<?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-3511278760083099771</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:24:51.854-08:00</updated><category term='emotions'/><category term='mac computers suck'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='letter from God'/><category term='hatred'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='D3 Pro2.6'/><category term='jealousy'/><category term='religion'/><category term='graphics'/><category term='christian'/><category term='Initialize Error'/><category term='page corner bend'/><category term='curled paper'/><category term='D3Pro'/><category term='Crestron'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Just random things that I run into throughout my life.  If there is someone trailing in my footsteps, I hope that they can use my ramblings to find a shortcut out of whatever trouble they have found themselves in; be it relationships, work, friendships, or just sitting around thinking too much.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Senica Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01765516257793734097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SYyPeUF81vI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj6nQ5yV-3g/S220/with_wes_dogs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511278760083099771.post-5995945211177740845</id><published>2009-12-01T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:44:09.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D3 Pro2.6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Initialize Error'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D3Pro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crestron'/><title type='text'>Crestron D3Pro Error</title><content type='html'>"Cannot Initialize Temporary Memory At C:\Users\Senica\AppData\Local\Temp\D3 Pro2.6"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running Windows 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easiest way to fix is to browse to the Temp folder in Windows Explorer and Delete the D3 Pro2.6 Folder.  Close Windows Explorer and Open D3Pro Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem should be fixed.  Should not need to restart your computer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope if helps someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if I can just figure out this Serial Driver error.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511278760083099771-5995945211177740845?l=senicaslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5995945211177740845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3511278760083099771&amp;postID=5995945211177740845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/5995945211177740845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/5995945211177740845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/crestron-d3pro-error.html' title='Crestron D3Pro Error'/><author><name>Senica Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01765516257793734097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SYyPeUF81vI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj6nQ5yV-3g/S220/with_wes_dogs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511278760083099771.post-7404965198757412761</id><published>2009-08-18T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:06:11.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Language Number One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Love Language Number One: Quality Time.....In my opinion, the most dangerous of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had been fighting with my ex-girlfriend, Amy, about the time and energy she put into her other male friends.  It was an on-going battle that started from almost day one.  Interestingly enough it has been an on-going battle my whole life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately, most of you would attribute that to jealousy, or low self-esteem, or any other label you can put on it so you can categorize it, go on with your day and sleep well tonight.  For years I have fought that idea. I have fought with counselors and therapists.  They even tried to convince me that it was some childhood incident, or watching my parents...none of which I could relate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After every argument with Amy, I would honestly search myself and try to find why I am the way I am.  I didn't want to live like that.  It was painful.  It was ruining my relationship.  The only thing that kept them together was that when we had our alone time, things were perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, Amy called her ex-boyfriend...no not me...the one before me.  This guy Eugene that she dated for five years.  I was with her and so I dealt with it.  It was hard and as the conversation went on, I began to get impatient.  After that conversation, I was okay.  We did break up that day. It was only mildy related to the phone call.  It was more so the content of the phone conversation, which I won't get into here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy and I decided to keep open lines of communication in case we could work out our "issues".  Mine of which were of course labeled as jealousy, trust, and low-self esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me the next day, Monday, that she had called Eugene again and they talked about some other things.  I could feel myself getting angry.  What I realized that made me the most upset, was that Amy and I were in the middle of a text conversation.  The conversation stopped.  I tried to tell her goodnight in between that time, but no response.  40 minutes later, she tried to call me.  I had been put on hold so she could talk with Eugene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I had an epiphany.  The reason I get so upset is because my first love language is Quality Time together.  I judge how much someone else loves me by the amount of Quality Time they spend with me.  I further that by judging the amount of time they spend with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things we discover when it's too late....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a thought for those of you that have had people label you as something that you really insist you are not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The things that make us angry, may very well be the same thing that drives us to love." -Senica Gonzalez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511278760083099771-7404965198757412761?l=senicaslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7404965198757412761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3511278760083099771&amp;postID=7404965198757412761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/7404965198757412761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/7404965198757412761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-language-number-one.html' title='Love Language Number One'/><author><name>Senica Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01765516257793734097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SYyPeUF81vI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj6nQ5yV-3g/S220/with_wes_dogs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511278760083099771.post-486443738672023857</id><published>2009-05-16T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:03:00.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>These things in my mind</title><content type='html'>There are catepillars everywhere.&lt;div&gt;They are squirming, crawling, and rolling around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fun to watch and admire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I count the days that I smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh so fun and alive they make me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy is this feeling I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day they disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dreams are shattered and I cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My catepillars are all gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trusted them, they were always there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What shall I do now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I count the days that I frown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait, what is this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emerging from my catepillars tomb?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green monsters with wings I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thy fly all around my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back and forth they race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends are back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days go by and once again I smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day is better as new life begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bright colors begin to appear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and happy I am once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511278760083099771-486443738672023857?l=senicaslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SYyPeUF81vI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj6nQ5yV-3g/S220/with_wes_dogs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511278760083099771.post-3217708693391777262</id><published>2009-05-14T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:03:33.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='page corner bend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curled paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><title type='text'>Page Corner Bend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SgxrfYnlwwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tw_sgDsbvCc/s1600-h/paperbend.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; border:0px; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 318px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SgxrfYnlwwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tw_sgDsbvCc/s320/paperbend.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335757845455815426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking online for an image that looked as if the corner of the page was bending.  I couldn't fine one, so I made one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is.  I hope it helps someone.  Just right click on the image and save to your computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is how I am using it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.fillertext{&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;text-align:justify;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;line-height:30px;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;text-indent:1.5em; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;div style="background:url('images/paperbend.png');  border-left:1px solid #cccccc; border-bottom:1px solid #cccccc; background-position: top right; background-repeat: no-repeat;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;div class="fillertext" style="padding-right:50px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Content&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it with a greyish page.  It looke better on lighter colors.  I can send the PSD file you want to adjust to your liking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511278760083099771-3217708693391777262?l=senicaslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SYyPeUF81vI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj6nQ5yV-3g/S220/with_wes_dogs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SgxrfYnlwwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tw_sgDsbvCc/s72-c/paperbend.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511278760083099771.post-5106630495440838539</id><published>2009-05-11T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:04:01.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter from God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><title type='text'>Letter from God</title><content type='html'>The other day I was going through a pile of books that I had acquired over the years.  Most of them I hadn't read and I was weeding through the ones that I thought I might never read. There was one particular book that I kept picking up and putting back in my pile to go through.  I had often left my pile of books, which occupied my staircase, only to return and find this particular book back in the "to go through" pile.  Several times I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; I had thrown it down the stairs to "get rid of" pile.  This was the last time, I conciously picked it up to throw it down the stairs.  As I did, an envelope fell out of the book....a sealed envelope with no name, no stamp....just a sealed envelope.  I fumbled through the pages of the book to make sure there was nothing else within except for what one would expect to find in there, paper and black ink.  There wasn't, so I threw it down, picked up the envelope, held it and stared at it as if it might open itself and then out of anger for no longer being sealed, give me a papercut.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who seals an envelope, forgets to write anything on it, and stuffs it in a boring book?&lt;/span&gt;, I thought to myself.  I opened the envelope with great anticipation.  It read:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They that wait upon the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shall renew their strength;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They shall mount up with wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as eagles...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That was it.  Nothing inside, nothing on the back.  No name.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My life had been very overwhelming up to that point.  It was in that moment that a huge weight had been lifted off of me; for I realized, that for all my seemingly unanswered prayers, all my sleepless nights, somewhere, there was a God who had someone put that letter in a book for no apparent reason, knowing that I would need to find that letter on that day, in that hour, in that moment.  It wasn't too soon, and it most certainly wasn't too late.  It was the perfect timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like to think that the person who put that letter in that book, still wonders where they might have placed that letter.  It makes me smile to think they were used by God and didn't even know it; in fact attributes it to their old age :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511278760083099771-5106630495440838539?l=senicaslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5106630495440838539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3511278760083099771&amp;postID=5106630495440838539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/5106630495440838539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/5106630495440838539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/letter-from-god.html' title='Letter from God'/><author><name>Senica Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01765516257793734097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SYyPeUF81vI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj6nQ5yV-3g/S220/with_wes_dogs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511278760083099771.post-1061288204264237875</id><published>2009-05-11T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:07:23.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's not my Job</title><content type='html'>This is a fairly well know story.  I ran across it as I was going through some papers in my house.  A friend of mine, Al Game, gave it to me during a performance review.  I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do with my performance and was just something that he gave everyone.....I guess I'll never know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was worth sharing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's Not My Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody.  There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.  Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.  Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job.  Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it.  It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511278760083099771-1061288204264237875?l=senicaslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1061288204264237875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3511278760083099771&amp;postID=1061288204264237875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/1061288204264237875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/1061288204264237875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-not-my-job.html' title='That&apos;s not my Job'/><author><name>Senica Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01765516257793734097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SYyPeUF81vI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj6nQ5yV-3g/S220/with_wes_dogs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511278760083099771.post-7362676661563937737</id><published>2009-02-11T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:04:26.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><title type='text'>The Mind Eater</title><content type='html'>If you have ever struggled with jealousy, you will know exactly what the title is all about. Jealousy is like a wild beast.  You know it's there, but you feel powerless to stop it.  A friend and I were talking about it just the other day.  It's scary when something triggers it and you get that turning feeling in your stomach...you know, the one you get when you ride a roller coaster.  You know it's there and  you can feel your whole persona change.  You hear noises around you...it's people talking...but you are not paying attention because you are so intently focused on the situation that just happened.  You tell yourself..."No, no, no....don't think like that."  It's too late.  Every thought you have only builds upon the last making everything worse.  You build a wall around your mind, justified in your self-righteousness.  How do I get out of here? Where is the door?  Why can't I see over the wall?  Why can't I just see what everyone else sees?  You feel trapped.  You know what is happening, but you are powerless to stop your mind from decaying into this pit broken hearts, and crushed spirits.  You hurt other people with your words, you ruin good nights, you make yourself look like a fool.  It won't stop.  It keeps coming back.  No matter how much you fight it.  You think it's gone, but like a bad disease, when you turn the corner, there it is again, waiting on your.  Ready to take your mind captive again at the moment you least expect.  It's your nememsis.  How do you defeat it?  In the past my resolve has been to just stop caring.  Apathy.  That seems to be a sure weapon against jealousy.  It's the wrong weapon this time. This time....I want to care.  So I'm searching for the door out.  If you know where it is, let me know.  If I find it before you do, I'll tell you.  I hope I find it soon.  I hope I get out before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511278760083099771-7362676661563937737?l=senicaslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7362676661563937737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3511278760083099771&amp;postID=7362676661563937737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/7362676661563937737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/7362676661563937737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/mind-eater.html' title='The Mind Eater'/><author><name>Senica Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01765516257793734097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SYyPeUF81vI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj6nQ5yV-3g/S220/with_wes_dogs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511278760083099771.post-2444244293451786830</id><published>2009-02-06T11:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:32:51.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac computers suck'/><title type='text'>Mac's Suck</title><content type='html'>I just had to vent somewhere, and the only people I wanted to vent to, use Mac computers.  I just want it known that I hate Mac computers.  Honestly, how long does it take to eject a disk from your computer?  Today, it took me 5 minutes.  Literally, 5 minutes to eject a CD from a clients Mac computer.  Had it not been for the fact that it was not my computer, I would have thrown the computer and put a PC on my credit card.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511278760083099771-2444244293451786830?l=senicaslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2444244293451786830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3511278760083099771&amp;postID=2444244293451786830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/2444244293451786830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/2444244293451786830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/macs-suck.html' title='Mac&apos;s Suck'/><author><name>Senica Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01765516257793734097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SYyPeUF81vI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj6nQ5yV-3g/S220/with_wes_dogs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511278760083099771.post-8817080092348525138</id><published>2008-04-30T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:19:13.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;rash &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ssistance &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ecovery &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ystem&lt;br /&gt;Developed by Senica Gonzalez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This document will be added to in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thesis&lt;br /&gt;The goal with CARS is to develop an API that will allow recovery on software and websites with data entry to recover on the loss of a web browser or system crash and not lose information entered.  CARS can be applied to hardware power failure practices as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice&lt;br /&gt;Persistent connection to server.  Small bytes of data transfer with current state of webbrowser.&lt;br /&gt;Web browser plugin to transfer data to sites supporting CARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Application&lt;br /&gt;Registration forms, data entry websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current State&lt;br /&gt;CARS is currently being used in home automation systems with Pulizzi integration.  This allows for a full system recovery and power up sequences using Pulizzi controllers and programmed techniques.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511278760083099771-8817080092348525138?l=senicaslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8817080092348525138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3511278760083099771&amp;postID=8817080092348525138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/8817080092348525138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3511278760083099771/posts/default/8817080092348525138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senicaslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/cars.html' title='CARS'/><author><name>Senica Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01765516257793734097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE2z2HmV_Fk/SYyPeUF81vI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj6nQ5yV-3g/S220/with_wes_dogs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
