<?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-11101668</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:14:12.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from nowhere</title><subtitle type='html'>Blue eyes, loving family, especially my awesome sister, im a drummer... in a band called puppet!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11101668.post-113314780572827364</id><published>2005-11-27T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:16:45.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tonight was a crazy night for my emoitions,,,&lt;br /&gt;I would go from being overjoyed to a state where im filled with anger towards some that I love.... And then when right when it feels like there is no hope left finally I am happy and excited again and on the edge of being well being really really really happy... But then you know as always happiness can get taken away like.... like well you thinik of a good simile my mind is full of stuff right now i dont want to think.... And so once again I am full of anger and i am sad that what could have been great got ruined.... And then right when im at my lowest point something amazing happened..... Edmonton scored a touchdown to take it in to take the lead...... and then overtime was really thrilling especially when CAlvillo through that long touchdownpass.... but in the end the Eskimos won the grey cup and that makes me happy.... I new they could do it.... And i've been cheering for them all season.... And kudos to Ricky Ray for a job well done.....&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a fun read!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11101668-113314780572827364?l=glubey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/113314780572827364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11101668&amp;postID=113314780572827364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/113314780572827364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/113314780572827364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-tonight-was-crazy-night-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11101668.post-113303301048373241</id><published>2005-11-26T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T11:23:30.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Like A King</title><content type='html'>I have been doing a lot of work lately and realizing a lot of things about life.  Across my studies i have come across a quote from one of my true heroes.  My Papa.... Samuel Glubish..... He said that to  live under a roof with clothes to wear decent food to eat and a family was to live like a king.  Even in the midst of pain and suffering he trusted in God to bring the best along for him in life.....   I found that very inspirational and am now im way more content with what I have because according to him i do live like a king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11101668-113303301048373241?l=glubey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/113303301048373241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11101668&amp;postID=113303301048373241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/113303301048373241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/113303301048373241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/2005/11/live-like-king.html' title='Live Like A King'/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11101668.post-113105554651844172</id><published>2005-11-03T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:05:46.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>In a world full of hate and deceit how can people love the world...  How can one love their country when their country is full of politics and has never done anything for them..... How can we say theres freedom of religion when we look down on eachother cause they are different than us..... Where it the queality when we look down on someone because they are not the same... Where is the love that we are supposed to have.... Where.... If everyone spread love there would be no more hate no more deceit.... The world would be amazing but where is it... where is the love??????  Where?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11101668-113105554651844172?l=glubey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/113105554651844172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11101668&amp;postID=113105554651844172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/113105554651844172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/113105554651844172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/2005/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11101668.post-111565595812195354</id><published>2005-05-09T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:25:58.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start to finish</title><content type='html'>oh when i feel like i cant go on i just need to keep my eyes set on the goal.  To finish what i've started i know many people that night would have given a lot to be doing what i was doing so i new that i had to finish.  I just had to i mean really why wouldn't i.  So i kept going and going and it didnt seem like it would ever end.  After a while a few gave up and left mainly Jordan redpath and Tyson Stair.  All that was left was me and Rusty.  So we kept going and finely finished.  WE ate all the hotwings we got that night and didnt need to eat anymore.  They were very beatufiul to the stomach.  All though maybe we might have one or two too many we survived the battle.  We won and that box of wings was empty. Truly empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11101668-111565595812195354?l=glubey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/111565595812195354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11101668&amp;postID=111565595812195354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/111565595812195354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/111565595812195354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/2005/05/start-to-finish.html' title='start to finish'/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11101668.post-111067374886492343</id><published>2005-03-12T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T16:29:08.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up</title><content type='html'>an ancient proverb once said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When playing the sitar, although the wrong string may have been plucked, one must continue on playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  who didn't didn't do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11101668-111067374886492343?l=glubey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/111067374886492343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11101668&amp;postID=111067374886492343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/111067374886492343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/111067374886492343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/2005/03/never-give-up.html' title='Never give up'/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11101668.post-111016628265401521</id><published>2005-03-06T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:31:22.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABE</title><content type='html'>So theres this guy... And his name is Abe.  Let me tell you the story of how we met.  Well it all started one day during lunchour when me, The Steve, and Phil will conversing about our band and how great it is and all that jazz when a guy with long hair walks up.  Steve says hey Abe, Abe says hey and he sits down...Nine Times...  We find out his name is  Abraham.  And then we find that name amazing and now hes our friend.  Hes even got the Devils eye (Hair thingy) and its awesome. Now Abe is a great guy.  The Last band practice we had every time any of us needed anything Abe was all over it ....Nine Times...  It was great.  If my Cymbals needed to be moved he was there.  If we needed water he was there and so yeah... ABe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps  Outlets are workaholics, forests are boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11101668-111016628265401521?l=glubey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/111016628265401521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11101668&amp;postID=111016628265401521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/111016628265401521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/111016628265401521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/2005/03/abe.html' title='ABE'/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11101668.post-110986731195542439</id><published>2005-03-03T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T08:28:41.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang on the Head</title><content type='html'>The other day. Me and my Beluga Whale were moving around junk in one of my bedrooms(The one with all my bands music stuff in it.) when he suddenly lifted his head banged it hard on the roof… NINE TIMES… And fell to the ground. You have to realize that the height of my roof is very small. Especially this part. I am about three inches taller than this section of the roof. Well you can imagine what I did, run over to see if he’s alright and grab him some water yeah right. Actually I sat down and laughed hysterically. Then I walked over to put the new mike my band had acquired earlier that day and forgot about the whole roof situation and did the exact same thing as my beluga whale. Now this was even more funny and we both laughed for a while and then we went and listened to Killswitch. Anyways a word of advice don’t laugh to hard when you see someone hurt themselves, because the same thing might just happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppet Music Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS What Color is The Plane?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11101668-110986731195542439?l=glubey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/110986731195542439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11101668&amp;postID=110986731195542439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/110986731195542439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/110986731195542439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/2005/03/bang-on-head.html' title='Bang on the Head'/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11101668.post-110980630899583111</id><published>2005-03-02T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:31:48.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>Revenge is the bittersweet taste of honey after you have been stung by a bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is something that should not be looked lightly upon nor should you be quick to achieve revenge.  When someone does something to inflict emotional phyisical or any kind of pain to you.  The first thing you should do is control your temper.  Not lashback with something even greater to inflict more pain on the other person.  Revenge will only make things worse.  You should not be worried about getting that person back...9 Times... you should be more concentrated on forgiving and loving that poor creatures soul.  And keep loving on that person forever.  And make sure that in your every day life you are spreading Gods love and lifting others up...9 Times...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppet Music Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Dont cut your ears off... You will be able to hear better that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11101668-110980630899583111?l=glubey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/110980630899583111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11101668&amp;postID=110980630899583111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/110980630899583111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/110980630899583111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/2005/03/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11101668.post-110964376144138409</id><published>2005-02-28T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:22:41.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward silence!</title><content type='html'>Mad Rear End Parts!.  I mean... That was just something The Steve once said... NINE TIMES...    And sometimes it causes an awkward silence!  One of those times where no one knows what to say next and you are just left with that space of empty air with no sound waves reaching your ears to produce something we like to call....Sound....  By the way The Steve is making some "Awkward" Noises beside me right now and it is leaving me in this state of silence... I just dont know what to do should i tell him that the noises creeped me out of my shirt or should or tell him that i loved the noises more than i love my... Baluga whale.... (Phil).... Or should i not say anything at all and pretend like it never happened.  I just don't no what to do.  But I Think I will go with door number ...5...  Punch him in the face pull out the machete and throw the body in the river.  And then pretend like it never happened. NINE TIMES.    But if you ever find yourself in a situation like this please please i will never be able to emphasize my point enough.. Do not take door number 5...  Do what ever the inner depths of your heart is screaming for you to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all i have to say on this lovely day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUPPET MUSIC ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  Dolphins just dont cut it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11101668-110964376144138409?l=glubey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/110964376144138409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11101668&amp;postID=110964376144138409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/110964376144138409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/110964376144138409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/2005/02/awkward-silence.html' title='Awkward silence!'/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11101668.post-110944430224559248</id><published>2005-02-26T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:33:16.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doo doo doo doo do do doo do do</title><content type='html'>So in case you dont understand its all right most people wouldnt. I really dont expect you to understand the title because it came from the wise and amazing STEVE. At this very moment the Steve himself is strumming away at a guitar and doo doo doo doo do do doo do do is my interpretation in words of what I hear right now. I sure hope it touches you just as deeply as it touched me, right down to the depths of your heart. Where music is the only cure for what I am feeling right now. Complete and udder... haha udder... boredom. Waitng this long hour an hour i hate to wait. The hour before the amazing the unspeakable the the... the stupifing PUPPET practice. PUPPET MUSIC ROCKS... Unfortuantely for us well at least some might say its unfortuante the other guitar player in our band is not going to be there. But never has that stopped us before and henceforth from this moment it never will stop us from blasting away the evil ghostly.... things that hangout in my basement. And that will be fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way the picture of me on my profile is from a while ago, my deep and kindhearted caring most loving adorable big little sister took that picture of me. If you do not know her you should and if you dont know her well you should get to know her better it will change your life for ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11101668-110944430224559248?l=glubey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/feeds/110944430224559248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11101668&amp;postID=110944430224559248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/110944430224559248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11101668/posts/default/110944430224559248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glubey.blogspot.com/2005/02/doo-doo-doo-doo-do-do-doo-do-do.html' title='doo doo doo doo do do doo do do'/><author><name>A Word From The Wise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02129567228195386726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
