<?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-1324722352731797731</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:46:06.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O, For A Thousand Tounges To Sing</title><subtitle type='html'>These are my thoughts and my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-2265064428962335411</id><published>2009-05-10T12:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:17:54.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the clippers game</title><content type='html'>decided to take a few gc guys to &lt;a href="http://columbus.clippers.milb.com/index.jsp?sid=t445"&gt;the clippers&lt;/a&gt; game last night. my boss has been telling its fun and cheap, so i said what the hay, lets go. drove down to the grove, picked up the twins and texas and headed to &lt;a href="http://www.huntingtonparkcolumbus.com/?sid=t445"&gt;huntington park&lt;/a&gt;.  this place was unreal, i agree with &lt;a href="http://www.ballparkdigest.com/visits/index.html?article_id=1422"&gt;the critics&lt;/a&gt;, it might be the best ballpark is all of pro baseball right now. $6 for standing room tickets is great, you are only 17 rows up from the field; this is far better than sitting in the nose bleed at great american for $5. the concession prices were reasonable, and thank god they serve pepsi. oh, and the clippers won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights:&lt;br /&gt;-we got there early, so there was a pre-game concert, the leader singer, a lady, was terrible, we laughed at her (too loud probably)&lt;br /&gt;-watched some guy get drilled in the eye by a foul ball, the system for needing ems when someone is injured is quite simple, just wave your hat in a circular motion&lt;br /&gt;-found some girl from gc whose dad paid $100 for four tickets for first row seats, it was her younger brother's bday and they were sold out, so daddy bought the kid $25/person tickets&lt;br /&gt;-made fun of pawtucket fans and players all night&lt;br /&gt;-after the 6th inning for first row seats (a section over from our friend and her family) for free&lt;br /&gt;-dropped my sunglasses on the field&lt;br /&gt;-watched some cameraman have a heartattack (this what the drunk guys next to us told us) and the game got delayed for 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-asked the left outfielder for a ball for three staight innings (never got one)&lt;br /&gt;-watched two old men get hammered and look like fools&lt;br /&gt;-oh and the clippers won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story, GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324722352731797731-2265064428962335411?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/2265064428962335411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=2265064428962335411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/2265064428962335411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/2265064428962335411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/05/clippers-game.html' title='the clippers game'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-8218398475844934621</id><published>2009-05-03T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:29:41.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy week</title><content type='html'>this week may have been one of the more crazier weeks i have had in quite some time, whats more crazy is that for some people this would have been a slow week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday at club was the most discombobulated young life event i have been at in eight years, or since my introduction to the ministry. i'm out some money, someone lit off a stink bomb, no planing was done; it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go back out to VA this weekend. we, dylan and i, accomplished our goal of finding the &lt;a href="http://www.centerfornationalresponse.com/about/history/history.html"&gt;memorial tunnel&lt;/a&gt; (now my life is complete). but, as soon as you cross over the river into wv, you come into ravenswood. ravenswood has a town slogan: where character counts. this might be the most embrassing thing i have ever seen a town display, this town wants to be remembered by their citizens' character, strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324722352731797731-8218398475844934621?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/8218398475844934621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=8218398475844934621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/8218398475844934621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/8218398475844934621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-week.html' title='crazy week'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-1349907962441694564</id><published>2009-04-26T15:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:06:15.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hidden secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;have you ever been living somewhere for an extended period of time and not known about fun things to do around you? its been four years of living in columbus and finally while wrapping up my senior year of college i have started to "explore" columbus and done some pretty fun things around the city, that shake up the normal, boring college life. even if you get drunk every night of the week, its still boring...so here is a list of fun things i have gotten to do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-buckeye baseball games. osu students get into mens baseball games for free and there are good, ranked nationally this year. food is cheaper than football games and all the seats are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;-funny bone comedy club at easton. a good date place if your 21+, quality humor and cheap if you get tickets through osu.&lt;br /&gt;-big bang bar in the arena district. live dueling piano music, an awesome experience if your 21+; but, a bit of a hit in the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;-driving around columbus at night, driving through uptown westerville or through bexley/downtown at night is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;-$3 burgers at brazenhead wednesdays....best burgers in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it. go outside of the bubble.&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/1324722352731797731-1349907962441694564?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/1349907962441694564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=1349907962441694564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/1349907962441694564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/1349907962441694564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/04/hidden-secrets.html' title='hidden secrets'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-563632695171982638</id><published>2009-04-20T16:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:57:45.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fmylife.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;***Caution: Some of this post is for a PG-13 audience***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend &lt;a href="http://charlesberlepschforespn.blogspot.com/"&gt;alex&lt;/a&gt; introduced me the most re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;volution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ary website last week: &lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;fmylife.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of favorite stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I received my passport in the mail. They got my birthdate wrong. Then I picked up my birth certificate that I had sent in with the application. Turns out my parents have been celebrating my birthday on the wrong day for 16 years. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this really attractive woman that I've known for years told me that when I can have sex with her standing up, she'll have sex with me. I'm confined to a wheelchair. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my mom : "You and your dad like all the same foods right? Try this for me", she then proceeds to give me a strawberry flavored jelly. I say that it tastes good and ask what she gave me. "It's my new nipple cream, I want to surprise your dad tonight." FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had drunk sex with a girl that I barely know. I didn't have a condom and was nervous about getting her pregnant, but she assured me that I could pull out. Right when I was about to pull out, she wrapped her legs around me and yelled "BE MY BABY'S DADDY!" I couldn't get out in time. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my first girlfriend of over 3 years left me for another guy. She said she's looking for someone who can financially provide for her in the future. The dude owns a T-Mobile kiosk. I'm going to medical school. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I checked my facebook, and my wife of 5 years was listed as single. I then write on her wall that it is ok to announce to be married. She writes back saying that we have to talk and to come to the kitchen. My wife divorced me over facebook. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's my 18th birthday. My parents got me a $5 gift certificate to Itunes. It came for free with the iPhone they just bought my sister for her middle school graduation. FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324722352731797731-563632695171982638?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/563632695171982638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=563632695171982638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/563632695171982638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/563632695171982638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/04/fmylifecom.html' title='fmylife.com'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-674961274882936481</id><published>2009-04-12T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:48:22.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the oval</title><content type='html'>i have come to love the oval at &lt;a href="http://www.osu.edu"&gt;ohio state&lt;/a&gt; this year. i hate some of the stuff that goes on at the oval, but from a sociological perspective it is fascinating. strangers cross paths and impact lives forever. random convos start about religion, a stranger tosses another stranger his frisbee back, a man brings his dog with him to hit on cute girls, tour groups walk through and high school kids wish they had this everyday, coupons and fliers are distributed, free crap is handed out to poor college. it is freakin awesome to see the exchange of goods and services that occur on this plot of land, that hasnt been comprised in decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i eluded to earlier, there are some things i hate about the oval:&lt;br /&gt;-stupid, dumb &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_campus_preachers"&gt;campus "preachers"&lt;/a&gt;, these guys (for the most part) are terrible and give the worst image of christianity to non-believersl i find their christianity unappealing and univiting&lt;br /&gt;-i am sick and tired of usg people standing there begging you to vote for them&lt;br /&gt;-the biggest issue is these crazy college girls that lay out on the oval in their bikinis and just seek the attention of guys. it is odd, i didnt see any sand on the oval or any water, so what makes it okay to lay out there...go to mirror lake where you can jump in when it gets too hot. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;side note: i was talking to my mom about this, she is very modest, but she sees nothing wrong with this, she said she use to lay out in the quads at bg, i was stunned and threw up in my mouth a little, i still love you though mom&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side notes:&lt;br /&gt;went home for easter, best decision of my college carrer&lt;br /&gt;made two sweet &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/brianpackert"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; videos this week&lt;br /&gt;ate a lot of wendys double stacks this week, the are awesome&lt;br /&gt;and, a stranger thought my &lt;a href="http://www.lauraclowson.blogspot.com"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; and i were dating, we laughed at him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324722352731797731-674961274882936481?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/674961274882936481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=674961274882936481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/674961274882936481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/674961274882936481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/04/oval.html' title='the oval'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-5187891152365094495</id><published>2009-04-05T19:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:57:00.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a great week</title><content type='html'>after a rough spring break, this week has been very refreshing and exciting, lets break it down by day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: new quarter = new work hours = new friendships with folks at oxbn. 8 hrs there in one day is rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: my last quarter of classes could have no been complete without a class taught by &lt;a href="http://comparativestudies.osu.edu/people/person.cfm?ID=450"&gt;lindsey jones&lt;/a&gt;, this is the third class i have had with this guy...tough but fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: photo scavagener hunt with GCHS YL. this was one of the best nights i have ever had being in grove city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: i found out one of my classes consists of revising a paper i have already written and turning that in, what a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: no work. no class. (every friday). ps. i havent had friday class since my freshman year of college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: my coleader got married, lauren hoxie is now lauren perry. it was a great wedding, awesome party afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: placement day. it was a pleasure to welcome ben pappalardo and erin gerber to &lt;a href="http://sites.younglife.org/sites/GroveCity/Open%20Content%20Pages/Meet%20The%20Leaders.aspx"&gt;team grove city&lt;/a&gt;, its was fun to hang out with them and it will be a blast to watch them grow at gc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324722352731797731-5187891152365094495?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/5187891152365094495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=5187891152365094495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/5187891152365094495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/5187891152365094495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-week.html' title='a great week'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-930185573905260181</id><published>2009-03-29T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:15:18.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break 09</title><content type='html'>i have never had an actual spring break, you know the ones where college students go to florida and lay on the beach for a week and get drunk every night...ya, that has never been me. its weird to think that next year there will not be this designating week set off in my schedule to permit traveling or relaxing; college does not do a great job of preparing you for real world life. alright, so if i have never gone anywhere fancy before...what did i do for four years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freshman yr: went home and worked&lt;br /&gt;sophomore yr: went home and worked&lt;br /&gt;junior yr: sat on my ass in columbus and attempted to be better young life leader&lt;br /&gt;senior yr: 1. went to &lt;a href="http://www.rockbridge.younglife.org"&gt;rockbridge&lt;/a&gt; to work a weekend and do some training 2. saw &lt;a href="http://www.wvnstv.com/story.cfm?func=viewstory&amp;amp;storyid=55120"&gt;two dead people on the highway&lt;/a&gt; (this is perhaps the craziest thing ever) 3. cleaned my house 4. cooked food 5. went home to see my puppy and the folks 6. ate at &lt;a href="http://www.thejug.com"&gt;the jug&lt;/a&gt; (thank god john ridge has too much money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring break has always been overrated in my book, i got paid money for my break. and, i love cooking for people; the idea of entraining others is fun for me, i enjoy it (almost too much). just ten more weeks of classes and daddy's health insurance is done, oh the joys of college being over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324722352731797731-930185573905260181?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/930185573905260181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=930185573905260181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/930185573905260181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/930185573905260181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-09.html' title='spring break 09'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-7568272054494769647</id><published>2009-03-22T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:29:58.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trips to goshen</title><content type='html'>so, anytime i come out to goshen, va to work at rockbridge i travel through beckley, west virginia. beckley, wv is best known to many of us for tamarack, or the best of west virginia. now for all you young life people, tamarack is not the service plaza right off of i64 that has the most expensive, worst fast food ever. tamarack is behind the service center, its got the giant ugly red roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamarack is unique in several ways:&lt;br /&gt;1. west virginia has decided it is okay to advertise for this joint as soon you enter into wv, even if you are two hours away&lt;br /&gt;2. in all of west virginia, apparently there is nothing better than tamarack, they claim they are the best of west virginia. can this really be true?&lt;br /&gt;3. the two times i have gone, i see nothing but old people there. its like bingo hall on tuesday nights.&lt;br /&gt;4. the display of crafts, while some are impressive, is lame. its like the quilt sale your church has ever year and you hate when when your mom and aunt drag you along.&lt;br /&gt;5. they claim to have an greenbrier hotel-trained chef, who needs a top quality chef when you got sbarros pizza 100 feet away?&lt;br /&gt;6. lets be honest, the roof? really?&lt;br /&gt;7. they now have a conference center, i am waiting until crock has a regional weekend there, man that would be loads of fun. (maybe even a fall weekend, kids could have war games in the parking lot dodging semis).&lt;br /&gt;8. i pray that the gates of heaven resemble tamarack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/Scbz7hNV9UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9Mi7x5kDGI8/s1600-h/TamarackWV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/Scbz7hNV9UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9Mi7x5kDGI8/s320/TamarackWV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204614009615682" 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/1324722352731797731-7568272054494769647?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/7568272054494769647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=7568272054494769647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/7568272054494769647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/7568272054494769647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/03/trips-to-goshen.html' title='trips to goshen'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/Scbz7hNV9UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9Mi7x5kDGI8/s72-c/TamarackWV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-9077436476339498837</id><published>2009-03-15T13:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:05:06.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Faux Pas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/Sb1BJ_S26uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/64U8-PlvQxY/s1600-h/3332358867_9cb3a7a9fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/Sb1BJ_S26uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/64U8-PlvQxY/s320/3332358867_9cb3a7a9fe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313474775232211682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into work this week and one my of coworkers is wearing her required polo and ballcap, but she had on leggings as pants.  Since when was leggings an acceptable form of pants? The whole thing looks trashy, my apologies to my dearest friends that might stumble upon this blog and wear only leggings, but seriously consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men just stare at the girl wearing leggings, motioning "the hell is this?"&lt;br /&gt;2. Panty lines are unavoidable&lt;br /&gt;3. Most girls are so cheap they buy the most thin pair ever and thus every ounce skin is visible if the leggings are stretched the slightest amount&lt;br /&gt;4. Why would you ever consider not covering your chiseled butt, no one wants to see the protrusion of your ass muscles.&lt;br /&gt;5. What would happen if men just started wearing long johns around with no other coverings? The huge bulge would be the greatest thing since sliced cheese.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/Sb1DPsbu9MI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Qwicg9ujFJk/s1600-h/long+johns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/Sb1DPsbu9MI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Qwicg9ujFJk/s320/long+johns.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313477072271635650" 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/1324722352731797731-9077436476339498837?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/9077436476339498837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=9077436476339498837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/9077436476339498837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/9077436476339498837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/03/fashion-faux-pas.html' title='Fashion Faux Pas'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/Sb1BJ_S26uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/64U8-PlvQxY/s72-c/3332358867_9cb3a7a9fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-3201935075668657058</id><published>2009-03-08T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:02:45.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new things in life</title><content type='html'>the finding of mr. holldand's opus on dvd&lt;br /&gt;matt chandler sermons&lt;br /&gt;the love for cooking&lt;br /&gt;finding a shampoo that works&lt;br /&gt;vitamin water - sync&lt;br /&gt;cheap dvds at target&lt;br /&gt;hats&lt;br /&gt;calling grandparents weekly&lt;br /&gt;job hunting/praying&lt;br /&gt;craves for sweets&lt;br /&gt;bandaids&lt;br /&gt;messy beds&lt;br /&gt;piling of dirty clothes&lt;br /&gt;cleaner car interiors&lt;br /&gt;potty mouth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324722352731797731-3201935075668657058?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/3201935075668657058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=3201935075668657058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/3201935075668657058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/3201935075668657058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-things-in-life.html' title='new things in life'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324722352731797731.post-7619403186442938752</id><published>2009-03-01T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:53:59.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>Lets begin round two of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder at times who gets to have the "cool jobs" of society. Who gets to paint lines on a road and determine where people go? Who gets to type emails that everyone at OSU receives once a week? Who gets to be the camera operator at a sporting event and determine who gets on the kiss cam? Who gets to determine what price a Chipotle burrito can be, because that stuff is getting out of control? Who gets to press the button that drops the ball on NYE? As a soon-to-be college graduate, I seek one of these fun jobs, why labor in a cubicle when you could work in the great wilderness of Virginia or get paid to survive a week in the Amazon and have everyone think you are insane? Monster.com needs to a create a subsite that offers kick-ass job opportunites, I would visit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324722352731797731-7619403186442938752?l=brianpackert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/feeds/7619403186442938752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324722352731797731&amp;postID=7619403186442938752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/7619403186442938752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324722352731797731/posts/default/7619403186442938752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpackert.blogspot.com/2009/03/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start'/><author><name>Brian Packert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152765358646863447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wbfKSxUVjBA/SAVKQZHV_HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Tmzxs01o-ww/S220/Brothers.01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
