<?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-6240855</id><updated>2011-12-22T08:20:42.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fletcher Chronicles (New and Improved)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-9005556161345278061</id><published>2008-01-21T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:02:41.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who is Back</title><summary type='text'>After nearly 3 years in hiding it was time to come back.  It only took me a month to figure out how to reclaim my blog and get it up and running again.  I am contemplating some new ideas and where to take this website.  I feel the need to keep blogging and get my ideas out there.  So many people know me from this site that it may be hard to get my real true thoughts and ideas out there like I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/9005556161345278061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=9005556161345278061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/9005556161345278061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/9005556161345278061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2008/01/look-who-is-back.html' title='Look Who is Back'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-112360547506255232</id><published>2005-08-09T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:37:55.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Changes</title><summary type='text'>I am deleting two of my blogs...."Fletch's Photo Blog" and "100 Things About Me" blog.  If you are interested in these two things, then read the entire blog and you can figure it out more than likely.  I never updated these things and they were just hanging out there doing nothing.Now that blogger lets you upload photos directly I will be going that route more often.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112360547506255232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=112360547506255232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/112360547506255232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/112360547506255232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-changes.html' title='More Changes'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-112360425202047114</id><published>2005-08-09T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:17:32.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New and Improved</title><summary type='text'>Today I decided that I should start updating the blog since I have gone almost 6 months without a post.  Several of my readers have been asking what has happened to it and if I was ever going to post again.I originally thought that I was going to let it fade off into cyberspace, but I have decided to let it go through a metamorphisis instead.  Lots of things have happened since March of this year</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112360425202047114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=112360425202047114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/112360425202047114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/112360425202047114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-and-improved.html' title='The New and Improved'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-111030561835333347</id><published>2005-03-08T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:13:38.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Website</title><summary type='text'>The new website it up and running. Please update your bookmarks or just jot it down somewhere.The new site is  www.fletchertrout.comYou can still get here the normal way but if there are any future changes it will all come from the main homepage.  I will put up a link, when neccessary, to take you back to the home page.Also please note the new email.  fletch@fletchertrout.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/111030561835333347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=111030561835333347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/111030561835333347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/111030561835333347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-website.html' title='New Website'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-111029705766086867</id><published>2005-03-08T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T07:50:57.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Website</title><summary type='text'>Here is a website that is kinda stupid yet still makes me laugh.Who would buy ThatYou gotta check this out.  It is a wevsite that lists junk that people have for sale on ebay.  I was checking it the other day and I saw 3 frogs in a menois de trois (not sure how to spell it) that some goofy red neck taxidermist did. The best part was that it actually sold.  Some retard was excited to get this in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/111029705766086867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=111029705766086867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/111029705766086867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/111029705766086867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/03/stupid-website.html' title='Stupid Website'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110986763625603934</id><published>2005-03-03T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T08:33:56.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Changes on the Horizon</title><summary type='text'>There are some new changes brewing here at the Fletcher Chronicles.I am sorry that I have been so busy that I haven't been able to update for several weeks, but that is just what happens sometimes.One thing that has happened is The Fletcher Chronicles is now off of the work system. It is completely free and clear of any work related systems and has its own dedicated system now.  The other thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110986763625603934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110986763625603934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110986763625603934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110986763625603934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-changes-on-horizon_110986763625603934.html' title='New Changes on the Horizon'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110986832655137796</id><published>2005-03-02T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T08:50:43.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Motorcycle</title><summary type='text'>  This is my new 2005 Yamaha FZ6</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110986832655137796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110986832655137796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110986832655137796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110986832655137796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-motorcycle.html' title='New Motorcycle'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110866040189799928</id><published>2005-02-17T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T09:13:21.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fletch is the Poker Champion</title><summary type='text'>Last night I stayed up pretty late, ok really late.  I have been playing poker on-line in with "FREE" chips.  No money involved just fake poker chips and my pride.  You have heard me lament on and on about how much fun it is and all that stuff. Well here is the deal, last night I found the tournament section of the site.  I used to think that you could only play one of the large tournaments with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110866040189799928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110866040189799928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110866040189799928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110866040189799928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/02/fletch-is-poker-champion.html' title='Fletch is the Poker Champion'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110865918651848936</id><published>2005-02-16T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T08:53:06.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Stanley is not wearing a Cup</title><summary type='text'>Well, it is official the NHL season is over.  Most Americans could care less about the wipe out of a season, but the Canuck Nation is in deep mourning today.  I would hate to see what would happen to Gary Bettman if he was loose in a dark alley in Canadia tonight.  The sad thing is that the game has never caught on in the markets that have NHL teams like Nashville, Phoenix and Dallas.  Sure it is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110865918651848936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110865918651848936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110865918651848936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110865918651848936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/02/lord-stanley-is-not-wearing-cup.html' title='Lord Stanley is not wearing a Cup'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110844595626798967</id><published>2005-02-14T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:39:16.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy VD</title><summary type='text'>Now there is a greeting that you don't want.  I mean you want the valentine's day one not the venereal disease comment.I hope all of you gave your special someone something nice and that you got something nice.  If you didn't you may want to think about what you are doing there.  I mean, I am just sayin'.This was a bit of a special day for mrs fletch and I.  This is the 10 year anniversary of her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110844595626798967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110844595626798967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110844595626798967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110844595626798967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-vd.html' title='Happy VD'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110836008407099095</id><published>2005-02-13T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:48:04.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Block</title><summary type='text'>I have been playing poker on line now for a few weeks.  If you haven't ventured over there, shame on you.  Click here to go there.There is a little bit of stuff to download and then you are ready.  They have got a cool search feature to find players, notes to keep on people you play and a chat feature to talk to those that are taking your money.I think it is hilarious the funny names people come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110836008407099095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110836008407099095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110836008407099095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110836008407099095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/02/writers-block.html' title='Writers Block'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110813628242725485</id><published>2005-02-11T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T07:38:02.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steriod Excitement vs. Baseball Tradition</title><summary type='text'>In case you haven't heard Jose Canseco, the money grubbing weasel that he is, has released a new book that is supposedly a tell all book about steroid users that he knew while in the game.  Jose has convinced himself that the game was out to get him for bringing steroids to the game.  How conceded must you be to thing that the 'game' has it in for you?In his book he claims that Jason Giambi, Mark</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110813628242725485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110813628242725485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110813628242725485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110813628242725485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/02/steriod-excitement-vs-baseball.html' title='Steriod Excitement vs. Baseball Tradition'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110799003001318772</id><published>2005-02-09T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:29:20.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker.....I barely know her</title><summary type='text'>I know that I haven't posted in a while and people are wondering what it is I have been doing with all of this spare time.  Well, I have converted my Blogging time into actual work time.  Come on you can't really believe that can you?  No, that isn't true at all. I have been spending my evenings playing poker on-line at Poker Stars.  Try it out it is pretty fun, even though some of these people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110799003001318772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110799003001318772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110799003001318772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110799003001318772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/02/pokeri-barely-know-her.html' title='Poker.....I barely know her'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110755967068483926</id><published>2005-02-04T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:27:50.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocs, Indians and Terrell Owens</title><summary type='text'>Here is what is making me mad today.  The SuperBowl and if TO is going to play or not.  Who frickin' cares?  I don't care if he plays or not.  Dude has a bum ankle how much of a difference could he actually make.  Secondly if you are TO why would you want to play?  Just to say you did play in the game?  What if you messed yourself up bad, then next thing you know you are pumping gas for a living.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110755967068483926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110755967068483926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110755967068483926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110755967068483926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/02/mocs-indians-and-terrell-owens.html' title='Mocs, Indians and Terrell Owens'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110547767038677098</id><published>2005-01-11T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:07:50.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto for Sale.....</title><summary type='text'>It is official I am listing the Beemer for sale.  No need to worry there isn't a big line of people out front trying to buy it right now.  I won't be trading it either.  I got a buddy whose family owns the Nissan Dealership and I had to leave laughing after their offer.  I can't beleive they can do that with a straight face, craziness.Here is the deal.  2003 BMW 325i, 22k mi, Sport and Premium </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110547767038677098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110547767038677098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110547767038677098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110547767038677098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/01/auto-for-sale.html' title='Auto for Sale.....'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110546599173969670</id><published>2005-01-11T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T09:53:11.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebay </title><summary type='text'>I was reading one of my favorite websites today (www.ilovebacon.com)(and yes I am too lazy to make that a link for you. Type it in to your browser or copy &amp; paste if you are as lazy as me).  Anyhow, there is a list of all these odd things for sale on ebay.I laughed myself silly until I almost crapped my pants.  I actually think I needed to go before I started laughing but can't be sure.  So I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110546599173969670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110546599173969670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110546599173969670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110546599173969670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/01/ebay.html' title='Ebay '/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110506469386130250</id><published>2005-01-06T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:29:17.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a game for the in-laws</title><summary type='text'>pic I saw this game at Hastings in my local town.  Thought it was pretty amazing that you could see this.  So I took a picture and then put it up here.Funny stuff if you asked me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110506469386130250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110506469386130250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110506469386130250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110506469386130250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-game-for-in-laws.html' title='Not a game for the in-laws'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110502640634814721</id><published>2005-01-06T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T07:46:46.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OU vs. Ashley</title><summary type='text'>The question here is during the Orange Bowl who was worse, OU Sooners or Ashley Simpson.  I am going to pick Ashley.  The difference is that OU actually has talent and can play some football.Poor Ashley sounded like a dying cat!  It was horrible, even I was booing in my living room!I think Mr. Simpson would be wise to take a note and not let Ashely out in public to sing again.  Stick to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110502640634814721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110502640634814721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110502640634814721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110502640634814721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/01/ou-vs-ashley.html' title='OU vs. Ashley'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110489251623646178</id><published>2005-01-04T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:39:31.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee Bank Sign</title><summary type='text'> I used to go to school in Murfreesboro, TN (MTSU), his obviously is a graduate of MTSU.  But in their defense that is how you say checking account in TN....'chicken'.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110489251623646178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110489251623646178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110489251623646178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110489251623646178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/01/tennessee-bank-sign.html' title='Tennessee Bank Sign'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110485980601180813</id><published>2005-01-04T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T09:30:06.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful what you wish for</title><summary type='text'>Here is another one of my favorite jokes.  I just have a hard time remembering the set up.  Thanks to www.ilovebacon.com for publishing it again.A man walks into a bar with a paper bag. He sits down and places the bag on the counter. The bartender walks up and asks what's in the bag. The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a little man, about one foot high and sets him on the counter. He</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110485980601180813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110485980601180813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110485980601180813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110485980601180813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/01/careful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='Careful what you wish for'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110476792959567339</id><published>2005-01-03T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T07:58:49.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Joke</title><summary type='text'>Ok here is one of my favorite jokes.A successful businessman flew to Vegas for the weekend to gamble. He lost the shirt off his back, and had nothing left but a quarter and the second half of his round trip ticket -- If he could just get to the airport he could get himself home. So he went out to the front of the casino where there was a cab waiting. He got in and explained his situation to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110476792959567339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110476792959567339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110476792959567339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110476792959567339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/01/favorite-joke.html' title='Favorite Joke'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110472677355052682</id><published>2005-01-02T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T20:32:53.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Movie Quotes</title><summary type='text'>Everyone has a favorite movie and loves to quote lines from that movie...the problem is that not everyone knows what you are talking about.  Someone pulled one on me the other day.  I thought I knew all the funny quotable lines from movies, but I didn't know this one.  Now I am going to have to go back and ask this person what the movie was, because I remember that I haven't seen it and what the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110472677355052682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110472677355052682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110472677355052682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110472677355052682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/01/funny-movie-quotes.html' title='Funny Movie Quotes'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110464072242980386</id><published>2005-01-01T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:38:42.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><summary type='text'>I ususally don't participate in the resolution thing, however this year I needed to stop a really bad habit.  I gave up dipping.  Not to impress anyone, but it just seemed like a good idea, plus the tax was going up again.  Now, I am not enuff of an activist to stop something because it would cost more or because of payining taxes, I just did it because.So now I am a little cranky.  Plus I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110464072242980386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110464072242980386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110464072242980386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110464072242980386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110464186916665459</id><published>2004-12-31T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:57:49.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Time</title><summary type='text'>Today it has been a bit of movie mania for me.  I watche 'Napoleon Dynamite' earlier and found it to be weird, but very funny.  If you haven't seen it go see it.I also saw "Meet the Fockers" tonite.  This was the funnies movie have seen in a while.  Do yourself a favor and watch the first movie, 'Meet the Parents' and then go pay your $7 to get Fockerized with Dustin Hoffman and Barbara </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110464186916665459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110464186916665459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110464186916665459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110464186916665459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/movie-time.html' title='Movie Time'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110418700191841146</id><published>2004-12-27T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:36:41.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly the Motorcycle</title><summary type='text'>I am still actively looking for a motorcycle.  Yes she already has a name she just needs to be located.  Financing has been secured, except I am waiting on one more piece of this to fall into place.  Not a big deal and should happen soon.Now seems to be a good a time as any to buy one.  There are some 2004 models left and some of the '05s have hit the showrooms. I am not sure what I am looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110418700191841146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110418700191841146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110418700191841146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110418700191841146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/molly-motorcycle.html' title='Molly the Motorcycle'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110400364995935759</id><published>2004-12-25T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T11:40:49.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If your name is Mary....please answer this...</title><summary type='text'>Here is the question:There is a line from a RUN-DMC rap song from the 80's.  The question is which one of the two lines is/are correct.1. "Mary, Mary, WHO you buggin'...."2. "Mary, Mary WHY you buggin'....."This came up after saying Merry Christmas to so many 'tards as I went to the mall yesterday.Merry Christmas and Have a Safe New Year.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110400364995935759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110400364995935759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110400364995935759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110400364995935759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/if-your-name-is-maryplease-answer-this.html' title='If your name is Mary....please answer this...'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110400332298615857</id><published>2004-12-24T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T11:35:22.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Strange Trip Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Let me tell you about this horrible excuse for a trip back to Oklahoma from Tennessee.  You may need to refer to an atlas if this doesn't make any sense.  I will try to keep this short and only hit the high points of the story.We left from Chattanooga on our way back to Oklahoma, the trip should normally take about 10 to 12 hours if we drive non-stop which was our plan this time.  It started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110400332298615857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110400332298615857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110400332298615857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110400332298615857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/long-strange-trip-part-2.html' title='The Long Strange Trip Part 2'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110400205528976268</id><published>2004-12-24T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T11:16:25.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow People</title><summary type='text'>Nice Snow man.  This picture courtesy of www.ilovebacon.com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110400205528976268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110400205528976268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110400205528976268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110400205528976268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/snow-people.html' title='Snow People'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110400192593678195</id><published>2004-12-24T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T11:16:57.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K-State Fans Rejoice</title><summary type='text'>K-State my new favorite team </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110400192593678195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110400192593678195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110400192593678195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110400192593678195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/k-state-fans-rejoice.html' title='K-State Fans Rejoice'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110377739234741896</id><published>2004-12-22T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T20:49:52.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquor in the Front, Poker in the Rear</title><summary type='text'>There is really no point to this blog, except that I knew someone that would think this would be funny.  I do think now that card gambling has become legal, I will open a liquor store next to the indian casionos.  Sorry I have gotten so discombobulated, but I am tryng to play a game with the famdamily while working on my new wireless network.I absolutely love this thing and I am very excited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110377739234741896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110377739234741896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110377739234741896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110377739234741896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/liquor-in-front-poker-in-rear.html' title='Liquor in the Front, Poker in the Rear'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110361515810354317</id><published>2004-12-20T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:45:58.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall Sigthings</title><summary type='text'>We have been here in TN for a few days now.  Today was the first venture to the big giant scary mall.  One thing I have noticed about malls, if you are ever feeling bad about yourself go watch the people in the mall.  Some of these people are complete 'tards.  That is my new word now, 'tards.  I will not waste my breath saying Retards,  'tards is good enuff for me at this point.I am convinced </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110361515810354317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110361515810354317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110361515810354317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110361515810354317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/mall-sigthings.html' title='Mall Sigthings'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110358459149286866</id><published>2004-12-18T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T15:16:31.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Strange Trip</title><summary type='text'>First order of business, to Farrel-rock on baby.  Her daughter is about to take off and start walking.  Not really she has a few months to go, but I have been reading and it will be soon.  Good band name by the way too!Now onto the stuff you came here for!!!If you are any kind of Dead Head at all, you will get the title.  If not, this is the name of one ofthe live albums and it is a line from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110358459149286866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110358459149286866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110358459149286866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110358459149286866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/long-strange-trip.html' title='Long Strange Trip'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110291635226313220</id><published>2004-12-12T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:39:12.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years for a piece paper</title><summary type='text'>I am constantly amazed at how many people go to college and even graduate thinking that just having a piece of paper on the wall will make all the differnce in the pocketbook.  I have met tons of people throughout my life that prove to me that it is just a piece of paper on thew wall.  Then I meet the people that have the paper and think that we all owe them something.  They have crappy work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110291635226313220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110291635226313220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110291635226313220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110291635226313220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/6-years-for-piece-paper.html' title='6 Years for a piece paper'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110291725735450743</id><published>2004-12-11T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:54:17.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Band Names</title><summary type='text'>I have spent most of my life wishing that I was a rock star.  I would love to play the guitar or mostly the drums.  I don't want to be the singer, but chicks do dig the singer alot more and I would consider it.I have also spent some time thinking of what I would name my band.  Here are some stupid ones that I have thought of.  I hope these are not real names and if you pick one and become </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110291725735450743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110291725735450743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110291725735450743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110291725735450743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/stupid-band-names.html' title='Stupid Band Names'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110271968933816549</id><published>2004-12-10T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T15:01:29.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Fat Pile of Nothing</title><summary type='text'>I have nothing really to write about today.  I thought maybe I would expand on how you know that you might be called Richard Cranium or even worse.  This seemed like a good idea until I drew a nice fat case of Writers Block!!!I know some of you know me and know that I have dedicated (spent) most of my life dealing with the public.  I have dealt with nice people and mean people alike.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110271968933816549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110271968933816549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110271968933816549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110271968933816549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/big-fat-pile-of-nothing.html' title='A Big Fat Pile of Nothing'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110263443954471193</id><published>2004-12-09T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T15:20:39.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Cranium and his Brethren</title><summary type='text'>I am sure that you know who Richard Cranium is, this is his preferred public name.  I have played golf with him, played in a foursome behind him, been in line behind him, sat in front of him at meetings, been to meetings that he hosted and have even worked for him.Richard Cranium is better known by his slang name DICK H$#D!  We all know them and we have all taken our shots at yelling at him and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110263443954471193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110263443954471193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110263443954471193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110263443954471193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/richard-cranium-and-his-brethren.html' title='Richard Cranium and his Brethren'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110243430622042469</id><published>2004-12-07T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T07:45:06.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain This</title><summary type='text'>How come is it women always run in packs of at least three?  I am mainly referring to single women, married women usually seem to cluster in groups of 2, 4 and other even numbers.  Married women seem comfortable even with just one other married woman.  However single women need a group of some odd number.It seems to be a weird numbers game that the singles play.  This is not by choice this is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110243430622042469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110243430622042469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110243430622042469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110243430622042469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/explain-this.html' title='Explain This'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110243262416262353</id><published>2004-12-06T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T07:17:04.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Fletch How Fast......</title><summary type='text'>I got stopped by the FUZZ on Saturday nite.  This is my 3rd stop this year and was looking to be my 3rd ticket this year too.  Not good.  I wasn't even in a hurry this time or even trying to speed.  I was just minding my own business and cruising thru Ft. Gibson America.It was Sat. Nite after the OU game and I was going home.  Just Princess Trout and me.  Next thing I know the fuzz is following</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110243262416262353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110243262416262353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110243262416262353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110243262416262353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/mr-fletch-how-fast.html' title='Mr. Fletch How Fast......'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110218048179992679</id><published>2004-12-04T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T09:14:41.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barry Bonds on Steroids?</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Barry Bonds testified in front of a Grand Jury about his use of steriods.  Barry claims that he used some 'lotion' to rub on his body or something like that.  He claimed it was clear, but was not aware that it was steriods.  He didn't bother to mention anything about the shots he was taking, I assume he was.OK, Barry, let's assume for one second that someone out there actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110218048179992679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110218048179992679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110218048179992679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110218048179992679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/12/barry-bonds-on-steroids.html' title='Barry Bonds on Steroids?'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110175200729553860</id><published>2004-11-28T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T10:13:27.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker, Skoal and In-Laws</title><summary type='text'>Turkey day has come and gone.  Leftovers have all been scarfed and pants have been adjusted accordingly.My In-laws came over and we played poker Thursday nite, Friday nite and Saturday nite.  I would like to say I was big winner, but that wasn't exactly the case.  I scared my whole family on Friday when I lost all of my fake money and then borrowed about 5 different times only to lose that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110175200729553860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110175200729553860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110175200729553860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110175200729553860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/poker-skoal-and-in-laws_110175200729553860.html' title='Poker, Skoal and In-Laws'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110122688639751331</id><published>2004-11-23T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T08:21:26.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron Artest &amp; The NBA Retards</title><summary type='text'>Let's not get our panties in a twist about the derogatory statement of retards.  I don't know if you know who Ron Artest is or not, but let's just say he is an idiot.  Ron is a NBA player for the Indiana Pacers and must be decent since they will put up with his stupid antics and still pay him money.  He has a history of on court fighting and saying some of the dumbest things of all time.Earlier</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110122688639751331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110122688639751331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110122688639751331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110122688639751331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/ron-artest-nba-retards.html' title='Ron Artest &amp; The NBA Retards'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110114825867297854</id><published>2004-11-22T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T10:30:58.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arnold would be proud</title><summary type='text'>This past week was apparently some kind of crazy motivator for your buddy Fletch.  I actually got my favorite Italian bike down and dusted it off for a few spins in the garage.  The bike: 2003 Colnago Classic, Name: Alesandra, Colors: White, Blue and a touch of Yellow (Mapei Team Colors).She is a beauty and to her dismay I haven't ridden her nearly as much as I would have liked.  I have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110114825867297854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110114825867297854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110114825867297854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110114825867297854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/arnold-would-be-proud.html' title='Arnold would be proud'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110062059438421053</id><published>2004-11-16T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T08:04:53.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Days are Hard to Avoid</title><summary type='text'>Did you ever do something so stupid that you can't even explain it.  Something so dumb that when you tried to explain what happened and that you didn't think it was stupid at the time, just makes the other person so mad they can't even see straight?This happened to me just the other day.  Let's just say it was a cell phone disaster.  The new fangled ringtones and graphics.  All I have to say is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110062059438421053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110062059438421053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110062059438421053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110062059438421053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/bad-days-are-hard-to-avoid.html' title='Bad Days are Hard to Avoid'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110053279607511379</id><published>2004-11-15T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T07:33:16.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricanes and Women</title><summary type='text'>Q: How are Women and Hurricanes alike?A: Both show up Wet and Wild then leave with your house and car.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110053279607511379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110053279607511379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110053279607511379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110053279607511379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/hurricanes-and-women.html' title='Hurricanes and Women'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110053186013671554</id><published>2004-11-15T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T07:17:40.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies in KC</title><summary type='text'>Today is the usual overcast, cold nasty winter weather that I completely hate.  OK, it is only 40-something, but I still hate it, plus it is going to be overcast for the next week.  Yippee!  Nothing says depression like not seeing the sun for several days.I went to KC this weekend to see my neice, pretty cool.  I forgot what it was like to be around a small new born.  The Princess is now 3 1/2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110053186013671554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110053186013671554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110053186013671554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110053186013671554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/babies-in-kc.html' title='Babies in KC'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110027392235494397</id><published>2004-11-12T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T07:38:42.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News from my Alma Mater</title><summary type='text'>For those that don't know me, I am a proud graduate of the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga.  I didn't start there and I sure didn't plan on ever attending there, it just became a way to solve a problem at the time.  Plus it was the only place I figured I could graduate from in a reasonable amount of time.  I started at Middle Tennessee State University (MTSU) in Murfreesboro, TN.  It is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110027392235494397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110027392235494397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110027392235494397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110027392235494397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/news-from-my-alma-mater.html' title='News from my Alma Mater'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-110010221134913160</id><published>2004-11-10T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T07:56:51.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Democrats and Therapists</title><summary type='text'>What an odd combination, Democrats and Therapists.  I was listening to Sean Hannity yesterday and he was talking about how some of the Dem's are seeking professional help in dealing with the election loss.  Now I am not talking about John Kerry or John Edwards, I am talking about average joe citizen.You have got to be kidding me.  These people in Florida, California and the other Blue states </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/110010221134913160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=110010221134913160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110010221134913160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/110010221134913160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/democrats-and-therapists.html' title='Democrats and Therapists'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109967511319862888</id><published>2004-11-05T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T09:18:33.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Jokes</title><summary type='text'>It is Friday and it is time for all of the cheap one-liners that I have heard lately.1. What did one saggy boob say to the other saggy boob?A: If we don't get some support around here soon people are going to think we are nuts.2. Man walks into the Psychiatrist's office wrapped in Saran Wrap.  The doctor says, "I can clearly see your nuts".3. A man goes to see his doctor and he is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109967511319862888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109967511319862888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109967511319862888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109967511319862888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/cheap-jokes.html' title='Cheap Jokes'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109959268850379684</id><published>2004-11-03T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T10:24:48.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dong the Wicked Witch is Dead</title><summary type='text'>Well the fat lady has finally sung on the Kerry-Edwards campaign.All I can say is thank goodness.  I didn't care for either one of the bleeding heart liberals.  I was scared of Kerry's International Policies and his Nationwide Healthcare.  I know the health care sounds calous, but who is going to pay for it. Secondly the service will be second rate at best.  Then people will complain that the '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109959268850379684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109959268850379684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109959268850379684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109959268850379684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/ding-dong-wicked-witch-is-dead.html' title='Ding Dong the Wicked Witch is Dead'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109943038294565487</id><published>2004-11-02T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T13:19:42.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival Cruise Lines Internal Memo</title><summary type='text'>This is a Memo that I intercepted from Carnival Cruise Lines.  I sure hope this is the real McCoy!!!!We at Carnival Cruise Lines:   Didn't forget that a lot of entertainers had promised to leave the country if George W. Bush were to be reelected President. With that in mind, we have a Special Offer for those who still want to keep their promise! Attention: Would Alec Baldwin, Rosie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109943038294565487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109943038294565487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109943038294565487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109943038294565487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/carnival-cruise-lines-internal-memo.html' title='Carnival Cruise Lines Internal Memo'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109941871801154912</id><published>2004-11-02T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:05:18.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Add one more Weisel to the Democrat Party</title><summary type='text'>This is straight off of the AP newswire this morning.  Looks like Daschle is taking a page out of the Al Gore playbook.  Why wait until the end of the election to cry foul, when you can take them to court earlier.We have a similair problem in OK in our Senate race.  The Indians are backing the democratic candidate, but there are questions if the Indians and the Democrats forced the hand of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109941871801154912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109941871801154912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109941871801154912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109941871801154912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/add-one-more-weisel-to-democrat-party.html' title='Add one more Weisel to the Democrat Party'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109932510670086393</id><published>2004-11-01T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:05:06.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>US Senate Smear Campaign in OK</title><summary type='text'>Obviously I live in Oklahoma and I have had to put up with one of the worst smear campaigns that I have ever seen in my life.  The race is for a US Senate seat that was vacated by Jim Inhoffe, who is retiring.  The candidates Tom Coburn (R) and the always liberal, lying bastage that he is Brad Carson (D).  Sure that isn't nice, but hey it is my blog and if you don't like it, get your own.Carson</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109932510670086393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109932510670086393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109932510670086393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109932510670086393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/11/us-senate-smear-campaign-in-ok.html' title='US Senate Smear Campaign in OK'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109897052609967754</id><published>2004-10-28T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T06:35:26.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Red Sux to Red Sox &amp; Other Boston Things</title><summary type='text'>Well the curse is finally over.  It has been 86 years since they last won the World Series and last night they finished the clean sweep of the series.  It is amazing they went from being down 0-3 in the ALCS and almost lost it all several times.  Then they come back and win that series with 4 striaght wins and then smash the cards with 4 more straight wins.  As my 3 year old would say, "Holy Cow"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109897052609967754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109897052609967754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109897052609967754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109897052609967754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/from-red-sux-to-red-sox-other-boston.html' title='From Red Sux to Red Sox &amp; Other Boston Things'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109888887628447883</id><published>2004-10-27T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T07:54:36.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cingular Rox</title><summary type='text'>Well today is a little better.  Thanks for the kind note Jordan.  It is true we all have bad days, unfortunately mine get to be pretty low.We have had one major accomplishment today.  I got my cell phone bill corrected from an amount due of $412.42 all the way down to $42.92.  The problem was a fairly simple one, but it has taken 6 phone calls, 3 faxes, 1 supervisor, a trip back to where I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109888887628447883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109888887628447883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109888887628447883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109888887628447883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/cingular-rox.html' title='Cingular Rox'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109881388436511711</id><published>2004-10-26T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T11:09:26.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fun than a Barrell of Monkeys</title><summary type='text'>You can probably see that I have put several jokes on the blog lately.  This is mainly because I have had a rough past couple of days.  I am not going to get into it, but I will say that it is one of the toughest times I have been through as of late.I am always amazed that when it rains it seems to pour.  Everyone has their own set of problems and I am sure that my list is not near as important</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109881388436511711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109881388436511711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109881388436511711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109881388436511711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-fun-than-barrell-of-monkeys.html' title='More Fun than a Barrell of Monkeys'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109881212778509272</id><published>2004-10-26T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T11:07:17.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke: Understanding Marketing</title><summary type='text'>Understanding Marketing You see a fabulous girl at a party. You approach them and say, "I'm fantastic in bed." That's Direct Marketing. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a fabulous girl. You have one of your friends approach them, point at you and say, "He's fantastic in bed." That's Advertising. You see a fabulous girl at a party. You approach them to get their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109881212778509272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109881212778509272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109881212778509272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109881212778509272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/joke-understanding-marketing.html' title='Joke: Understanding Marketing'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109881236664284730</id><published>2004-10-25T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T11:08:06.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke: Astrology for the Workplace</title><summary type='text'>A Horoscope For The Workplace  ASTROLOGY: tells us about you and your future simply by your birthday. The Chinese Zodiac uses the year of your birth. Demographics tell us what you like, dislike, whom you vote for, what you buy, and what you watch on TV. Well, the Corporate Zodiac goes a step further: simply by your job title, people will have you all figured out... MARKETING: You are ambitious</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109881236664284730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109881236664284730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109881236664284730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109881236664284730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/joke-astrology-for-workplace.html' title='Joke: Astrology for the Workplace'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109880045679890151</id><published>2004-10-24T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T07:20:56.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke: Jamaica Visitor</title><summary type='text'>Another Joke for the day.A man has just recently gotten married to a woman named Wendy.  He decided to get her name tattooed on his penis, so that when it was soft all you could see were the letter W and Y.  They take a honeymoon trip to Jamaica and when they land he decides he needs to go to the restroom.  He looks over at the Jamaican next to him in and sees that he has a W Y on his penis.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109880045679890151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109880045679890151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109880045679890151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109880045679890151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/joke-jamaica-visitor.html' title='Joke: Jamaica Visitor'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109863490092315240</id><published>2004-10-23T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T09:21:40.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke: Koala Bear</title><summary type='text'>I have decided to start posting some of my jokes.  Mainly so I don't forget them and the other part so you can get a cheap chuckle.Here is one of my favorites.So, this Koala Bear goes into a whore house. The lady up front asks if he would like a lady for the evening and he shakes his head yes.  He heads upstairs and opens the door.  He and this hooke have incredible oral sex.  When he is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109863490092315240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109863490092315240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109863490092315240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109863490092315240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/joke-koala-bear.html' title='Joke: Koala Bear'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109837694373908431</id><published>2004-10-21T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T09:42:23.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Daze II</title><summary type='text'>Today I was reminiscing about my high school days and I got to thinking would I do it again.  My first answer was no I wouldn't, however after some reflective thinking I have changed my mind.  I think I would do it again and I would change some of the things that I did.First off, I ran cross country and track in high school and junior high.  I would like to think that I was pretty good.  I ran </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109837694373908431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109837694373908431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109837694373908431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109837694373908431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/high-school-daze-ii.html' title='High School Daze II'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109828850845013744</id><published>2004-10-20T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T09:08:28.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminals Really are Stupid</title><summary type='text'>You see it all the time in the news, some person does something that they think will make them money and then they get arrested for it.  I have a friend who is a Highway Patrolman in Kansas and he was telling me that most stolen cars are caught when the theif gets gas and drives off.  Now it seems obvious to me that you should pay for the gas and then you wouldn't get caught.  Duh!!!So I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109828850845013744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109828850845013744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109828850845013744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109828850845013744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/criminals-really-are-stupid.html' title='Criminals Really are Stupid'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109819966521882180</id><published>2004-10-18T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T08:27:45.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here</title><summary type='text'>I know I haven't posted in a long time.  I have been quite busy working on different things.  Here is just a little list of what has happened in about 1 week.-My parents came to town with their Jack Russell (enuff said)-Won about $150 at the casino one night, next 2 evening excursions I gave it right back.-Went to High School football game to see my cousin, the starting QB.  My family and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109819966521882180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109819966521882180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109819966521882180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109819966521882180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109770050830639169</id><published>2004-10-13T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:10:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costumes </title><summary type='text'>So I am surfing the net looking for a Halloween costume, actually a friend of mine is looking and I found a few that I liked so I will post them here for you to see.These are just a few to wet your appetite.  Check out This Link  for more.On another similar note, check out the new link....The Hot Babe List.  Gotta Love It.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109770050830639169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109770050830639169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109770050830639169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109770050830639169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloween-costumes.html' title='Halloween Costumes '/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109751424189721188</id><published>2004-10-11T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:08:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Bush</title><summary type='text'>I have been watching this election debacle with half-hearted interest.  Not that it isn't interesting, but because I can't beleive that Ketchup boy is still alive in this thing.  There is alot of name calling, political bashing and overall hatred amongst the candidates and camps.  For a brief moment you might think this was a heavy weight fight with Don King as the promoter.The more I read on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109751424189721188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109751424189721188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109751424189721188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109751424189721188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/give-me-bush.html' title='Give Me Bush'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109725111330455889</id><published>2004-10-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T08:58:33.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Works Out Flashback</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever just been sitting there and all of a sudden your mind wanders back 15 to 20 years into the past.  In a split second you feel as if you have never left that situation.  You know everyone's name and you remember all of the things that were important to you and things you could have cared less about.  Only to realize that now (20 years later) all of those things have completely swapped</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109725111330455889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109725111330455889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109725111330455889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109725111330455889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-all-works-out-flashback.html' title='It All Works Out Flashback'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109707897346059332</id><published>2004-10-06T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T09:09:33.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mullets, Jello Shots and Hangovers</title><summary type='text'>The picture below was taken at the Memphis Zoo.  I am sure if dude sees his photo on the web and then reads this post that he won't be too happy.I have to say that this Graylett (gray mullett) is one of the rares of all mullets.  You would think by the time you got old enough to have gray hair that you would have out grown the desire to have a mullett.  This guy is an exception to the rule.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109707897346059332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109707897346059332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109707897346059332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109707897346059332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/mullets-jello-shots-and-hangovers.html' title='Mullets, Jello Shots and Hangovers'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109702589141553041</id><published>2004-10-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T18:24:51.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice Hair Cut. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109702589141553041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109702589141553041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109702589141553041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109702589141553041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/nice-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109699643016574534</id><published>2004-10-05T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T10:13:50.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My panties are twisted and bound</title><summary type='text'>That is the answer that I am giving right now.  I have several people that have made me mad over the last few days.  I would love to sit here and write of the injustices done by some of these dipsticks, but then it would be obvious who they are.Let me give you an example of one of them.  I have a friend going through a divorce and the rich family has taken it personally.   The rich family is of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109699643016574534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109699643016574534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109699643016574534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109699643016574534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-panties-are-twisted-and-bound.html' title='My panties are twisted and bound'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109663884196220549</id><published>2004-10-01T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T07:02:05.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake on Back Porch</title><summary type='text'>My Wife called me at work to tell me there is a snake on the back porch.  She took this picture and showed it to me when I got home.  There wasn't much I could have done even if I was there.  I am no snake catcher or charmer.  In fact, I don't even know what kind of snake it is. If you know drop a line.  I am sure it is non-poisionous and probably a black racer or garter snake.Snake on back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109663884196220549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109663884196220549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109663884196220549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109663884196220549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/10/snake-on-back-porch.html' title='Snake on Back Porch'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109647240130394743</id><published>2004-09-29T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T09:02:19.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship for Kids</title><summary type='text'>If I asked you to name one children's book writer you would more than likely come up with the name Judy Blume.  Then you would be shocked to find out many of her books have been banned from school libraries.  It is so bad that if you want to read them you have to bring a note from home just to check it out.  This seems totally absurd if you asked me.She has written lots of book, but a few that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109647240130394743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109647240130394743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109647240130394743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109647240130394743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/censorship-for-kids.html' title='Censorship for Kids'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109638018827572294</id><published>2004-09-28T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T07:03:08.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drug Bust on Sesame Street</title><summary type='text'>Listen up and listen good.  If you live on a street where people claim to interact with big yellow birds, a wooly mammoth, and a friendly monster named ELMO, you need to move.  What in the world are we teaching our kids?  You must live in a really bad neighborhood if all of you neighbors are interacting with these weird 'creatures'.  Maybe someone should send a drug dog over to that street and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109638018827572294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109638018827572294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109638018827572294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109638018827572294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/drug-bust-on-sesame-street.html' title='Drug Bust on Sesame Street'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109629160027123583</id><published>2004-09-27T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T06:26:40.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokie Polka</title><summary type='text'>So I was at Oktoberfest all weekend, working not partying.  I got to be the 'bank', so that made me in charge of all the money we took in, etc.  That is alot of money when you really look it over.Anyhow, the polka bank starts playing the Hokie Pokie and I know I have heard this once before, but wouldn't it be great if that's what it is all about.Imagine going to heaven and St. Peter saying, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109629160027123583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109629160027123583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109629160027123583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109629160027123583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/hokie-polka.html' title='Hokie Polka'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109603754365991532</id><published>2004-09-24T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T06:32:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People in High Places</title><summary type='text'>I have finally become old enough to figure out that there are actually benefits to working for a large company.  I spent several of my formative career years wearing a monkey suit working in the puzzle palace.  The best part of the whole thing was the contacts that I made before I left the corp office.  Now I am basically out in the wide open spaces and have little contact with the puzzle palace,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109603754365991532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109603754365991532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109603754365991532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109603754365991532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/people-in-high-places.html' title='People in High Places'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109597261844272703</id><published>2004-09-23T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T13:50:18.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Like a Rock Star (cont.)</title><summary type='text'>So here is the rest of the juicy info about my short week as a Rock and Roll star.  There were four of us that went out on Tuesday night, Peter, Paul, Mary &amp; Fletch.  It started out fairly calm at a Microbrewery, if you call drinking whiskey and doing random shots, then I guess it was calm.  Two hours later, One large tab and an annoyed college student posing as a waiter, it was time to go before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109597261844272703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109597261844272703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109597261844272703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109597261844272703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/party-like-rock-star-cont.html' title='Party Like a Rock Star (cont.)'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109596049351460033</id><published>2004-09-23T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T10:32:34.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Like A Rock Star 101</title><summary type='text'>I don't usually have wild escapades to be discussing in this particular forum, but this week in KC proved to be worth mentioning.  I am only going to do a short post now until I can gather all of my thoughts.A new motto was learned while I was at a new place in KC.  The place is very good and I reccomend it to you.  It is called 'Johnny Dare's'.  It rocks, the waitresses dress in little school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109596049351460033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109596049351460033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109596049351460033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109596049351460033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/party-like-rock-star-101.html' title='Party Like A Rock Star 101'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109568667033162257</id><published>2004-09-20T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T06:24:30.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Day</title><summary type='text'>Today I have to go to Kansas City for a business meeting and won't be home until Wednesday.  I am sure that by Wednesday I tired, broke and a little hungover (I wish I was that wild).  This trip will be the exact opposite of fear and loathing in Las Vegas.  This trip will be referred to as "Boring and More Boring in KC".  Some meeting about new corporate laws and junk like that.  And what is more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109568667033162257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109568667033162257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109568667033162257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109568667033162257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/travel-day.html' title='Travel Day'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109535241362993002</id><published>2004-09-16T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T09:33:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrican Ivan</title><summary type='text'>If you are reading this today there is a good chance that you didn't get blown away by Hurrican Ivan.  Mobile, AL appears to have gotten the brunt of the dammage.  I just looked at the map and the storm has moved all the way up to Atlanta, GA and is soaking TN, AL, GA and parts of MS.  I grew up in TN and I remember when a hurricane would come up that way it was amazing how much rain and wind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109535241362993002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109535241362993002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109535241362993002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109535241362993002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/hurrican-ivan.html' title='Hurrican Ivan'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109526917584218092</id><published>2004-09-15T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T10:26:15.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Does Gas Cost?</title><summary type='text'>Last night I went and bought two bottles of water.  They were Propel flavored water to be exact. I also bought a Reece's peanut butter cup as well.  The total cost was a little more than $4.  I find this to be outrageous.  I then remebered an e-mail that I rec'd a few weeks ago that talked about the cost of everyday things we buy.  This email had converted the price of that to the gallon cost to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109526917584218092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109526917584218092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109526917584218092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109526917584218092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-much-does-gas-cost.html' title='How Much Does Gas Cost?'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109517478414648434</id><published>2004-09-14T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T08:13:04.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Shoots Man</title><summary type='text'>This is true.  Check out the link.  I thought this was too funny not to make mention of here.Here is average Joe Billy Bob redneck that decides he has too many puppies and can't give them away so he decides to euthanize them.  Now the problem here is these puppies are not sick or a danger to anyone.  So this redneck with 3 names (Jerry Allen Bradford, to be exact) is trying to shoot the dogs </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2004-09-09-dog-shoots_x.htm' title='Dog Shoots Man'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109517478414648434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109517478414648434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109517478414648434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109517478414648434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/dog-shoots-man.html' title='Dog Shoots Man'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109510633073850306</id><published>2004-09-13T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T13:12:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Conspiracy Theory by Richard Williams</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Richard Williams, father of Serena and Venus, is at it again.  He is convinced that the tennis world is out to bring down his daughters not because they are good players, but because they are black.  This might be the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard of.The latest example took place at this year's 2004 US Open.  Serena was playing Jennifer Capriati and there was a bad call made by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109510633073850306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109510633073850306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109510633073850306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109510633073850306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/tennis-conspiracy-theory-by-richard.html' title='Tennis Conspiracy Theory by Richard Williams'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109504664663087940</id><published>2004-09-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T20:37:26.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in Memphis</title><summary type='text'>I was in Memphis this weekend to meet my parents.  What a great weekend, very relaxing.  Princess Trout was on cloud 9.  She got to hang out with her Nana and Papa for 3 days.  They rode the glass elevators up and down so many times that I was tired just watching them.We made a big excursion to the Memphis Zoo.  I got several good photos of animals and mullets at the zoo.  The most amazing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109504664663087940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109504664663087940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109504664663087940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109504664663087940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/walking-in-memphis.html' title='Walking in Memphis'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109476741390833629</id><published>2004-09-09T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:03:33.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble at the Pay Counter</title><summary type='text'>So here is what happened to Mr. Fletch today.  First I will have to give you some background on how the visit to our local dealership took place today.  Back in August I drove over to see a friend of mine in Ft. Smith, AR.  It was on a Saturday and Princess Trout was with me.  My friend owns and manages the Honda Motorcycle Dealership there in Ft. Smith.  I needed to buy a lawn mower and he had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109476741390833629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109476741390833629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109476741390833629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109476741390833629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/trouble-at-pay-counter.html' title='Trouble at the Pay Counter'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109467535019895083</id><published>2004-09-08T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T14:00:04.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No UPDATE</title><summary type='text'>I have been very busy as of late.  I mentioned that I had a meeting out of town last week.  Well, I made it to St. Louis and back and maybe later I can post all the crazy things that happened while I was there.  I forgot what day I returned like Thursday and I have been meaning to update the blog since then, but have been really busy.Some other big things have happened since then.  Today was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109467535019895083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109467535019895083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109467535019895083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109467535019895083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/09/long-time-no-update.html' title='Long Time No UPDATE'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109387770313103749</id><published>2004-08-30T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T07:55:03.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fo Shizzlest </title><summary type='text'>This weekend was pretty cool.  I had a good time hanging around the house and not doing much of anything.  We had a wedding Sat. night in Tulsa at a pretty swank place.  The best part of the whole thing a 13 minute ceremony.  You gotta love that!  I mean really it is all about....do you take her, do you take him...then C-YA!!!! You're outta here.I haven't been to many weddings as of late, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109387770313103749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109387770313103749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109387770313103749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109387770313103749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/fo-shizzlest.html' title='Fo Shizzlest '/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109338666371754200</id><published>2004-08-27T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T13:28:40.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That I like</title><summary type='text'>Since I made a list of things I hate, I thought I should make a list of things I like.  This way you won't think that I hate everything and everybody.  So here it goes.-Coffee in the Morning.  Gotta have it, the stronger the better.  If I can find some glazed donuts that makes it even better.-I like Circuit City, Radio Shack and Best Buy.  It is awesome just to walk through and look at all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109338666371754200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109338666371754200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109338666371754200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109338666371754200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-that-i-like.html' title='Things That I like'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109353466036772669</id><published>2004-08-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T08:37:40.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Hate About People</title><summary type='text'>I am in a pretty good mood today so what better way to liven it up by listing things that I hate about other people.  I mean when I see these things they don't make me totally raging mad, I just sit back and think, dude are you a total moron.  Tell me that you are having a bad day and that you aren't sharing a brain with someone.  So here it goes.-Slow drivers in the left lane-Stupid people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109353466036772669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109353466036772669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109353466036772669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109353466036772669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-i-hate-about-people.html' title='Things I Hate About People'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109344761594933303</id><published>2004-08-25T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T08:26:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Should Paul Ham Do</title><summary type='text'>I am sure that you have heard the dilema that Paul Ham is in, Unless you live under a rock or refuse to watch NBC's poor coverage of the Olympics.  I have got to admit I have seen better coverage of the Olympics.  This time is horrible, unless their is an American in the race we don't get to see it.  Besides that how much drama can you build into an event that there really isn't that much drama.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109344761594933303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109344761594933303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109344761594933303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109344761594933303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-should-paul-ham-do.html' title='What Should Paul Ham Do'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109332404427777260</id><published>2004-08-23T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:07:24.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympians for Hire</title><summary type='text'>I have been watching the Olympics pretty regularly this time around.  I always watch for athletes from other countries that train in the US, such as those on college scholarships.  It is a great deal for the athlete, free school, good competition, great coaches (most of the time) and state of the art facilities.  Most major universities have nicer facilities than where they train in their home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109332404427777260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109332404427777260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109332404427777260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109332404427777260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/olympians-for-hire.html' title='Olympians for Hire'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109329172750415190</id><published>2004-08-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T13:08:47.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morons in the Olympics</title><summary type='text'>How come is it that our Olympians manage to look like morons at the Olympics?  How come every Olympics we go through the same thing with our athletes?  We suffered through our Hockey team destroying hotels and dorms a few Winter Olympics ago.  They were a total disgrace to the entire country.  Then it seems like every Summer Olympics we go through the same thing with our Sprinters in Track and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109329172750415190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109329172750415190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109329172750415190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109329172750415190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/morons-in-olympics.html' title='Morons in the Olympics'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109314409476116196</id><published>2004-08-21T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T20:10:13.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Blog</title><summary type='text'>Today I created a new blog.  It is a photo blog.  I will be posting pictures of things and goings on in my life.  I will still be posting photos to this website as they apply, but more photos can be seen at the new blog.There is a link on the right hand side or just book mark the link below.Fletch's Photo BlogHope you enjoy it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109314409476116196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109314409476116196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109314409476116196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109314409476116196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/photo-blog.html' title='Photo Blog'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109306454593778976</id><published>2004-08-20T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T22:02:25.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is a picture of a BMW 7 Series.  This car screams, "Look at Me I am Loaded".  I want this car!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109306454593778976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109306454593778976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109306454593778976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109306454593778976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/here-is-picture-of-bmw-7-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109304195788482252</id><published>2004-08-20T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T15:45:57.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Town Racism</title><summary type='text'>Let me give you some background.  I grew up in Chattanooga, TN, where I went to elementary thru High School.  I later went to Middle Tennessee State, Univ. of Kentucky and graduated from UT-Chattanooga.  So I feel like I have some experience with the bigger city environment.  In fact so much so that I have had a hard time adjusting to a town of 35,000 people.  I don't know everyone here, but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109304195788482252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109304195788482252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109304195788482252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109304195788482252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/small-town-racism.html' title='Small Town Racism'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109301740427088089</id><published>2004-08-20T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T08:56:44.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Overhaul</title><summary type='text'>I decided I should Overhaul the blog this week.  This has become a time consuming project. We now have a new look.  All the links are here and there is also a section of recent posts.  This way you can catch up on all the latest funny things that I have written.Plus now you can see my picture everytime pull up the website.I will have an in-depth post later in the day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109301740427088089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109301740427088089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109301740427088089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109301740427088089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-overhaul.html' title='Blog Overhaul'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109293302008988077</id><published>2004-08-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T09:30:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 years and Still Going Strong</title><summary type='text'>No I am not the energizer bunny.  On Tuesday, August 17th Mrs. Trout and I celbrated 8 years of holy matrimony.  Who would have thunk that Fletch would have the ability to actually live with someone that long and not cause them to drive their car off a cliff.  To say that I am difficult to live with would be a minor understatement.  You know she has to be a special woman to stay with me this long</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109293302008988077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109293302008988077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109293302008988077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109293302008988077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/8-years-and-still-going-strong.html' title='8 years and Still Going Strong'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109284140774101834</id><published>2004-08-17T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T07:10:48.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Eyed Blogger</title><summary type='text'>I feel like I am ten years old today.  I have managed to contract pink eye in my right eye.  On Sunday it freaked my wife out and a few of my friends.  It was red and gnarly.  I could see fine, but scared the hell out of every one that looked directly at it.  So I am now wearing glasses.  The funny thing is that I couldn't see out of them when I first got them because they were too strong.  Now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109284140774101834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109284140774101834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109284140774101834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109284140774101834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/pink-eyed-blogger.html' title='Pink Eyed Blogger'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109275981523369506</id><published>2004-08-17T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T09:23:35.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Joke</title><summary type='text'>Today I don't really have much to say.  Nothing to rant about or rave about for that matter.  So instead of me trying to come up with something clever to say, I thought I would post one of my favorite jokes.  This isn't my absolute favorite, but it totally cracks me up.Hopefully, tommorrow I will have something good for you.  The day is still early and I am sure between now and tommorrow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109275981523369506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109275981523369506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109275981523369506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109275981523369506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/favorite-joke.html' title='Favorite Joke'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109232696235469957</id><published>2004-08-12T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T07:14:45.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is Fletch &amp; I am a Blastaholic</title><summary type='text'>Today's lesson is a very important topic.  It all took place about a month ago.  I was driving to my brother-in-law's house in KC.  We had eaten lunch but I was still starving and had only driven 45 minutes from my house, which in a 6 hour drive ain't that far.  So I pull into a Sonic in some small hillbilly town.  I order the new Chicken Snack pack thing and I eat it.  I am then thinking you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109232696235469957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109232696235469957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109232696235469957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109232696235469957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-name-is-fletch-i-am-blastaholic.html' title='My Name is Fletch &amp; I am a Blastaholic'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109224654204883507</id><published>2004-08-11T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T10:49:02.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plexi-Anatomy</title><summary type='text'>Today continues a series that I have begun dealing with work terms that you either don't know or needed more clarification.We all can pinpoint a brown-noser in every organization.  Some people have made it their method of advancement.  I have seen a few executives that have made some serious ground by the brown nose effect.Here is the definition of plexi-antomy: The supervisor goes to have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109224654204883507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109224654204883507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109224654204883507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109224654204883507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/plexi-anatomy.html' title='Plexi-Anatomy'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109206480826648923</id><published>2004-08-09T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T08:20:08.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Victoria's Husband - Peter</title><summary type='text'>That is right, today is about the Peter Principle.  This is a theory put forth by a Dr. Laurence Peter.  I have found that some people like to credit this to a Mr. Peter Drucker, who I believe is a motiviational speaker.  I have met a few that think Mr. Drucker from Green Acres came up with this.In case you don't know, here is how it works.  In a heirarchial work environment (or any environment</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/feeds/109206480826648923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240855&amp;postID=109206480826648923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109206480826648923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240855/posts/default/109206480826648923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fletchertrout.blogspot.com/2004/08/meet-victorias-husband-peter.html' title='Meet Victoria&apos;s Husband - Peter'/><author><name>Fletch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240855.post-109180902239868173</id><published>2004-08-06T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:17:02.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popular Web Site</title><summary type='text'>Fletch is getting more popular everyday.  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