heart?  Am I supposed to guard my heart from not feeling a certain way?  Shut down my heart when I am in pain, hurt, sadness, dissapointment, abandonment, or rejection?  What is it like to have had walls around the heart for years and then let them down and start to be able to feel again?  How do you tell yourself not to feel the way you feel?  How do you tell someone else not to feel the way they are feeling?  How do you help someone who only knows how to stress or be anxious? For all u head people, give me some understanding about how u operate.  Do u ever experience true joy and excitement?  Can u love without reason or logic?  So many questions so little time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-116280706126679810?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/116280706126679810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=116280706126679810' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116280706126679810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116280706126679810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-amazing-how-personal_116280706126679810.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-116219599390113592</id><published>2006-10-30T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:11:25.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 easy riddles for u smart people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine that u r in a room with no doors or window, it has a ceiling and a floor.  U have nothing with u or in the room. How do u get out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the odd one out: first, second, third, forth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-116219599390113592?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/116219599390113592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=116219599390113592' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116219599390113592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116219599390113592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-easy-riddles-for-u-smart-people.html' title='2 easy riddles for u smart people'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-116188657922910708</id><published>2006-10-26T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:11:25.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Riddle</title><content type='html'>The beginning of eternity and the end of time and space. The beginning of every end, and the end of every place. What am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-116188657922910708?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/116188657922910708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=116188657922910708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116188657922910708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116188657922910708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-riddle.html' title='Another Riddle'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-116158490909431740</id><published>2006-10-22T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:11:20.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electronic Paper</title><content type='html'>opps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-116158490909431740?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/116158490909431740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=116158490909431740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116158490909431740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116158490909431740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/10/hidden-secret.html' title='Electronic Paper'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-116122733231721789</id><published>2006-10-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:11:24.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres a Riddle 4 U</title><content type='html'>David is throwing Jamie a surprise birthday party but he has to stay within his budget. He spent half of his money plus $2.00 on the cake. Half of what he had left plus $2.00 was spent on balloons and streamers. Then he spent half of what he had left plus $1.00 on candy. Now he is out of money, how much did he start with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-116122733231721789?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/116122733231721789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=116122733231721789' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116122733231721789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116122733231721789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-riddle-4-u.html' title='Heres a Riddle 4 U'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36226173.post-116115906603639874</id><published>2006-10-18T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:11:32.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to Bible Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36226173-116115906603639874?l=daveizbicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/feeds/116115906603639874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36226173&amp;postID=116115906603639874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116115906603639874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36226173/posts/default/116115906603639874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveizbicki.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-blog.html' title='Answers to Bible Trivia'/><author><name>Wilabee Izbicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719639286293477083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9b9n6DpjeRo/Ram7i7Bf95I/AAAAAAAAAAo/00k51ICnnuc/s160/DSC00141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
