<?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-9147970564601214454</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:27:02.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Worst Advice Ever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zacadriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R9h1Hb3tBqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pzk-vL0GcmE/S220/!cid_image005_jpg%4001C88282.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-9147970564601214454.post-8657873669134492696</id><published>2009-11-10T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:28:49.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Halidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"For all of the things we treasure, all the things that give us joy. We must look at the context of which we posture ourselves within the propetual movements of the seasons of time". Ben Franklin ,1772  Not really I just made this up but hey it sort sounds like some kind of BS that we hear all the time. I hate that my OCD forces me to push doors shut all the way, and sort items out by size, and throw away everything that I do not want to take care of. But on the other hand I love that I think of my wife and kids most of the day and waste all the money I haven't made yet on stuff they don't want to take care of. Because I know that one day I will be better then I was before. Then I can get over it and say it does not matter and not care if I spelled it write.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Krist moss tu ya'll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147970564601214454-8657873669134492696?l=worstadviceever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/feeds/8657873669134492696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147970564601214454&amp;postID=8657873669134492696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/8657873669134492696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/8657873669134492696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoppy-halidays.html' title='Hoppy Halidays'/><author><name>Zacadriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R9h1Hb3tBqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pzk-vL0GcmE/S220/!cid_image005_jpg%4001C88282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147970564601214454.post-5109081553456294186</id><published>2009-10-30T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:24:27.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to put on my facebook.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone I just remembered I have a blog on the internet. I hope to get back to writing and sharing with you please feel free to take sometime to ignore all post and not reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147970564601214454-5109081553456294186?l=worstadviceever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/feeds/5109081553456294186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147970564601214454&amp;postID=5109081553456294186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/5109081553456294186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/5109081553456294186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-to-put-on-my-facebook.html' title='I have to put on my facebook.'/><author><name>Zacadriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R9h1Hb3tBqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pzk-vL0GcmE/S220/!cid_image005_jpg%4001C88282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147970564601214454.post-9139785980045771851</id><published>2008-03-24T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:57:45.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys always look....       like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R-g2V8RRuBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CJBnS_uJMX8/s1600-h/!ATT0025614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R-g2V8RRuBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CJBnS_uJMX8/s320/!ATT0025614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181451121873500178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147970564601214454-9139785980045771851?l=worstadviceever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/feeds/9139785980045771851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147970564601214454&amp;postID=9139785980045771851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/9139785980045771851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/9139785980045771851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/2008/03/monkeys-always-look-like-you.html' title='Monkeys always look....       like you.'/><author><name>Zacadriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R9h1Hb3tBqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pzk-vL0GcmE/S220/!cid_image005_jpg%4001C88282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R-g2V8RRuBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CJBnS_uJMX8/s72-c/!ATT0025614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147970564601214454.post-1127002117409441867</id><published>2008-03-18T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:33:31.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So why were you speeding?</title><content type='html'>Some of the most frustrating situations come from our own actions. Getting pulled over for speeding, Asking for a price check, Eating at a buffet, Going to the movies. When things like this happen take a moment and act bad, after waiting what you feel is enough time for someone to help you. Ask random yet serious questions. You are waiting for the stock boy to tell you how much the banana's are, look at him in the eye and ask."Could you help me find my daughter?" Pause and wait for them to take you seriously then let them off the hook. When you get pulled over and the officer ask for your licences. Ask him if you should change the picture or get a body double. most likely he will blog that to all his cop buddies. At a buffet tell everyone that the fries cost extra. The key to having the same experiences in life as the folks on Commercials is to make everyone else take notice of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you get through the day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147970564601214454-1127002117409441867?l=worstadviceever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/feeds/1127002117409441867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147970564601214454&amp;postID=1127002117409441867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/1127002117409441867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/1127002117409441867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-why-were-you-speeding.html' title='So why were you speeding?'/><author><name>Zacadriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R9h1Hb3tBqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pzk-vL0GcmE/S220/!cid_image005_jpg%4001C88282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147970564601214454.post-8585355256661998091</id><published>2008-03-13T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:55:58.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to bed!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We all need to realize that moderation is key to happiness. Don't Over eat all the time and you won't be over weight all the time. Get enough sleep and you will get enough done the next day. Make time for everyone in your house. Make everyone in your house make time for you. Give everyone some space. Get some space for yourself. Don't over think the obvious. Don't be so obvious in what you think. Be different. everyone else has problems. Have some resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147970564601214454-8585355256661998091?l=worstadviceever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/feeds/8585355256661998091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147970564601214454&amp;postID=8585355256661998091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/8585355256661998091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/8585355256661998091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/2008/03/go-to-bed.html' title='Go to bed!!!!!'/><author><name>Zacadriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R9h1Hb3tBqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pzk-vL0GcmE/S220/!cid_image005_jpg%4001C88282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147970564601214454.post-7626690120226790594</id><published>2008-03-12T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:15:03.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's not my type, she's my sister.</title><content type='html'>When someone tells about an event that they are experiencing. We have this primordial compulsion to tell them what they should do because we are the foremost experts in that field. We are so certain of ourselves that we are right and we know what will happen in all events to come. No one else can change what we know or tell us anything else.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I have given this type of advice to my sister on a regular basis about parenting. My sister became pregnant when she was in her mid 20’s. After marrying at an early age and not pursuing all of her teenage ambitions she was blessed with a little boy. One day before I had my own children she was talking to me about how difficult it was to keep her son entertained and acting like the little angel we all had better say he is. So after careful consideration and split-second judgment I told her. “ What you should do is give him a little brother or sister”.  She of course looked me in the eye and said “no” The Baby factory is closed.&lt;br /&gt; My logic behind this was that we grew up as siblings and we understood how that type of dynamic worked. If we had nothing to do and we could not get the attention of our parents or friends we always had each other to tourment. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   When she started telling me how hard it was to get him to do his homework and how many times he had no interest in school. I told her “What you should do is get him in to sports or some after-school program“.&lt;br /&gt; She informed me then that he is in all kinds of extra activities. That’s why he doesn't focus at school. &lt;br /&gt;My logic behind this is that if you can give him something he likes to do. Then you can help him understand that focus will give you the best rewards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147970564601214454-7626690120226790594?l=worstadviceever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/feeds/7626690120226790594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147970564601214454&amp;postID=7626690120226790594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/7626690120226790594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/7626690120226790594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-not-my-type-shes-my-sister.html' title='She&apos;s not my type, she&apos;s my sister.'/><author><name>Zacadriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R9h1Hb3tBqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pzk-vL0GcmE/S220/!cid_image005_jpg%4001C88282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147970564601214454.post-8502134817874981</id><published>2008-03-11T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:11:18.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we do it?,it?it?,it?</title><content type='html'>After I turned thirty, I realized that my ideas have not changed any in the past twenty years. After cancer, poverty, abuse, faith, faith part two, marriage, school, college, career, kids, abuse part two, friends life issues, Families life issues, and reinventing myself.&lt;br /&gt;I still think that I know it all.&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only person who thinks this is funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my friends have gone on a quest to improve themselves. One is in his late 60's trying to open a resturant the same way he remembers doing it in the 60's. The other is in his early 20's and wants to buy his first home.&lt;br /&gt;They share a common thread in not wanting to fail and not having capital. They ask me for advice into there endevores. So after seconds of meditation and looking for any obvious angle. I realized they need to dose themselves with reality.My suggestion "liquidate all assests". Everything they have down to a clean pair of und's and use all of their new capital to pursue their dreams. I wanted them to really test their mental metal and see why they wanted what they wanted. Once facing the Harry Carry option of sacrifice. Plans change but their dreams did not die. They understood that their family have more say in what they do than they thought. It's ok to try something new but remember you have to check your bags before going through the gate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147970564601214454-8502134817874981?l=worstadviceever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/feeds/8502134817874981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147970564601214454&amp;postID=8502134817874981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/8502134817874981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/8502134817874981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-we-do-itititit.html' title='Why do we do it?,it?it?,it?'/><author><name>Zacadriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R9h1Hb3tBqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pzk-vL0GcmE/S220/!cid_image005_jpg%4001C88282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147970564601214454.post-3307582520392836372</id><published>2008-03-11T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:09:55.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your mom have to do...with you?</title><content type='html'>My Mother was the baby of eight children and was raised as fast as my grandparents could raise her. She had been married several times before I was born and had never found a husband. One night she was telling me how unhappy she was with the boyfriend in her life. So I told her “What you should do is buy a color television“. So she asked me why? I told her that if we had a color television. We could watch it together and she wouldn’t have to go out to see anyone else. At the time I was six and my parents had just divorced, my mom was working nights and we stayed with my grandparents during the day. Curtis Mathis Televisions were advertised like cell phone companies advertise new calling plans today that keep you in touch with your family. So I figured that if we had a Color TV then she could be happy at home instead of crying about how unhappy she was in life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Later on my mother emancipated herself and married again to a man that would sit in front of a TV for the rest of his life. She was still not happy. Many times before I married or even dated anyone she and I would talk about how angry she was about how the man she married could not fill the role of her husband. In most all of these discussions I would tell her “What you should do is kick him out” She would sometimes ask me how could she or she would tell me that she couldn’t do that. My feelings at that time were that my mom was the smartest person in the world, she had the answer for all of my questions. She told me if someone is being mean to me get away from him or her and if they would not leave me alone to tell an adult and if I have to, “hit them hard make them cry and run away“. So I could not understand why she would not follow her own advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147970564601214454-3307582520392836372?l=worstadviceever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/feeds/3307582520392836372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147970564601214454&amp;postID=3307582520392836372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/3307582520392836372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/3307582520392836372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-does-your-mom-have-to-dowith-you.html' title='What does your mom have to do...with you?'/><author><name>Zacadriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R9h1Hb3tBqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pzk-vL0GcmE/S220/!cid_image005_jpg%4001C88282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147970564601214454.post-2054655736822581499</id><published>2008-03-10T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:27:05.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Looks good on paper. What's paper</title><content type='html'>I have come to understand that no one makes decisions on there own. Everyone has issues they try to sucker some sap into helping them with. I have been that sap and I will share these story's with you. As well as offer up the best possible advice I can with your issues. This is a hobby I have come to love. However make no mistake any advice anyone offers is to be considered the worlds worst. If they have no vestment to the vexation, they have no loss. More to come on tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147970564601214454-2054655736822581499?l=worstadviceever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/feeds/2054655736822581499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147970564601214454&amp;postID=2054655736822581499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/2054655736822581499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147970564601214454/posts/default/2054655736822581499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstadviceever.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-looks-good-on-paper-whats-paper.html' title='It Looks good on paper. What&apos;s paper'/><author><name>Zacadriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XOvLUa0J0sA/R9h1Hb3tBqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pzk-vL0GcmE/S220/!cid_image005_jpg%4001C88282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
