<?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-33510996</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:36:32.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tynehiatt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510996.post-116319964765621416</id><published>2006-11-10T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:00:47.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My choice</title><content type='html'>A choice is a decision that we make according to a foreknowledge of what could or could not happen.  By making assertions of some kind we become even more knowledgeable or even more stupid.  There are some choices that my friends have made that have made them better.  I also have some friends that have made bad choices leading them to a life of hell.&lt;br /&gt;There is one kid that I knew when I was young he now is a drunk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-116319964765621416?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116319964765621416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=116319964765621416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116319964765621416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116319964765621416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-choice.html' title='My choice'/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-116259488146127029</id><published>2006-11-03T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:01:21.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a change</title><content type='html'>Time for a change&lt;br /&gt;Life is a stressful thing; full of hard times, good times, and the questionable medium of where all is well but not.   I have noticed these past few weeks that what goes around comes around because what we do to others we get it back in a similar way.  My friend just broke up with his fiancé.  He is taking it really hard, he even tried to wash away the pain by taking 10 pain killers that he had from a previous operation.  The thing is he broke up with one other girl friend years ago and this girl did the same thing he is doing.  Some people just take things too extreme or something I don’t know.  I had a relationship for a few years and we broke it off yes it was difficult and long but I got over it.  So what can I do to help my friend get out of the slump he is in? Is there something that I can do to help him or is it just something that he has to on his own?&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to him many times about the situation the girl he dated was an okay person but she is crazy.  She had another boyfriend in the mission that was going to be home in a few months and she still loved this kid.  She also told my friend that she loved him and not the missionary, but she had mixed feelings for the missionary.  I found that to be asinine and stupid, why would someone tell another that they are in love if they aren’t in the first place? I have no clue, but I think that it is the coldest thing in the world. &lt;br /&gt;There are some more things that she did to him and I will just share a few of them with you.  When her “missionary,” got home she told my friend that she needed some time to think, and to go see if she still loved the missionary.  They were separated for a few weeks and they got back together.  Then my friend asked her to marry him, and she of course said yes.  After four months of hell thy decided to break it off for good because she still wasn’t sure of what she was doing was the right thing.  When they broke off the engagement they decided to date again, who knows why they even tried again?&lt;br /&gt;Now they are broken up for good I hope, because I a tired of hearing about all the drama in their relationship. There comes a point where you just can’t take in any more crap that is so depressing.  After all is said and done I hope that my friend will find someone that will take him for whom he is.  The think is this relationship has led me to believe that relationships are just a big drama, with hurt and love. There is a song that goes like this, “love oh bitter-sweet,” I believe that this is true love is a good thing but it can hurt you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-116259488146127029?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116259488146127029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=116259488146127029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116259488146127029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116259488146127029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-for-change.html' title='time for a change'/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-116191564671947888</id><published>2006-10-26T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:20:46.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search</title><content type='html'>The search for a topic to write about in my research paper has been a little hard.  There are so many things that I can write about, there is so much diversity in the world.  It’s not impossible to find a topic, I will mention some options that popup in my head.  Its hard to narrow it down my mind is really tired because of work and all the other stresses that I have in my life right now it is difficult to concentrate.  All I have to do is focus on the paper for about ten minutes then I will find the golden topic. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of writing something on my major like the professor had mentioned a few days ago in class. My major of the course of study that I want to be a part of is nursing.  There are so many topics to write about, because to the vastness of the topic it is hard to narrow it down to one thing.  My interest in nursing was peeked when one of my nephews was in the hospital a few years ago.  He was very sick; the moment I saw him in the bed looking at me I could tell that he wasn’t feeling good.  Pediatrics is what I am interested in, to see the pain in the little ones makes me feel horrible.  Maybe I could talk about pediatric nurses to find out the perks of the job.&lt;br /&gt;I was also thinking of something like one of my friends wrote on one of his papers a couple years ago on a certain thing on a car.  His subject was interesting to me and sparked an idea about maybe I could write something about the history of the combustible engine or something.  I don’t know, his topic was on turbo charger verses supper charger.  I of course will not write on this subject but my thoughts have been directed in that direction.  The only thing is that I want this topic that will be chosen, to be interesting to the teacher.  Something on a car subject could be boring to read unless the reader is interested in the subject.&lt;br /&gt;I had also thought of what the professor had mentioned in class about liberal education.  I think that a lot of the students will resort to the easiest place to look for a topic.  Now that this topic was mentioned I don’t thing the creativity of the mind will be shown.  This is a hard decision because if I want to find a subject that is easy and that the whole class is familiar with; speaking for liberal education.  I don’t think I will write about this subject.&lt;br /&gt;So the search is still going and I need to find something soon hopefully it will turn out to be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-116191564671947888?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116191564671947888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=116191564671947888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116191564671947888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116191564671947888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/search.html' title='The Search'/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-116191183964659687</id><published>2006-10-26T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:17:19.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tynehiatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tynehiatt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-116191183964659687?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116191183964659687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=116191183964659687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116191183964659687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116191183964659687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/tynehiatt.html' title='Tynehiatt'/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-116017194430731307</id><published>2006-10-06T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:59:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Damnation of a Canyon"</title><content type='html'>There once was a center in the beautiful place that we now call the Grand Canyon.  Glen canyon national park once was a beautiful place where tourists used to go and float the river.  Now, the floating devices are powerboats with big engines that contaminate the region.  The once beautiful place now is a contaminated dump, “the damnation of a canyon”.&lt;br /&gt;The author, Edward Abby, tells us the comparison of how it was before and how the canyon is now from his own experience.  There are differences that he has seen when the river was a free flowing body of water, and now that there is a mass of concrete and how it is affecting him. &lt;br /&gt;His point of view about the big barrier is some what one sided.  The dam is like a “Bath tub”, that is never at the same level of water that is used for some sort of recreation.  The once great waters of the Colorado River now are just a big manmade pond.  That shouldn’t even be there.  The uses are of the lake or reservoirs are only to power the western U.S.  The other uses of the reservoir are for a recreational use. &lt;br /&gt;The way the lake has changed the area and the depleting of abundance of wild life has changed dramatically.  There once was a big area of trees and all the birds in the area would come to nest and live in peace, now that has all changed.  All the play holes, and protective areas for that animal life was changed.  The flooding waters drowned the habitants in their places of protection.  Now the remnants of these animals are fossils buried in the mud. “The grave yard”, is what the author calls this place a prison of death.  Glen canyon was once a living place, now it is dead.&lt;br /&gt;The expense of going to Lake Powel has changed dramatically before you would only spend a few dollars to rent a raft, now you have to buy a big boat that costs about a hundred thousand dollars.  The float trips are no longer possible because of the mass of lake in front you.  The tour of Lake Powel is more expensive now and will get more expensive as time goes bye.&lt;br /&gt;Drain the lake and the old place that once was beautiful will be restored to is original state.  Our kids may enjoy the fruitful experience of glen canyon.  All the animals will come back and all will be as it was.  The “graveyard” will become another living thing, and people will flock to its beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-116017194430731307?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116017194430731307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=116017194430731307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116017194430731307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116017194430731307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/damnation-of-canyon.html' title='&quot;The Damnation of a Canyon&quot;'/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-116011377872775117</id><published>2006-10-05T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:49:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the frustraitons of school</title><content type='html'>The Frustrations of School&lt;br /&gt;            I know that a lot of people go through the same thing as I am.  An overwhelming feeling of frustration comes over you because of all the schooling that you have accomplished.  Most of my classes are simple, but they have a lot of work involved not just in class but homework.  I go to school thinking that all is going to be good and I will learn for my self.  The classes are there to help me become a more rounded and educated person.  The thing is all of them demand so much time and effort to even pass the class it is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;            I feel like all the work I do has to be perfect, I have to get good grades in order to do what major I am looking for.  With all the work involved in schoolwork it is hard to focus all your time and attention on all your courses.  An example is that you have a paper in English do one week and you have a test that same day in another class. All the stress that is involved is such a burden.  Even the journal assignments are hard to squeeze in the time that I have to study. &lt;br /&gt;            The social life is swallowed up in schooling, but this could be a good thing.  In my life I see schooling as a preparation for a family financial foundation.  After school you go home to the social life of a family man. Time put in to school helps you in the long run like you will be able to go on vacations later.  Your family can now be involved because of your success in school.  The ability to write and communicate because of the English class is broadened. The social skills will be more powerful than you would have had before. &lt;br /&gt;            Even though school is frustrating because of the lack of time, there are some forms of advantages.  Like I have just stated previously, but there are some disadvantages too. You might get really stressed that you want to just dropout and forget about the benefits that there are.  My classes have helped me keep busy and stay on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-116011377872775117?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116011377872775117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=116011377872775117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116011377872775117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/116011377872775117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/frustraitons-of-school.html' title='the frustraitons of school'/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-115896264759730674</id><published>2006-09-22T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:04:07.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What are the reasons for missed care in the medical profession, meaning what is usually missed in regular nurse care of a patient?   What is the reaction of the nursing staff because of this lack of care for patients?  I what asked, Beatrice J Kalisch, who has a  Phd, Rn, Faam, in her line of work which is the medical field .   In this study of why are nurses missing things in caring for her patients.  She first went to a really nice state of the art hospital to conduct the study on the way some nurses act.   She used a few people to make the study unique by picking and sorting (RN’s), (LPN’s), and (NA’s).  She set the people up for an interview and asked every on of them some certain questions about their job.&lt;br /&gt;            On purpose she called them in and withholding their title so that they would have all the same level of status in the hospital.  She asked them all to share with her their own analyses of the people that they work with.  Beatrice wanted all interviews to be confidential for the safety of the workers jobs and their social life in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;            One study was on a woman who had a “C-section” and one of the nurses had left something in the woman and the doctor didn’t notice what had just happened.  So they sewed her right up without care.  The woman later on had some pains in the stomach region.  Then went to the hospital to find out what was wrong with her and they did a sonogram on her stomach and found a piece of gauze there.  They pulled it out with another surgery and told the woman she couldn’t have kids any more.&lt;br /&gt;            My question is how did they miss something commonly used in surgeries and in all medicine?  The reason is stated that because of the shortage in nurses in the hospital and the long hours of the doctor may put stress on them.  Thus, causing them to forget the little things that can affect someone’s life which is so precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-115896264759730674?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115896264759730674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=115896264759730674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115896264759730674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115896264759730674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-are-reasons-for-missed-care-in.html' title=''/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-115896047905633900</id><published>2006-09-22T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:27:59.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tynehiatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tynehiatt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-115896047905633900?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115896047905633900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=115896047905633900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115896047905633900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115896047905633900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/tynehiatt.html' title='Tynehiatt'/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-115829695442852568</id><published>2006-09-14T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:09:14.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a movie out that stars Ben Stellar called “Meet the Fauckers”.  The main character is ma de fun of because he isn’t a doctor but is a Nurse.  The comedy of one aspect has influenced me to choose the field that I want to go into.  The one that has got me to think more in depth while in high school was the TV show “ER”.&lt;br /&gt;    The way things might be in the future I’m not sure.  I have been reaching out for an associate’s degree in science.  This would lead me to a batcher’s degree in Nursing.  While I was talking to my co-worker, one day we were conversing, about what we wanted to do in the future.  I mentioned that I wanted to be a Nurse, he then told me, “All I think about in a nurse is a ‘white skirt’.” Is nursing just a job for women, and are men alienated from the world of the “white Skirt”?  I am just saying that nursing has been a job for mostly women in the past; things have changed. &lt;br /&gt;People tend to ask, “Why do you want to be a nurse?”  I tell them “I feel like it’s something I need to do”.  They always ask why don’t you just become a doctor or something like that, you will make more money?  My answer to that is “I’m not in it for the money.  All I want to do is help people be well.  And I want to get there as fast as I can.”  Maybe some day I will choose to become a MD or something like that but for now a nursing degree is just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I do get a little discouraged in my studies because nursing is such a competitive field to go into.  A friend of mine was put on a waiting list for 2 years because of all the people that are trying to get into the nursing program.  Another friend she was telling me about all the grades you have to gain to even get into the program.  I guess you have to be good in school to be good at what you do in the future.  We are talking about helping people and not killing them. &lt;br /&gt;In the fourteenth century people feared doctors and nurses.  When the patient left the doctors house they never came back, because they were dead.  Time and technology have changed, causing people to go to the hospital more often than before.  Has this change potentially made health care more acceptable and not as frightful?  It has shown to be so, people come and go to the hospital more now than ever.  Also people can be cared for in their own homes.  It may be hard to achieve a nursing degree but it is well worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-115829695442852568?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115829695442852568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=115829695442852568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115829695442852568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115829695442852568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-is-movie-out-that-stars-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-115769492612771805</id><published>2006-09-07T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:55:26.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Am I Driving In My Sleep</title><content type='html'>Why Am I Driving In My Sleep&lt;br /&gt;            The other night I was up late watching a movie that I haven’t seen.  It was good, and it made me thing of some certain things in my life that are bothering me.  The one that was so strong was work.  I work in the auto restoration industry which is somewhat rewarding.  There is a road you have to take to get the reward you have to work. At night I think of what I can do to fix a problem that I couldn’t figure out during the day.&lt;br /&gt;            We are working on a variety of old vehicles and I am personally assigned to one of them at the moment.  An old 1972 mustang it’s not even a good-looking car but someone likes it.  I have found so many problems with the car it is rusting through out the whole car.  I have cut and tried to replace some bad panels.  When I cut one I have to cut another and it is a continuing process. &lt;br /&gt;            My thoughts at night are how am I going to tare the car apart and then piece it together?  Will the owner be happy with the work I do on his car?  Will my boss approve of the details that are involved in putting it together?  These cars are not just a “you better get macco” job, but they are worth some value and are treated as a  “show car”.  I think of what I can do to better my work, to please the customer, to be on good ground with the boss, and to be happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;            What I do to go to sleep is I try to think of something else that does not include work.  I try to think of what I did during the day other than work.  Like in an uncomfortable conversation I just tend to change the subject that is being discussed.  Then I get out of the situation and try to forget that it had happened.  Remembering that tomorrow I will have to face the same question, what am I going to do to fix this stupid car?  &lt;br /&gt;Most people I meet and some of my friends say, “that’s a cool job”, when ever I tell them what I do. Restoring cars is very stressful and its hard manual work plus its dirty.  Now, I have school to think about and my loss of sleep will be because of school. This is my problem and it will most likely change as my life progresses. Next I will wake up with a crying baby or a sick kid with the flu. You never know a lot of things can keep you up at night.  It all depends on where you are at socially in your life there will be different things that will keep you up at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-115769492612771805?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115769492612771805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=115769492612771805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115769492612771805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115769492612771805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-am-i-driving-in-my-sleep.html' title='Why Am I Driving In My Sleep'/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-115708167526844192</id><published>2006-08-31T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:34:35.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why Don’t I Understand What Women Think?&lt;br /&gt;            Women are so extremely complicated the way they act, the way they talk, and even the way they walk. They are so confusing. The thing is there are some that are easy to read and some that are hard to read.  I go crazy and questions like, “what is she thinking?” “Is she having a good time?” Or, “does she like me?” How do I know, or what can I do to know what they are thinking of. &lt;br /&gt;            I have met so many different kinds of women in my life, and in so many different circumstances have I come to know them. I have been set up on blind dates, even a spontaneous “hello lets go out some time”, or just meting though friends. There are only are only a few women in my life.  These experiences have helped me to not understand what women are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;            My friend set me up on this blind date with Jamie a nineteen-year-old college student, at the time she was working at a local grocery store.  She was beautiful; she had a nice body, a great smile, nice eyes, and long brown hair.  At first she seamed a little shy but as the date went on she loosened up a little.  I asked questions about her that made her ask questions about me. She finally opened up and the communication was good. Then she started to get comfortable with me, and we started to cuddle.  At the end of the date she said nothing, nothing at all. I felt horrible, seriously what was she thinking? Did I do something wrong? No. &lt;br /&gt;            The spontaneous hello was, when I saw Michelle a young eighteen year old.  She came into work one day to get her car fixed. After she had left I told my boss that she was cute and a minute latter he came up to me and gave me her phone number.  I thought she had given it to my boss but I found out that he wrote it down from the caller ID.  One day I called her, it scarred her it seemed, the tone of her voice was cautious. We still contacted each other for about a month.  During that month she stood me up twice and I finally said that’s enough. She had told me that, someone on the first blind date she had ever been on had raped her. When she told me this I understood that she was afraid to go on a date with someone that she didn’t know that well.  It took me a month to realize her reason.&lt;br /&gt;            There was this one girl that I met through a group of friends her name was Mary.  She was one of the most obvious women I have ever met. All the body language, the smiles, and just the way she presented herself.  This relationship lasted about three months, but at the end I found out that she was just in need for someone to hold her.  Also the reason why she liked me was the action, it was good. She was an example to me of a woman that I could read but one that I couldn’t.  Mary was so forward but she didn’t know what she wanted. &lt;br /&gt;              It may take a while for me to understand how women think especially because there are so many different types.  Every one has there own way of acting and reacting to certain situations, I think all women are as diverse as there are colors in the rainbow.  So how can I tell what a woman is thinking if there are so many different women out there?  All I have done is try to learn their thoughts by the way they act, and I can usually talk to them about what they are thinking by asking direct questions. I do not believe I will ever truly understand women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-115708167526844192?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115708167526844192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=115708167526844192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115708167526844192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115708167526844192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-dont-i-understand-what-women-think.html' title=''/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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-33510996.post-115681548680008853</id><published>2006-08-28T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:53:22.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it</title><content type='html'>Never give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510996-115681548680008853?l=tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115681548680008853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510996&amp;postID=115681548680008853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115681548680008853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510996/posts/default/115681548680008853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tynerayhiatt.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-did-it.html' title='i did it'/><author><name>TyneR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634540724234672450</uri><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></feed>
