<?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-2885162422769702478</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:54:44.376-07:00</updated><category term='Peterson Library'/><category term='Mr. Pace'/><category term='Freddie Furdette'/><category term='Converse High Tops'/><category term='Melissa Warner'/><category term='Doni Meadows'/><category term='Kim Hutcheon'/><category term='Brett Carlisle'/><category term='Melanie Rose'/><category term='Coach May'/><category term='Fourth Grade Class'/><category term='Students'/><category term='Goodbye'/><category term='Todd Mecham'/><category term='Scott May'/><category term='Eric Peterson'/><category term='Coaches'/><category term='Pat Matsumori'/><category term='Third Grade'/><category term='Jordan High School'/><category term='Keith Norris'/><category term='JD Barnes'/><category term='Slap Fighting'/><category term='Brent Basta'/><category term='Teachers'/><category term='Brad Murray'/><category term='Reunion'/><category term='Sean Meade'/><category term='Jamie Fullmer'/><category term='Heather Fowler'/><category term='Jobs'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='Hackysack'/><category term='Name on Sweatpants'/><category term='Advice'/><category term='Guitar'/><category term='Ms Baxter'/><category term='Economy'/><category term='Tom Brand'/><category term='Ms. Baxter'/><category term='Restaurants'/><category term='Al Watrin'/><category term='Lake Powell'/><category term='Mike Skousen'/><category term='Blaine Dehaan'/><category term='Cindy Jeppson'/><category term='Scott Jensen'/><category term='Hopscotch'/><category term='Melinda Dennison'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Russ Hodges'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Chris Cano'/><title type='text'>89' Beetdiggers BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'>Beetdiggers blogging, sharing memories, and laughing hysterically.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-5638018942190345762</id><published>2009-07-23T22:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:54:45.250-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye'/><title type='text'>Goodbye for Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Smk9hNYtXII/AAAAAAAAAIA/wTqTDcv3ZUA/s1600-h/052809-Eric-Portrait-2small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Smk9hNYtXII/AAAAAAAAAIA/wTqTDcv3ZUA/s200/052809-Eric-Portrait-2small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361884472099560578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This blog has been a fun way to share my memories of High School, amongst other things. But now that the 20 year reunion has come and gone, and we've settled back into our pre-reunion lives, I've decided this is my last blog entry. I'm very easy to find on Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, ReverbNation, etc. if you want to reminisce. Most of my online activities are at YouTube or my guitar lesson site &lt;a href="http://www.guitarantics.com/"&gt;www.guitarantics.com&lt;/a&gt;, hope to talk to you soon. Keep blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-5638018942190345762?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/5638018942190345762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5638018942190345762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5638018942190345762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-for-now.html' title='Goodbye for Now.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Smk9hNYtXII/AAAAAAAAAIA/wTqTDcv3ZUA/s72-c/052809-Eric-Portrait-2small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-4181074263866981156</id><published>2009-07-15T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:49:34.686-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Powell'/><title type='text'>Memories from Lake Powell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sl6VC_vVNcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HwVVNerFWi8/s1600-h/LakePowell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sl6VC_vVNcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HwVVNerFWi8/s200/LakePowell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358884485319701954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us spent some time down at Lake Powell after we graduated. What are some of your favorite memories? Many of mine involve friends, girlfriends, fun on the lake, being bored, renting a houseboat, beer and awkward timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-4181074263866981156?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/4181074263866981156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories-from-lake-powell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4181074263866981156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4181074263866981156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories-from-lake-powell.html' title='Memories from Lake Powell.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sl6VC_vVNcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HwVVNerFWi8/s72-c/LakePowell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-8891287426697203189</id><published>2009-07-07T11:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:25:14.555-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Name on Sweatpants'/><title type='text'>Name on your Sweatpants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SlOE20qClHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nxHJqQNomHI/s1600-h/name+on+sweats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SlOE20qClHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nxHJqQNomHI/s200/name+on+sweats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355770459256427634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did we put our nicknames on the backside of our sweatpants? Wow. It really hits me as ridiculous. My nickname was the Jock Rocker as I played Football and was also a Rockin' Guitarist. But I can't figure out what was cool about this trend. C'mon everyone, LAUGH, you know you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-8891287426697203189?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/8891287426697203189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/name-on-your-sweatpants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/8891287426697203189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/8891287426697203189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/name-on-your-sweatpants.html' title='Name on your Sweatpants.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SlOE20qClHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nxHJqQNomHI/s72-c/name+on+sweats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-287651492460107464</id><published>2009-07-07T11:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:15:42.979-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Converse High Tops'/><title type='text'>Converse High Tops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SlOCpzXrmAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/79C3ycvw8T8/s1600-h/converse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SlOCpzXrmAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/79C3ycvw8T8/s320/converse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355768036549433346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how cool I thought I was in my Converse High Tops. All I can remember now is how much support they lacked and how stinky they got. Hmm, the memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-287651492460107464?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/287651492460107464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/converse-high-tops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/287651492460107464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/287651492460107464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/converse-high-tops.html' title='Converse High Tops.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SlOCpzXrmAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/79C3ycvw8T8/s72-c/converse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-7776736468057435222</id><published>2009-07-07T10:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:54:10.627-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slap Fighting'/><title type='text'>Slap Fights Were Stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SlN9mJDiHvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NuS1Y1TICAE/s1600-h/slapfight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SlN9mJDiHvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NuS1Y1TICAE/s320/slapfight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355762476092890866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you ever involved in a slap fight in High School? What a dumb game. Jose Garcia and I reminisced about slap fighting recently. I don't really remember what the point was. I guess if you couldn't fight without getting in trouble that slap fights were the alternative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-7776736468057435222?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/7776736468057435222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/slap-fights-were-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7776736468057435222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7776736468057435222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/slap-fights-were-stupid.html' title='Slap Fights Were Stupid.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SlN9mJDiHvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NuS1Y1TICAE/s72-c/slapfight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-4768290646389534203</id><published>2009-07-02T10:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:13:41.465-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Do You Need Work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkzcSP3sX5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WlNCIjTLb8I/s1600-h/business_cartoons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkzcSP3sX5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WlNCIjTLb8I/s320/business_cartoons.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353896263092559762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you out of work? Do you have a friend or family member that's out of work right now? The economy is pretty scary and I believe as Beetdiggers, we should stay connected, network, and help each other if needs be. If you're looking for work, let's brainstorm on the blog about businesses we own, or know of that may need good people. Let's not let someone we know sit at home without work to support their family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-4768290646389534203?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/4768290646389534203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-need-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4768290646389534203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4768290646389534203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-need-work.html' title='Do You Need Work?'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkzcSP3sX5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WlNCIjTLb8I/s72-c/business_cartoons.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-5525737091340915113</id><published>2009-07-01T18:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:49:37.961-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Brand'/><title type='text'>FYI -  Music Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkwEB2tzjjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zmGp7DoEjig/s1600-h/061509-Eric%26Tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkwEB2tzjjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zmGp7DoEjig/s320/061509-Eric%26Tom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353658486950694450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom Brand and I have decided to release a CD together and are currently writing and recording the songs. We hope the project will be a cool mix of his vocal stylings and my hyper guitar riffs. We are throwing around names for the project and are open to your suggestions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Stay tuned to this Blog where you get the nitty gritty details first! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-5525737091340915113?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/5525737091340915113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/fyi-music-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5525737091340915113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5525737091340915113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/07/fyi-music-project.html' title='FYI -  Music Project'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkwEB2tzjjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zmGp7DoEjig/s72-c/061509-Eric%26Tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-7775705410580481658</id><published>2009-06-27T20:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:41:56.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reunion'/><title type='text'>Fix Your Face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkbYVrnl2eI/AAAAAAAAAGo/USxgksRg4UE/s1600-h/edgar_mib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkbYVrnl2eI/AAAAAAAAAGo/USxgksRg4UE/s320/edgar_mib.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352203074174048738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have asked me how our reunion went. I think it was a great event and I was glad to be there as well as contribute where I could. Overall, the feeling for me was like the movie Men in Black where the bug enters Edgar the farmer guy. Everyone's face looked different, distorted, contorted after 20 years. I wanted to go around and fix people's faces to match my memories. And I'm sure they felt the same about me. Here's to being alive and well folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-7775705410580481658?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/7775705410580481658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/fix-your-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7775705410580481658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7775705410580481658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/fix-your-face.html' title='Fix Your Face.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkbYVrnl2eI/AAAAAAAAAGo/USxgksRg4UE/s72-c/edgar_mib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-4847777760145386118</id><published>2009-06-26T16:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:27:57.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopscotch'/><title type='text'>Bad Ankles?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkVSw4RXKSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ffqwq5CtNQw/s1600-h/Hopscotch1900F294.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkVSw4RXKSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ffqwq5CtNQw/s320/Hopscotch1900F294.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351774731892107554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your ankles bad from playing Hopscotch in school at any time? If so, you're not alone. I dream of touring the world as a Hopscotch Champion. Forrest Gump and his mean game of Ping Pong would have nothing on me. NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-4847777760145386118?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/4847777760145386118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-ankles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4847777760145386118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4847777760145386118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-ankles.html' title='Bad Ankles?'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkVSw4RXKSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ffqwq5CtNQw/s72-c/Hopscotch1900F294.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-2675435145693804375</id><published>2009-06-26T16:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:01:24.774-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fourth Grade Class'/><title type='text'>Hot Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkY0L1AEnrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Xql6UbM6Gu0/s1600-h/img106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkY0L1AEnrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Xql6UbM6Gu0/s320/img106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352022584987000498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember Mrs. Edelson's class? I don't remember much, other than I thought Heather Fowler, Melanie Rose, and Christine Jones were hot. What did we say in fourth grade when someone was attractive? I don't remember, hurts my head. Nice hair Oborn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-2675435145693804375?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/2675435145693804375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-were-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/2675435145693804375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/2675435145693804375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-were-hot.html' title='Hot Stuff.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkY0L1AEnrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Xql6UbM6Gu0/s72-c/img106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-8921957690089827355</id><published>2009-06-26T16:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:29:29.758-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third Grade'/><title type='text'>I Loved Math.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkVPikqi8xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2oMzGbHGK_M/s1600-h/img105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkVPikqi8xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2oMzGbHGK_M/s400/img105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351771187575976722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In third grade I was in love with Ms. Broderick, my math teacher. She wore the coolest pants. I tried to get as much personal attention through acting out and getting the wrong answer as I could. Now to think of it, not much has changed. Honey, can you help me balance the check book? Wear some tight pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-8921957690089827355?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/8921957690089827355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-loved-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/8921957690089827355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/8921957690089827355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-loved-h.html' title='I Loved Math.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkVPikqi8xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2oMzGbHGK_M/s72-c/img105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-5283797645712899671</id><published>2009-06-26T15:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:33:58.751-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Hutcheon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><title type='text'>Dancing With Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkU9y8goV5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/52pxhyMGzrM/s1600-h/img103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkU9y8goV5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/52pxhyMGzrM/s200/img103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351751677645445010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an obvious statement to make, &lt;b&gt;I don't dance&lt;/b&gt;. And, I think I remember why. In fifth grade we did a school program and they made me dance. Yes I know I'm playing the martyr/blame game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner was Kim Hutcheon. She was good enough to dance by herself why did they need me? I believe this experience stunted my dance skills growth and I never recovered. Thanks Mrs. Palmer, I'm not through with you yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-5283797645712899671?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/5283797645712899671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-memorie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5283797645712899671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5283797645712899671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-memorie.html' title='Dancing With Memories.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkU9y8goV5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/52pxhyMGzrM/s72-c/img103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-1420745307317858390</id><published>2009-06-26T15:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:54:44.452-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean Meade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurants'/><title type='text'>I Don't Get It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkU7bDELnWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XNo-x8Uo024/s1600-h/img101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkU7bDELnWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XNo-x8Uo024/s200/img101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351749068065054050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a lot of advertising and marketing these days and with the current economy see some strange Ad Campaigns. Something reminded me that in 1995 Sean Meade and I went to have some Thai food and realized we might be in the wrong place? I'm not the smartest consumer but I know that I don't like spaghetti and meatballs with my curry chicken. Are they still in business?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-1420745307317858390?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/1420745307317858390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/1420745307317858390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/1420745307317858390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I Don&apos;t Get It.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkU7bDELnWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XNo-x8Uo024/s72-c/img101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-4265488279417296734</id><published>2009-06-26T00:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:03:16.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melinda Dennison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat Matsumori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather Fowler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie Rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Cano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brent Basta'/><title type='text'>Missed People</title><content type='html'>Been thinking about the reunion and all the people that came and made it such an awesome event. As I was thinking about it I got looking through my pictures and thinking back to those days of yesteryear and realized how many people weren't there. We missed the company of many of our former classmates. I wish Brenton (formerly known as Brent)Basta could have been there. How could anyone forget Brent?? Love him or hate him, everyone knew him. I was best friends with him from 8th grade to 9th and If I had never started hanging out with him I would still be that same shy kid I was in 6th and 7th grade. Brent would talk to anyone and never cared what they thought of him. I met lots of people through him and gained confidence in talking to people. I owe some gratitude for those traits that he helped me develop. I still find myself being the person who sits on the outside watching and observing seeing how people interact and behave, but that is out of interest more than shyness. I like to engage in conversation with random people to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people that I wish could have been there.  I hope that our next reunion we will be able to get them to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkR7cqAeMOI/AAAAAAAAAvU/obSwwLZmbIw/s1600-h/brentbasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkR7cqAeMOI/AAAAAAAAAvU/obSwwLZmbIw/s320/brentbasta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351537989465813218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent Basta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkRqbUwsquI/AAAAAAAAAvE/z_J6zqdtSH4/s1600-h/brent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkRqbUwsquI/AAAAAAAAAvE/z_J6zqdtSH4/s320/brent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351519274884967138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heather Fowler and Brent Basta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkR7c3PnhoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/TRfNBZXLkIw/s1600-h/scan0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkR7c3PnhoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/TRfNBZXLkIw/s320/scan0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351537993019000450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pat Matsumori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkR7cXQQ8NI/AAAAAAAAAvM/UIPGSh7OBpQ/s1600-h/scan0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkR7cXQQ8NI/AAAAAAAAAvM/UIPGSh7OBpQ/s320/scan0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351537984431780050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda Denison, Chris Cano, Melanie Rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-4265488279417296734?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/4265488279417296734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/missed-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4265488279417296734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4265488279417296734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/missed-people.html' title='Missed People'/><author><name>Chris</name><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/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SM6Kfz2cN9I/AAAAAAAAAfs/jbw-49DWQH8/S220/Moscow2008+062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkR7cqAeMOI/AAAAAAAAAvU/obSwwLZmbIw/s72-c/brentbasta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-3479062366369821523</id><published>2009-06-26T00:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:29:52.190-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peterson Library'/><title type='text'>Weirdest Thing You Did?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRqot5cTfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EZMMxZod6OE/s1600-h/img100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRqot5cTfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EZMMxZod6OE/s200/img100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351519504970829298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the Peterson Library in Sandy? I think it was called the Arthur E Peterson library. I remember getting kicked out of there multiple times; I was innocent gangstas! What was the weirdest thing you ever did in that library? Be honest, we're getting old. That little room where you could play music never rocked so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-3479062366369821523?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/3479062366369821523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/weirdest-thing-you-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/3479062366369821523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/3479062366369821523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/weirdest-thing-you-did.html' title='Weirdest Thing You Did?'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRqot5cTfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EZMMxZod6OE/s72-c/img100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-4071304432905697995</id><published>2009-06-26T00:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:52:43.463-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms Baxter'/><title type='text'>C'mon, Who Was Your Secret Crush On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRmv5Mx1QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Exswa_s0YME/s1600-h/Baxter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRmv5Mx1QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Exswa_s0YME/s200/Baxter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351515230217295106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Facebook Class of 89' page a few of you discussed the secret crushes you had in High School. I'm displeased with the lack of candor. Someone out there had the hots for this gal and I want names! Personally, I always liked Amy Bogenschutz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-4071304432905697995?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/4071304432905697995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/cmon-who-was-your-secret-crush-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4071304432905697995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4071304432905697995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/cmon-who-was-your-secret-crush-on.html' title='C&apos;mon, Who Was Your Secret Crush On?'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRmv5Mx1QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Exswa_s0YME/s72-c/Baxter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-7439559030186369991</id><published>2009-06-25T23:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:54:49.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness Scale Decoder Ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRifHVFtOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7T7pEzDH1hA/s1600-h/funnyface-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRifHVFtOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7T7pEzDH1hA/s200/funnyface-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351510543905961186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In going through my old yearbooks I noticed I had placed numbers next to a dozen or so girls in each grade. I'm sure I was rating them on a cuteness scale of some kind, but for the life of me I can't figure out what I was thinking. If anyone has an answer key to decode this mystery, please send it to:&lt;br /&gt;you-were-retarded-in-high-school@manwhore.com, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-7439559030186369991?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/7439559030186369991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/cuteness-scale-decoder-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7439559030186369991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7439559030186369991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/cuteness-scale-decoder-ring.html' title='Cuteness Scale Decoder Ring.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRifHVFtOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7T7pEzDH1hA/s72-c/funnyface-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-5213209719907214234</id><published>2009-06-25T23:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:57:37.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hackysack'/><title type='text'>Did You Play Hacksack?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRePmefOsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cvX5v63d5TE/s1600-h/HACKY+SACK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRePmefOsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cvX5v63d5TE/s200/HACKY+SACK.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351505879342463682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel funny admitting I played a little hacksack. I wasn't very good at it but someone usually had one. Quite often my 'rocker' friends would get a game started between drags on a Marlboro. Hackysacks are a type of footbag, kind of a peculiar word ... I think my wife called me a footbag once. She denies it however.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-5213209719907214234?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/5213209719907214234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-you-play-hacksack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5213209719907214234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5213209719907214234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-you-play-hacksack.html' title='Did You Play Hacksack?'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkRePmefOsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cvX5v63d5TE/s72-c/HACKY+SACK.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-498242807381047214</id><published>2009-06-24T22:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:36:22.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todd Mecham'/><title type='text'>Funniest Person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkL3A2kWyYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hrJPbw35MMw/s1600-h/img097-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkL3A2kWyYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hrJPbw35MMw/s200/img097-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351110901289634178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vote for the funniest person in High School would be Todd Mecham. His impressions of Mr. Rasmussen were legendary, as well as this shot with a brownie in his teeth. I hope to talk to Todd sometime, he made me laugh. They didn't call him 'Teeth' for nothin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-498242807381047214?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/498242807381047214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/funniest-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/498242807381047214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/498242807381047214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/funniest-person.html' title='Funniest Person.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkL3A2kWyYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hrJPbw35MMw/s72-c/img097-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-3122636762631994901</id><published>2009-06-24T18:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:59:30.736-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reunion'/><title type='text'>30 Year Reunion Plan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLLsswCauI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9kZt4KSK-PU/s1600-h/img096-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLLsswCauI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9kZt4KSK-PU/s200/img096-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351063276056898274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to propose that the 30 year reunion be virtual, and cost $0. Here's a picture of the 5 year reunion flyer, and we just finished the 20 year. I understand inflation and the cost of living, but if the 5 year was $35.00 per couple, and the 20 year was $90 per couple, I'm afraid I'll need a loan from Fast Freddie's Money Hut to afford the next one. Let's hang out online and send virtual pizzas and beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-3122636762631994901?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/3122636762631994901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/30-year-reunion-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/3122636762631994901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/3122636762631994901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/30-year-reunion-plan.html' title='30 Year Reunion Plan.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLLsswCauI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9kZt4KSK-PU/s72-c/img096-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-8797968400563980693</id><published>2009-06-24T18:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:04:10.769-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><title type='text'>Who Let Me Do That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLJdZcA0OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lQ3Vlg43Mnc/s1600-h/img095-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLJdZcA0OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lQ3Vlg43Mnc/s200/img095-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351060814151340258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all can remember stupid decisions we made in High School. Who in their right mind let me pursuade Keith Johnston's mom to make these pink and white pants for me? I remember going to the Fabric store (my first time) and picking out the material for these God awful, custom pants to throw the shotput in. Jamie Fullmer could of got away with this, maybe even Grant what's his name. However, I'm sure the laughs at Murray High School are still deafening, sorry everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-8797968400563980693?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/8797968400563980693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-let-me-do-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/8797968400563980693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/8797968400563980693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-let-me-do-that.html' title='Who Let Me Do That?'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLJdZcA0OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lQ3Vlg43Mnc/s72-c/img095-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-2079410010542553136</id><published>2009-06-24T18:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:41:58.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coach May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><title type='text'>Bell Ringer, Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLHs88VddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eQ50z1gxruw/s1600-h/img094-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLHs88VddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eQ50z1gxruw/s200/img094-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351058882356934098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Football Coaches used to call this contraption the bell ringer. They'd take all of the lineman over to this thing, put us in two lines and we'd shoot out of our stances underneath it. If you didn't stay low enough, you'd smack your head and have an instant headache for the rest of the day. I don't know if it's my beginning guitar students playing Guitar Hero and Rock Band songs or traces of 'the bell ringer' but I still have a headache. Coach May, I don't feel like playing this game today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-2079410010542553136?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/2079410010542553136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/bell-ringer-ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/2079410010542553136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/2079410010542553136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/bell-ringer-ouch.html' title='Bell Ringer, Ouch!'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLHs88VddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eQ50z1gxruw/s72-c/img094-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-4568777022253216441</id><published>2009-06-24T17:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:37:07.799-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><title type='text'>Careful What You Cut From Wood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLELwtW1KI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Iasq5ejDZck/s1600-h/img093-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLELwtW1KI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Iasq5ejDZck/s200/img093-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351055013602317474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all kids that pound pots and pans as children become drummers, but in my case ... it's crazy how things turned out. If I'd known in 1985 that cutting that guitar out of wood paneling I found in the garage would set the stage for the rest of my life, I would have made it out of solid oak. Here's to loving the guitar!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2885162422769702478-4568777022253216441?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/4568777022253216441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/careful-what-you-cut-from-wood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4568777022253216441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4568777022253216441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/careful-what-you-cut-from-wood.html' title='Careful What You Cut From Wood.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkLELwtW1KI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Iasq5ejDZck/s72-c/img093-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-6757221845803366311</id><published>2009-06-24T17:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:30:52.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Skousen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><title type='text'>Where is Mike Skousen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkK3Hu3BLHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jStw5MhsRRk/s1600-h/img092-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkK3Hu3BLHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jStw5MhsRRk/s200/img092-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351040650735332466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite people from High School was Mike Skousen. I haven't seen him on Facebook nor was he at the reunion but I loved that guy. Mike played right guard in football and I was the right tackle. We made up the strangest calls for plays you ever heard. "Roast Beef" meant I would take the defensive guy high and he would take him low. We were a pretty good team for a long time. I appreciated Mike's friendship and loved playing football with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my other memories of Mike was a holiday where we decided to ride our bikes up the Little Cottonwood Canyon. Neither of us were in great 'bike' shape for this, but we went anyway. After the ride we had some dinner at my house, I believe we ate Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese. Well, since it was a holiday there was a parade earlier that day that my family attended. During dinner my little brother told us about the religous float that broke down where Jesus had to get off and push it. My dad thought he was being sacreligious and thumped him in the head. Mike and I laughed for days about that. Mike, let me know you're okay buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-6757221845803366311?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/6757221845803366311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-is-mike-skousen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/6757221845803366311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/6757221845803366311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-is-mike-skousen.html' title='Where is Mike Skousen?'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkK3Hu3BLHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jStw5MhsRRk/s72-c/img092-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-7783629207861052164</id><published>2009-06-24T17:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:16:51.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie Fullmer'/><title type='text'>Who Did You Want To Be Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKzMZHHJiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LtnQl_k7hgs/s1600-h/img091-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKzMZHHJiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LtnQl_k7hgs/s200/img091-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351036332750087714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you envy in High School? Who did you want to be most like? For me, I looked up to Jamie Fullmer. We had lockers next to each other and I thought he was a real bad dude. I envied his moxy and how he didn't care what people thought of his style. He'd walk down the hall and it was like the parting of the Red Sea. I remember how he got to play football with the upper classmen and I always wanted to be that good. I looked up to him in the weight room and was glad I got to know him. Having visited where he grew up, I admire and understand his work ethic. I hope you're doing well these days Jamie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-7783629207861052164?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/7783629207861052164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-did-you-want-to-be-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7783629207861052164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7783629207861052164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-did-you-want-to-be-like.html' title='Who Did You Want To Be Like?'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKzMZHHJiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LtnQl_k7hgs/s72-c/img091-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-7991146569185555939</id><published>2009-06-24T16:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:21:49.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blaine Dehaan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freddie Furdette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Brand'/><title type='text'>Soundchecks &amp; Good Advice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKoqn2RBFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7L3tCMppiyI/s1600-h/img090-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKoqn2RBFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7L3tCMppiyI/s200/img090-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351024757474133074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one of our last gigs as a Senior Band consisting of Eric, Tom, Blaine, Freddy, &amp;amp; John-keys/sound. We peformed for a Dance-type function in the gym for Ms. Lebeau. We played okay, the vibe was descent, but we never really got to sound check and feel prepared. Therefore, what could go wrong did; sound was feeding back, sound from only one side of the mains, monitors were weird, etc. Anyone that performs live will tell you that playing your best and remembering your parts are impossible if your mind is in 'worry, what's wrong mode'. My mom gave me some sound advice that night, she said "Eric, just grin and bear it. You looked retarded running around trying to fix things". Hmm, what ever did she mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-7991146569185555939?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/7991146569185555939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/soundchecks-good-advice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7991146569185555939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7991146569185555939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/soundchecks-good-advice.html' title='Soundchecks &amp; Good Advice.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKoqn2RBFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7L3tCMppiyI/s72-c/img090-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-4167772277742983530</id><published>2009-06-24T16:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:38:11.658-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>What I Learned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKlm3rYVjI/AAAAAAAAADw/eBfBHCvNEpA/s1600-h/img089-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKlm3rYVjI/AAAAAAAAADw/eBfBHCvNEpA/s200/img089-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351021394469082674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKlmvbYWgI/AAAAAAAAADo/fTrA_foko-s/s1600-h/img089-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKlmvbYWgI/AAAAAAAAADo/fTrA_foko-s/s200/img089-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351021392254491138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned about egg cartons. To control the reverberation in a room you need to stop the echo from sound bouncing off hard surfaces. Many garage bands resort to egg cartons on the walls (see my room in high school). I remember picking the crusty egg pieces out of the cartons I got while working at Johanna's Kitchen and plastering my walls with them. It worked to a point, but Sound Engineers have done studies showing that Mid-frequencies are actually enhanced by egg cartons. No wonder my parents could still hear the guitar. Crap! And, the sound of that huge spider that had built his home behind the cartons crawling around still creeps me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-4167772277742983530?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/4167772277742983530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4167772277742983530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4167772277742983530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-learned.html' title='What I Learned.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkKlm3rYVjI/AAAAAAAAADw/eBfBHCvNEpA/s72-c/img089-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-3954409266400049009</id><published>2009-06-24T00:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:41:17.981-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Baxter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkHPcWKr5sI/AAAAAAAAADg/9RpVWu6QSNI/s1600-h/MrsBaxter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkHPcWKr5sI/AAAAAAAAADg/9RpVWu6QSNI/s200/MrsBaxter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350785918186546882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember Ms. Baxter? I have mixed feelings about her. She was a teacher you loved to hate. Everyone remembers the lipstick on her teeth. Did she ever look in the mirror? How would you not notice that? I remember her telling me the books that I was reading wouldn't count towards the 'you have to read so many books in my class quota'. Do you remember how excited she got when she used a spelling word in a sentence? Hilarious. She used to get so frustrated with Scott May she could spit; and she did on my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-3954409266400049009?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/3954409266400049009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/mixed-feelings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/3954409266400049009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/3954409266400049009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkHPcWKr5sI/AAAAAAAAADg/9RpVWu6QSNI/s72-c/MrsBaxter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-6203386647904412868</id><published>2009-06-24T00:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:55:19.239-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><title type='text'>New CD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkHNh4SPGII/AAAAAAAAADY/KS8ebK3k5vo/s1600-h/img063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkHNh4SPGII/AAAAAAAAADY/KS8ebK3k5vo/s200/img063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350783814221109378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Peterson's new instrumental, melodic rock CD is available! You can check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/peterson7"&gt;http:www.cdbaby.com/peterson7&lt;/a&gt;. This is Eric's 16th CD and is perfect for road trips. If you drive to work, you need this CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-6203386647904412868?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/6203386647904412868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-cd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/6203386647904412868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/6203386647904412868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-cd.html' title='New CD.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkHNh4SPGII/AAAAAAAAADY/KS8ebK3k5vo/s72-c/img063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-5867334895008866093</id><published>2009-06-23T22:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:42:26.011-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordan High School'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkGpcP3mk6I/AAAAAAAAAuE/4SMqIHeq7UM/s1600-h/OldJordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkGpcP3mk6I/AAAAAAAAAuE/4SMqIHeq7UM/s320/OldJordan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350744135054037922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every time I go to Jordan Commons all I think of is what a waste of one of the coolest schools around.  I loved going to Jordan High.  What great experiences I had and what awesome people I got to know.  I always take time to close my eyes and think about the layout of the inside of the building and then my mind will drift to random scenes from back then.  I tend to get nostalgic about this time of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-5867334895008866093?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/5867334895008866093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5867334895008866093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5867334895008866093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Chris</name><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/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SM6Kfz2cN9I/AAAAAAAAAfs/jbw-49DWQH8/S220/Moscow2008+062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAk1wvzCWqU/SkGpcP3mk6I/AAAAAAAAAuE/4SMqIHeq7UM/s72-c/OldJordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-6940940682972130167</id><published>2009-06-23T17:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:07:58.072-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cindy Jeppson'/><title type='text'>Always Smiling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkFiSV-HUBI/AAAAAAAAADI/2g_tb0pnoT0/s1600-h/Cindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkFiSV-HUBI/AAAAAAAAADI/2g_tb0pnoT0/s200/Cindy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350665899567697938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone remember a time when Cindy Jeppson wasn't smiling? I enjoyed re-connecting with her at the reunion. Cindy used to be a great photographer, I remember her having a camera all the time. Keep smilin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-6940940682972130167?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/6940940682972130167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/always-smiling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/6940940682972130167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/6940940682972130167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/always-smiling.html' title='Always Smiling.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkFiSV-HUBI/AAAAAAAAADI/2g_tb0pnoT0/s72-c/Cindy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-1967134983072494166</id><published>2009-06-23T17:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:08:31.355-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doni Meadows'/><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkFhDlZxNxI/AAAAAAAAADA/iHm1kISFcQ4/s1600-h/doni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkFhDlZxNxI/AAAAAAAAADA/iHm1kISFcQ4/s200/doni.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350664546500556562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doni Meadows wasn't able to make it to the reunion. It's come to my attention that his wife has been in and out of the hospital and I'd like Doni to know we're thinking about them. Let us know if you need anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-1967134983072494166?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/1967134983072494166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/1967134983072494166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/1967134983072494166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkFhDlZxNxI/AAAAAAAAADA/iHm1kISFcQ4/s72-c/doni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-5253975885437654275</id><published>2009-06-23T14:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:09:11.350-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Murray'/><title type='text'>Old Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkE5q7jJcBI/AAAAAAAAACs/PGt1m8ryyKo/s1600-h/4886_105769417760_725752760_2049271_6909774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkE5q7jJcBI/AAAAAAAAACs/PGt1m8ryyKo/s200/4886_105769417760_725752760_2049271_6909774_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350621241995259922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Murray wasn't always a beetdigger, he defected from Brighton after seeing the light. We spoke at the reunion about how he and I had become friends and I enjoyed seeing him again. Brad is taller than me, I don't like that, but he has to be the friendliest person I know. Brad was a great ball player and could catch anything thrown his way. He kept my mental state in a positive place during the Senior year of football where conditions for me were less than ideal. It was neat meeting Brad's boys who are totally 'Brad'. Wrestling around with them on Saturday was fun! Thanks Brad for being there and just being the same ol' dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-5253975885437654275?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/5253975885437654275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5253975885437654275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5253975885437654275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkE5q7jJcBI/AAAAAAAAACs/PGt1m8ryyKo/s72-c/4886_105769417760_725752760_2049271_6909774_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-8664107796768609502</id><published>2009-06-23T14:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:09:49.668-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russ Hodges'/><title type='text'>The Bass Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkE3Ak0AqBI/AAAAAAAAACk/w9MTxi1enaE/s1600-h/n1129609094_30100827_9781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkE3Ak0AqBI/AAAAAAAAACk/w9MTxi1enaE/s200/n1129609094_30100827_9781.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350618315314210834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone remember Russ Hodges and how much he loved playing the bass guitar? He has his own Shop now and teaches full time. I'm proud of Russ and am glad we've been able to collaborate on projects over the years. He's getting hi-tech these days and offers his students a lot of value. Russ played bass on a few songs on my Corridor CD &lt;a href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/peterson5"&gt;http://cdbaby.com/cd/peterson5&lt;/a&gt;, but he probably has his own highlight reel to show you. In High School Russ was intrigued with Harmonics and how he could incorporate them into his style, I hope he's become the bass visionary he thought he could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-8664107796768609502?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/8664107796768609502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/bass-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/8664107796768609502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/8664107796768609502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/bass-man.html' title='The Bass Man.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkE3Ak0AqBI/AAAAAAAAACk/w9MTxi1enaE/s72-c/n1129609094_30100827_9781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-2546968997607752107</id><published>2009-06-23T13:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:43:11.979-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott Jensen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><title type='text'>Way, Way Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkEyqsmNH4I/AAAAAAAAACc/xepXZsV7Bis/s1600-h/s1063638911_30232692_1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkEyqsmNH4I/AAAAAAAAACc/xepXZsV7Bis/s200/s1063638911_30232692_1147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350613541400158082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first handful of guitar students as a Sophomore in High School. One such person was Scott Jensen. Scott rode his bike to my parents house where I showed off for 30 minutes. He was a good sport and hopefully he's still playing. Where you started in life is fun to reflect on, and helps build a timeline to share with your students. I remember charging $5 for thirty minutes. Well Scott, I hope you still enjoy guitar music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-2546968997607752107?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/2546968997607752107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-way-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/2546968997607752107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/2546968997607752107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-way-back.html' title='Way, Way Back.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkEyqsmNH4I/AAAAAAAAACc/xepXZsV7Bis/s72-c/s1063638911_30232692_1147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-2633726820115022452</id><published>2009-06-22T16:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:44:13.702-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith Norris'/><title type='text'>Funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkAD86dN1OI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z073odFOe3c/s1600-h/img130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkAD86dN1OI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z073odFOe3c/s200/img130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350280702334981346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember walking past the landscaping rig with Keith Norris. Then, all of a sudden he runs and jumps up into the driver's seat! I had my camera with me and got this shot, one of my all time favorite funnies. The spontaneity and craziness of the moment still makes me laugh. Keith, teach you kids to stay off powered equipment they're not trained to operate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-2633726820115022452?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/2633726820115022452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/2633726820115022452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/2633726820115022452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny.html' title='Funny.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkAD86dN1OI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z073odFOe3c/s72-c/img130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-4166487187434740732</id><published>2009-06-22T16:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:44:58.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Pace'/><title type='text'>Teachers That Mattered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkACTUHAmyI/AAAAAAAAACM/w_2qePXPD5c/s1600-h/Mr+Pace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkACTUHAmyI/AAAAAAAAACM/w_2qePXPD5c/s200/Mr+Pace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350278888155028258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had one or two teachers that mattered; they genuinely cared about you, and you strived to do well in their class. One such teacher for me was Mr. Pace. He graded projects hard, I don't think any of my ceramics ever got an 'A', but he was interested in my doing well and was always supportive of my music. I remember my parents receiving a special card from him after graduation. Let's hear it for good teachers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-4166487187434740732?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/4166487187434740732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/teachers-that-mattered.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4166487187434740732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/4166487187434740732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/teachers-that-mattered.html' title='Teachers That Mattered.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/SkACTUHAmyI/AAAAAAAAACM/w_2qePXPD5c/s72-c/Mr+Pace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-2290608000342958956</id><published>2009-06-22T12:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:47:01.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Watrin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coaches'/><title type='text'>Memories of Coach Watrin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_S5OgJAgI/AAAAAAAAACE/z2hW_-x4qrc/s1600-h/watrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_S5OgJAgI/AAAAAAAAACE/z2hW_-x4qrc/s200/watrin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350226762926719490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your memories of Coach Al Watrin? For some reason, I remember making fun of his pants ... I had him for a class, don't remember which one. I remember him asking me if I'd play JV for a game and I was a sophmore and I was semi-flattered. I remember after the Senior Assembly where we played Van Halen &amp;amp; Guns n Roses saying it was the coolest thing he's ever seen. I remember his last words to me after that last game in the Pit. It was very emotional for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-2290608000342958956?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/2290608000342958956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories-of-coach-watrin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/2290608000342958956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/2290608000342958956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories-of-coach-watrin.html' title='Memories of Coach Watrin.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_S5OgJAgI/AAAAAAAAACE/z2hW_-x4qrc/s72-c/watrin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-8894491563682945731</id><published>2009-06-22T12:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:48:47.173-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blaine Dehaan'/><title type='text'>World of difference.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_ONos-WUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rp5gm-kkuYM/s1600-h/Blaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_ONos-WUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rp5gm-kkuYM/s200/Blaine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350221615999113538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are bound to look different after 20 years, it's inevitable. Who looked the most different at the 20 year reunion we just had? My vote would be Blaine Dehaan, otherwise known as Ralph. He played drums in our high school band/project and I was looking forward to hearing him drum again. Unfortunately, the rain killed the band, but Blaine has my vote for 'the most surprising' look. Keep in touch Ralph, I miss your snort when you laugh real hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-8894491563682945731?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/8894491563682945731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/world-of-difference.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/8894491563682945731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/8894491563682945731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/world-of-difference.html' title='World of difference.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_ONos-WUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rp5gm-kkuYM/s72-c/Blaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-7071946487311695555</id><published>2009-06-22T12:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:02:39.992-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Murray'/><title type='text'>Competitive Sports.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_JJaTd2uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YWK52YaRv_k/s1600-h/Football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_JJaTd2uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YWK52YaRv_k/s200/Football.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350216045856414434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer play any competitive sports but have some insight. In the business world, especially one relating to Sales, the best 'Producers' including myself were always guys and gals that played competitive sports. The drive and desire to win are important traits in business and I'm glad I committed 9 years to football. I loved the #75 because of my dream to play like Howie Long. I wish my senior year would have been different, but being No. 2 on the depth chart was what it was. I had more good times than bad and am excited to see our kids playing sports and learning the fundamental lessons in sportsmanship and teamwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-7071946487311695555?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/7071946487311695555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/competitive-sports.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7071946487311695555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7071946487311695555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/competitive-sports.html' title='Competitive Sports.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_JJaTd2uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YWK52YaRv_k/s72-c/Football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-5066123440007715766</id><published>2009-06-22T11:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:04:36.992-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean Meade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa Warner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><title type='text'>Get in a Band.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_EDiTnnhI/AAAAAAAAABs/_qxtDaaZrE0/s1600-h/SeanMeade%26band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_EDiTnnhI/AAAAAAAAABs/_qxtDaaZrE0/s200/SeanMeade%26band.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350210447367183890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple places you can display your skills and creativity as a musician, one is in a band.&lt;div&gt;In 1995 I re-connected with Sean Meade (middle) and discussed the possibility of starting a hyper-acoustic strumming band. We formed The Accidental Tribe with the addition of Melissa Warner. We played as many gigs as we could get and recorded our own album. We had some good times and I appreciate the time we spent creatively together. I got to see Sean again at the reunion, he's a doctor now. Wow, how things change. Good luck with all you do Sean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-5066123440007715766?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/5066123440007715766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-in-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5066123440007715766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/5066123440007715766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-in-band.html' title='Get in a Band.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_EDiTnnhI/AAAAAAAAABs/_qxtDaaZrE0/s72-c/SeanMeade%26band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-7792639298404746111</id><published>2009-06-22T11:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:05:26.018-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brett Carlisle'/><title type='text'>Interesting Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_Bf1SqjsI/AAAAAAAAABk/5aZ0XhObqLY/s1600-h/Me-Brett-Scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_Bf1SqjsI/AAAAAAAAABk/5aZ0XhObqLY/s200/Me-Brett-Scott.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207634964909762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, something as simple as a hair style can bring you together as friends. Scott May, Brett Carlisle and I all had flat tops (of sorts), and we became known as the flat top brothers. We never really hung out together but appreciated the friendship and it was great to see them both at the class reunion. Take care gentleman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-7792639298404746111?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/7792639298404746111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting-friendships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7792639298404746111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7792639298404746111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting-friendships.html' title='Interesting Friendships'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj_Bf1SqjsI/AAAAAAAAABk/5aZ0XhObqLY/s72-c/Me-Brett-Scott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-6208424583042402086</id><published>2009-06-22T11:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:06:57.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JD Barnes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><title type='text'>Jd Barnes Rocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj-_nWX_taI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ki31zYjY0uQ/s1600-h/1989-Eric%26Jd-ScofieldRes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj-_nWX_taI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ki31zYjY0uQ/s200/1989-Eric%26Jd-ScofieldRes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350205565081466274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You form many close friendships in High School. Many, you won't maintain as friends move, get married, change interests, etc. One such relationship for me is with JD Barnes. Prior to connecting on Facebook, I hadn't talked to JD in over 10 years (I think). I was glad to be able to help him with 80's music, slideshow and entertainment for the Reunion. He is a guy that is committed to projects he undertakes and I am glad to call him a friend. Have a drink on me JD.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2885162422769702478-6208424583042402086?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/6208424583042402086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-form-many-close-friendships-in-high.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/6208424583042402086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/6208424583042402086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-form-many-close-friendships-in-high.html' title='Jd Barnes Rocks.'/><author><name>Eric Peterson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8lDCZM-YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bcPE0Y9FmDw/S220/052509-MemorialDay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj-_nWX_taI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ki31zYjY0uQ/s72-c/1989-Eric%26Jd-ScofieldRes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885162422769702478.post-7755450853101303095</id><published>2009-06-21T23:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:45:09.618-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Peterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Brand'/><title type='text'>Eric &amp; Tom's Reunion Song Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8Yckk8eWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1cJ9WpyNH5M/s1600-h/061509-Eric%26Tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0-x2LJUOhU/Sj8Yckk8eWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1cJ9WpyNH5M/s200/061509-Eric%26Tom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350021761473476962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've received some requests to post the lyrics to our funny songs, here they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;EVERY ROSE HAS IT’S THORN – revised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We both sit silently still, in the rear of Mason’s class&lt;br /&gt;Although we both know Freddy’s asleep, a ruler smack comin’ on his desk&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said, or something I did&lt;br /&gt;Did my test not come out right, jerk!&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to fail it, though I’m fried, but I guess that's why they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every lunch must have corn, (I’m sick of it)&lt;br /&gt;Just like peelin’ out, Troy Oborn&lt;br /&gt;Just like Keith Johnston sits in front of the metal shop&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t Mel Quinn fix this slop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I listen to Eternal Flame, playin’ on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;JD said there’s a game of easy come and easy go.&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder, do you know, the clean &amp;amp; jerk is not the snatch&lt;br /&gt;Well I know David Ahrens would be here now&lt;br /&gt;If he wasn’t eatin’ sand in Bahgdad – I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every pair of pants is torn&lt;br /&gt;Just like hackisack in the hall&lt;br /&gt;Just like Todd Mecham, &amp;amp; Rasmussen in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Morgan have your left your mark? – Time will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Though it's been a while now, Heather Crowl why’d ya punch my arm?&lt;br /&gt;Like the time Lisa Pulsipher said, No! I won’t, go with you to wheeler farm&lt;br /&gt;I know I coulda saved our love that night if I'd not eaten Taco Bell&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making fake IDs at home we could’ve played kiss and tell&lt;br /&gt;And now I hear you’re datin’ Curt Myrick, that guy can’t even kick a ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To hear that Skousen wears girl’s underwear, makes my ever livin’ skin wanna crawl&lt;br /&gt;Troy Garner &amp;amp; Christy Wissler&lt;br /&gt;Mike Skousen &amp;amp; Gyllenskog&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Cowdell &amp;amp; Becky Christsensen&lt;br /&gt;Tom Brand – Amy Arends – Let’s get it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Boston - Smokin' lyrics revised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of 89'&lt;br /&gt;You gotta let yourself go, Your big hair's gotta be fine yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We're gettin' down tonight&lt;br /&gt;Arsenio Hall, and Milli Vanilli&lt;br /&gt;Top Gun tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Clyde, Mason&lt;br /&gt;Sound Meter away, we don't care what you say&lt;br /&gt;Mr, Broadhead&lt;br /&gt;Class smells like socks, and I'm not a jock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mr Brady says, I really ought to lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;But the tator tots, and pizza benders are all I ate&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna feel ok - Coach Hale&lt;br /&gt;Charlonians rock and come to save the day&lt;br /&gt;Alta Fight tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Baxter, Ms Baxter&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick on your teeth, is makin' me freak&lt;br /&gt;America's, Most Wanted&lt;br /&gt;Are in our class, can't be here tonight - ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mr Hunter thinks, a Model he should be -Lose the OPs buddy&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in Bosco's, made you want to scream&lt;br /&gt;We're gettin' down Friday&lt;br /&gt;We'll pick you up, Matt Shebilski's Party&lt;br /&gt;Ferris Beuhler tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;20 years today&lt;br /&gt;H.F VanHorn &amp;amp; Chris Cano look the same&lt;br /&gt;And so do we - JD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here are links to the videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1077293935851&amp;amp;oid=21840744851"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1077293935851&amp;amp;oid=21840744851&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1077289375737&amp;amp;oid=21840744851"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1077289375737&amp;amp;oid=21840744851&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885162422769702478-7755450853101303095?l=jordanhigh89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/feeds/7755450853101303095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/eric-toms-reunion-song-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7755450853101303095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885162422769702478/posts/default/7755450853101303095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanhigh89.blogspot.com/2009/06/eric-toms-reunion-song-lyrics.html' title='Eric &amp; 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