<?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-7918931076554710134</id><updated>2011-05-04T03:46:13.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.....................</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-2053246829760486313</id><published>2008-05-21T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:43:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walla Walla surprise</title><content type='html'>Magdelana surprised Uncle Josh and I and came to Walla Walla... Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCtwKQLPI/AAAAAAAAACs/OAZLBtjpg-I/s1600-h/IMG_3531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCtwKQLPI/AAAAAAAAACs/OAZLBtjpg-I/s320/IMG_3531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202856823309217010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCTwKQLKI/AAAAAAAAACE/_XzOtxy2oFY/s1600-h/IMG_3473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCTwKQLKI/AAAAAAAAACE/_XzOtxy2oFY/s320/IMG_3473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202856376632618146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCUAKQLLI/AAAAAAAAACM/m5SFQKqJc14/s1600-h/IMG_3493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCUAKQLLI/AAAAAAAAACM/m5SFQKqJc14/s320/IMG_3493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202856380927585458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCUQKQLMI/AAAAAAAAACU/nR7I8bYQyww/s1600-h/IMG_3511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCUQKQLMI/AAAAAAAAACU/nR7I8bYQyww/s320/IMG_3511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202856385222552770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCUgKQLNI/AAAAAAAAACc/96yXz-TyEYs/s1600-h/IMG_3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCUgKQLNI/AAAAAAAAACc/96yXz-TyEYs/s320/IMG_3514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202856389517520082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCUwKQLOI/AAAAAAAAACk/j30wbcYTPdE/s1600-h/IMG_3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCUwKQLOI/AAAAAAAAACk/j30wbcYTPdE/s320/IMG_3519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202856393812487394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-2053246829760486313?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2053246829760486313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=2053246829760486313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2053246829760486313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2053246829760486313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2008/05/walla-walla-surprise.html' title='The Walla Walla surprise'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/SDRCtwKQLPI/AAAAAAAAACs/OAZLBtjpg-I/s72-c/IMG_3531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-2062294380046522883</id><published>2007-09-12T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T12:14:01.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not fair...</title><content type='html'>Wednesday afternoon. I sit in the computer lab wondering if going to school in Washington is such a great idea. I miss my niece. It's been nine days since I last saw her and it's just too long. One of the reasons I have been so negligent keeping up with this blog is the fact that I was home spending time with Magzta. I now have hundreds of pictures "swimming" through my library that I glance at every time I start to feel down. Magdelana has become quite the little character. There are many things already that I find irresistibly adorable. Possibly my favorite being her ability to drool as much as I do. Seriously, the girl has a mouth full of saliva that would conquer Niagra falls in a competition. I love it. Coming in at a close second has to be her unique appreciation for music. Who would have thought that she would turn out to love music and have an appreciation for it to an extent normal humans cannot fathom as much as her dad. She will have a pretty good instructor/tutor for the future in any questions related to music. I now have to go spend time doing things I do not want to do. Oh well, the story of my life, being a servant and doing what needs to be done. I miss you Maggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-2062294380046522883?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2062294380046522883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=2062294380046522883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2062294380046522883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2062294380046522883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-not-fair.html' title='It&apos;s not fair...'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-8131982609347655105</id><published>2007-08-20T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:05:04.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Loves Me</title><content type='html'>I wasted no time exposing Magdelana to the fantastic world of speedos. I cannot say enough how much of a breath of fresh air it is to walk around with so much pride... and freedom... worrying not at all about who's saying who know's what about you. I take great joy in the fact that I have already converted two of my brothers, Uncle Jeremy and your daddy Josef to speedos. They too have found the extreme feeling of glee that speedos bring, almost a sense of rebellion if you will... but not. The following is a couple pictures of me with my wonderful, beautiful little niece. I spent the last week with her, oooing and awwing. I'm a pretty proud uncle and cannot wait to try to live up to the expectations I have set for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RsncNK-eZgI/AAAAAAAAABs/qKah4So3MhU/s1600-h/IMG_1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RsncNK-eZgI/AAAAAAAAABs/qKah4So3MhU/s320/IMG_1766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100850171816601090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-8131982609347655105?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8131982609347655105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=8131982609347655105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/8131982609347655105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/8131982609347655105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-loves-me.html' title='She Loves Me'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RsncNK-eZgI/AAAAAAAAABs/qKah4So3MhU/s72-c/IMG_1766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-5287747977004607762</id><published>2007-07-29T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:32:19.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures to tide you over</title><content type='html'>Hello my little angel. Well, it's been a while since I've put some new pics up so I thought I would quench your thirst. The days are winding down until we actually meet face to face. It will be one of the happiest days of my life. Until then enjoy these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/Rq1bqym3z6I/AAAAAAAAABk/2EgnD030bOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/Rq1bqym3z6I/AAAAAAAAABk/2EgnD030bOQ/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092827544323346338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/Rq1bYym3z5I/AAAAAAAAABc/z5KXO9sPYc4/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/Rq1bYym3z5I/AAAAAAAAABc/z5KXO9sPYc4/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092827235085701010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/Rq1a9ym3z4I/AAAAAAAAABU/oqTGuyGfPF8/s1600-h/IMG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/Rq1a9ym3z4I/AAAAAAAAABU/oqTGuyGfPF8/s320/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092826771229233026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/Rq1axSm3z3I/AAAAAAAAABM/TFNOw8J4SF8/s1600-h/IMG_1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/Rq1axSm3z3I/AAAAAAAAABM/TFNOw8J4SF8/s320/IMG_1277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092826556480868210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-5287747977004607762?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5287747977004607762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=5287747977004607762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/5287747977004607762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/5287747977004607762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-pictures-to-tide-you-over.html' title='More Pictures to tide you over'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/Rq1bqym3z6I/AAAAAAAAABk/2EgnD030bOQ/s72-c/IMG_1303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-9078480285165974374</id><published>2007-07-25T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:37:32.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im So Ronery..</title><content type='html'>Hello sweetheart.. I apologize for not writing in a few days but at the same time I do not because I will have a surprise for you in not too long and that is what I have been working on. Every new picture I see I hate myself more and more. You are getting bigger by the day but you are still absolutely gorgeous! Phew! I noticed that Uncle Josh managed to sneak a visit to see you. Very cool and very selfish at the same time. By doing that he is essentailly saying that he is the best uncle but that is definitely not the case. Okay, okay, truthfully, I have decided to not even joke anymore about who's the best uncle and what not, so that was my last. We are all going to be pretty dominant uncles I think so you will have a lot of people to go to for whatever. I must go now but I'll write later. I love you beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-9078480285165974374?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/9078480285165974374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=9078480285165974374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/9078480285165974374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/9078480285165974374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so-ronery.html' title='Im So Ronery..'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-6683240612683397754</id><published>2007-07-20T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T09:27:10.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures...</title><content type='html'>My beautiful little Maggie. Some of these pictures where taken when you were 11 days old. I can already tell we are going to look a lot alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqGARSm3z2I/AAAAAAAAABE/79NNI7LpkPA/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqGARSm3z2I/AAAAAAAAABE/79NNI7LpkPA/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089490088446381922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF_yCm3z1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/w7voilf-2A0/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF_yCm3z1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/w7voilf-2A0/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089489551575469906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF_jCm3z0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/jiUd5whia-8/s1600-h/100_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF_jCm3z0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/jiUd5whia-8/s320/100_0846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089489293877432130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF_RCm3zzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CIIv8mqTAsA/s1600-h/100_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF_RCm3zzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CIIv8mqTAsA/s320/100_0815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089488984639786802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF-2Sm3zyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sBMo_hzaRC4/s1600-h/100_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF-2Sm3zyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sBMo_hzaRC4/s320/100_0780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089488525078286114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-6683240612683397754?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6683240612683397754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=6683240612683397754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/6683240612683397754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/6683240612683397754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures...'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqGARSm3z2I/AAAAAAAAABE/79NNI7LpkPA/s72-c/IMG_0698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-3623212537129503352</id><published>2007-07-20T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:30:53.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Pajamas.</title><content type='html'>I am very pleased with these. Bargained these babies down to $7.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF9yym3zxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JmNHyJyc0Jw/s1600-h/8375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF9yym3zxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JmNHyJyc0Jw/s320/8375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089487365437116178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-3623212537129503352?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3623212537129503352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=3623212537129503352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3623212537129503352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3623212537129503352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-new-pajamas.html' title='My new Pajamas.'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RqF9yym3zxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JmNHyJyc0Jw/s72-c/8375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-5189069439971828821</id><published>2007-07-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:22:54.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 July 2007</title><content type='html'>Hello M-Ster. If your worried about the name "M-Ster," worry no more. As I recently looked at your Daddy's blog I recognized that there was a poll for what people will call you. I find this somewhat upsetting as I didn't want everyone to have access to a couple of those names. With that said I am boycotting all names mentioned in that poll and I am in the process of meditating/searching for the perfect name for you that I alone will be able to call you (at an appropriate time I will release a very SHORT list of people I will allow to use this name...Maybe). So I have just seen new pictures of you and it's pretty bittersweet. You see, in one retrospect I am so happy, actually ecstatic to see how beautiful you are but at the same time I am very upset to see that you are aging by the day and I am not there. I really do need to stop dwelling on the fact that I am not there because there is nothing I can do about it at this point but I cannot help it. You are a very big part of my life and I want to be there for the major things throughout your childhood, however, I suppose I have already failed in accomplishing this goal as I missed your birth. This post is not too exciting but sometimes that is the story of my life, thus leaving me with not too much to write about. The fact that I am falling asleep as my hands tinker across the keyboard adds to my inability to come up with creative material. Anyways, it is time for me to go so I will continue my rambling sooner than later. Hope you are doing good. Please stop growing until I come back. Love you and miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-5189069439971828821?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5189069439971828821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=5189069439971828821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/5189069439971828821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/5189069439971828821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/17-july-2007.html' title='17 July 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-7648288694231755007</id><published>2007-07-14T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T07:21:19.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a picture!</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is MY little niece! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RpjbnNZl3fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuznxJYioP8/s1600-h/maggie-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RpjbnNZl3fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuznxJYioP8/s320/maggie-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087057245773356530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-7648288694231755007?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7648288694231755007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=7648288694231755007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7648288694231755007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7648288694231755007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-this-is-my-little-niece.html' title='Finally, a picture!'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/RpjbnNZl3fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuznxJYioP8/s72-c/maggie-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-1485072251568705134</id><published>2007-07-14T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T07:05:36.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 July 2007</title><content type='html'>Good morning beautiful. You are probably up right now, despite it being 6:00 am in the morning. If you are anything like your daddy was your parents most likely did not sleep at all. For their sake I pray that you are not like he was as a baby, I heard he was a real pain in the boom boom (that's portuguese for butt). I would not wish that on anyone. So it is Sabbath morning and I have decided to stay here and write to you instead of going to church, for now at least. I must say that I struggle to find a good message out of the services here seeming that I do not understand anything that is happening. I recently found out as well that I have been giving people explicit hand gestures, I really had no idea. One of these gestures apparently means that I like guys very much.. not in a healthy way per say. And it is an open gesture for "acceptance" from any other person, or guy specifically, that feels the same way. Believe me, when I found out the meaning it explained a lot. Strangers here are really not very nice, especially if you are, say walking around in public. That's why I never could figure out why Karl, Eric, and Steven were so nice to me. Anyways, no lie, I woke up at 3:30 am to look at a picture of you. It made me smile. Okay so technically I got up to go to the bathroom but I had to take a look. You are so absolutely gorgeous! So I am going to head down a completely different path now, what is it that one should want out of life? Well, Im no expert but my views have changed over the past few years. In my opinion, one of the main, if not the main thing to.. hold on I have to pick my nose.. Okay, sorry. One of the main things to strive for in life should be to build and maintain relationships, and none should be as important as those of your family. Many would dissagree with me, however, I think it is very hard for some to accept this statement because they may have not had the same family experiences as I have had. Most familites will never experience the "closeness" that our family demonstrates. Secondly, no matter how much you may struggle with God as you grow up, do everything you can to keep him close to you. I know that kind of sounds cliche to say.. Which is kind of a double cliche to say it's cliche.. Oh well. Thirdly (this only applies to my sisters, you, and future nieces), become the highest degree of a black belt in a type of fighting of your choice. Fourth, take time to learn the correct method for hunting cougars from Uncle Jeremy, I truly believe that this could become very useful. Fifth, take after your father and do all you can to build things you need out of the most random objects (included in this is learning how to sew). Six, follow your mothers advice on what to look for in a guy, she has proven she has pretty good taste. And lastly, because you know that I like the number seven because it reminds me of myself (I have told you before that in the Bible 7=perfection), I will end with this. Seven, learn from those who have gone before you, no matter how out of trend you may think they are. For example, I would advise you to talk to your Grandma Sue (wow that's wierd to call my mom Grandma!) as much as you possibly can. She is probably the wisest most sympathetic and caring person I have ever encountered. You have good genes kid, on both sides of the family. You can learn a lot by not having to go very far, take advantage of this. I am not very wise myself and I even fail to follow my own advice at times, but I think some of this stuff is pretty good stuff to think about. I gotta go now, until we talk again, I love you and think about you non stop.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-1485072251568705134?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1485072251568705134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=1485072251568705134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/1485072251568705134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/1485072251568705134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/14-july-2007.html' title='14 July 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-3738652889164316014</id><published>2007-07-13T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:16:49.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 July 2007-Officially... Magdelana Deluca</title><content type='html'>So the name is officially in the books. I guess it's okay that I have been calling you Maggie for the past couple months. Things are starting to settle down a little bit from what I hear. Your mommy and daddy have taken you to where you will most likely spend a fairly large part of your life. Although the initial introduction of you was probably the most proudest day of your parent's lives, and very very exciting for them, it's probably nice to finally be able to get some sleep and "move you in" and get prepared for life as parents. Your daddy has devoted much of the past nine months however doing just that, I don't think he will screw up too bad as a father.. If he listens to me. So it's friday night and I sit here staring out the window, immediately entering my head is the song from Fievel Goes West, the gist of the song, more or less, goes something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though i know how very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star&lt;br /&gt;And then the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;If love can see us through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be togethor&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Out where dreams&lt;br /&gt;Come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this song enter my head? Because It helps me in knowing that I'm not there with you. I feel like  I have let you down quite a bit. For almost nine months I have talked about how excited I was to have you come and then I'm not there when you arrive. Great Uncle I am. I think I am going to silently sing this song to myself every night from now on until I come back home. Maybe it will help me, who knows. Basically what I'm saying here Maggie is that I miss you and I'm sorry I am not there right now. I know that you will grow up and insist on trying to assure me that it is not a big deal but I am afraid you will be wrong (don't worry though, I was wrong once too). It is a big deal to me, I really wish I was there. You have made me something that I have dreamed of for a long time, an uncle, and I am so excited to try and live up to the responsibilities of having that title. You are probably sitting on your fathers lap right now tooting away, little stinker. If I was there I'd probably chip in to make him upset, except he couldn't get upset because you're only a baby! Ha! Ha! Suck a duck (that's my new thing to say). Anyways, It's late so I have to go to bed. I'll try to write you tomorrow. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-3738652889164316014?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3738652889164316014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=3738652889164316014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3738652889164316014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3738652889164316014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/13-july-2007-officially-magdelana.html' title='13 July 2007-Officially... Magdelana Deluca'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-2533340293292524422</id><published>2007-07-10T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:36:01.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 July 2007--The Baby Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>I truly have yet to experience a prouder day than when I received the news that I was officially an uncle. The hype for the last eight and a half months easily lived up to what I expected. Although Daddy Josef already posted my niece's "specifics," I had already written down in my journal what I had figured each would be. You can choose to believe or not believe that I had written this down before.  I had her at 8 lbs 3 oz, 20 inches, a head full of hair (i.e. not bald), and be born at 2:17 pm. Check verylongchronicles.blogspot.com for her final results. For years I have ooed and awed over other babies, wondering when I could "have" a  baby to call my own, metaphorically speaking of course. I am so freaking, unbelievably, incredibly excited to be an uncle and have a beautiful little niece to show off and be able to sit down and hold while I fall asleep with her. I know I speak for all my siblings when I say to you, Becca and Josef, that we could not be more proud of you guys and look forward to hopefully playing an integral part in the raising and development of your daughter. I am really upset that I failed to be there for her initial introduction into the world but I plan on making up every second I was away. There really is nothing in my life at this moment that I am more excited about. Please be prepared for getting very tired of me, both of you, because I plan on spending a lot of time with you guys.. Starting in less than a month. I can't wait! From this point on (and until quite a while from now) every blog entry will contain information regarding my NIECE'S childhood stories only! &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-2533340293292524422?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2533340293292524422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=2533340293292524422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2533340293292524422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2533340293292524422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-july-2007-baby-has-arrived.html' title='10 July 2007--The Baby Has Arrived'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-8467387427964709388</id><published>2007-07-09T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:43:24.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09 July 2007--She's officially on the way.</title><content type='html'>I stayed up until 2:00 am... waiting... I woke up at 5:00 am... checking... At 7:00 am I finally received news, Becca went into labour, I am officially almost an uncle. Guaranteed within the next several hours I believe. Actually, I have no clue how long a woman can be in labour. For Becca's sake I'm praying that Maggie won't be the pill that she has been the last week and half and "come out" easy. I sit here hoping, grasping, and suffocating myself, almost, with the anticipation of finally hearing the news and seeing that first picture. I am in complete, undeniable turmoil as I ponder over the fact that I have essentially let Maggie down and "left" her [basically] alone in the delivery room. Me not being there would be the equivelent of The Beatles not having Jon Denver on the night of a concert. Oh well, I'm hoping that I can be forgiven. I must go now, I have to throw up. I think I'm sick. Don't worry though, I am only in a foreign country with no immediate hospital or medical assistance in a nearby vicinity. For now.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-8467387427964709388?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8467387427964709388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=8467387427964709388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/8467387427964709388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/8467387427964709388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/09-july-2007-shes-officially-on-way.html' title='09 July 2007--She&apos;s officially on the way.'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-7559333911484336406</id><published>2007-07-08T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T06:27:56.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08 July 2007.... No Baby Yet....</title><content type='html'>Well, I went ahead and journaled while I was in church yesterday so I decided to go ahead and put that into the blog. I don't have many options in church because I only pick up on about every 17th word spoken. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;It's sabbath morning here in beautiful Brazil and I am sitting here in church trying to even understand a fraction of what is being said. On each side of me sits two Brazilian girls. Fortunately for me both of these girls are quite anamored with me. Or course when I say this is a good thing I am actually saying it is quite awkward. It was the same story last night at vespers. One of the girls did in fact attempt to hold my hand during prayer. After approximately one and a half seconds of contemplating how to escape the situation I simply pulled my hand away. Upon informing Meilani of this predicament she laughed for a while and then requested that I post a picture of each girl so she could "see her competition" and also came up with this quickly, "I have an idea!! I bet those girls would be good teachers! They would be willing to do anything for you. I bet they could become your pimps. They could buy you stuff and take tests for you and stuff... but of course you wouldn't allow them to abuse you sexually." And lastly she calmly informed me that " It's okay that there are a few girls that seem to be infatuated/twitterpated with you, I knew that it was bound to happen. It came with the package deal of you going to Brazil." Yes, you have read that correct, two things especially stuck out to me in her response, 1. she encouraged my involvement with these girls, and 2. She used the word twitterpated. I must admit, Meilani has crossed my mind once or twice since I have ben here. Probably not any more though. I have not talked to her for over fifty four seconds on the phone since I have been here. The real topic for today however is once again the arrival, or lack there of, of my first niece. The little stinker has been taking her sweet time "coming out" which does not make sense to me at all. Right now, unfortunately, I am going to have to take a break for a couple minutes because one of the girls beside me is adamantly trying to get my journal. She says she wants to write something but most likely she will attempt to comprehend what I have written. This will prove to be quite the debacling challange for her. She will have a good time looking up words like debacling and twitterpated. &lt;br /&gt;While that was my journal in church, I'm now writing in the present. My niece did not arrive, or at least I have not heard she did, yesterday and has yet to today. Pill. Poor Becca. Today is not showing much excitement for me, I am trying to come up with someway of getting out of eating food at a BBQ im going to this afternoon. This is of course because all the food is meat, this could be difficult seeming as though the BBQ is being held in honor of me and my roomates. We will see what happens I guess. Until next time. &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-7559333911484336406?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7559333911484336406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=7559333911484336406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7559333911484336406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7559333911484336406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/08-july-2007-no-baby-yet.html' title='08 July 2007.... No Baby Yet....'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-3106951000426168599</id><published>2007-07-05T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T06:28:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 July 2007..... It Is Time</title><content type='html'>The time has arrived for the much anticipated arrival of my first (but most certainly not my last) niece. She is actually overdue now. Out of respect to my brother and his wife I will not release the final name for Maggie. All I can say is that I honor their choice and stand "100%" behind them. I have discussed this topic with them heavily and we have come to the final conclusion that this is the best way to address it. I have to be honest, I actually have not talked to them at all but Josef and I have come to terms with many things throughout our relationships. One of those things has been him realizing that my constant nagging will not stop. With that said, it is as wise for him to simply comply with my requests rather than to fight it/them. I will also point out that it is currently 12:34 am and I have just gotten back to school from an eight hour bus ride so everything I write may or may not make sense. &lt;br /&gt;Seeming that I have been absolutely horrendous at keeping up with my blog I will simply talk a little bit about my time spent here in Brasil. I recently spent several days traveling around Rio De Janeiro and a couple other less known places in Brasil. The trip was pretty cool, I probably had more fun with my bus driver than anyone on the trip. The fact that he found me to be as funny if not more than black people do of Bill Cosby or more recently, Dave Chappell, really boosted my self confidence. This experience has led me to believe that contrary to common beliefs, it is wise to spend time with those that love you for who you are rather than trying to "live up" to someone of "higher values" standards. Did that make sense?!?! This drivers name was Joselito. He is thirty eight years old, married I believe, and can eat non-stop. Possibly the most historic moment of the trip was when I decided to go skinny dipping in a sister adventist schools swimming pool at night. I really had no intentions of getting such a reaction from him but I had no idea what my actions were capable of doing. As I pooled off my speedo, Joselito immedietly fell into a rage of laughter, all 350 lbs of him, to such an extent that he eventually slipped off the edge of the pool and fell in... Quite amusing. The trip as a whole was great. I found that folks in Brasil, and possibly other foreign countries, are much more how would I say....free, about expressing themselves. When I return I will promptly show everyone what I mean. This will be thanks to my teacher down here. Before going out to tackle the waves of Copacabana in Rio, I asked my teacher to use my video camera and get some footage of me being cool in the water, body surfing, you know, whatever would make me look good. Later that night I went back and watched the film, to my great dissapointment, and maybe joy at the same time I found that approximately 3/4 of the footage consisted of him taping/zooming in on women in very small bathing suits walking down the beach. Enought about my trip.&lt;br /&gt;By this time, my niece should be here, I really have no clue whether or not my sister in law is in labor or is still laying in bed, I wish I knew. Better yet, I wish I could assume my rightful place next to her in the delivery room, oh well, I'll have to wait for child #2. I can swear on my father's life that I will have more joy, pride, and thanks when I view pictures of my first niece than anybody has found (maybe only joy) from seeing pictures of me prancing around in my speedo in Brasil. I must go to bed now, it's past 1:00 am. Hopefully next time I write on this site I will be discussing the excitement from the birth. I can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-3106951000426168599?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3106951000426168599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=3106951000426168599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3106951000426168599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3106951000426168599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/07/06-june-2007-it-is-time.html' title='06 July 2007..... It Is Time'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-2617198416127930668</id><published>2007-05-15T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:41:21.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 May 2007</title><content type='html'>*Happy Birthday Dad*&lt;br /&gt;Today's blog will be in honor of the great Chief... A worldwide legend recognized as a historian, comedian, dentist, husband, friend, storyteller and father... My father... Lee Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that defines a person? Is it the successes that one achieves or the obstacles one conquers? Maybe it's possibly overcoming a lengthy list of fears? First of all, what do I mean when I say "Define?" What does the word even mean? Basically it's what gives something form or meaning. So in response to my question, none of these things define a person. Really, the only thing that ever fully forms someone into who they become is the disappointments they experience. Many people try to define someone without ever knowing their background. If you agree with my definition for the word "define," than surely you cannot buy into the concept that someone other than yourself can try to define you. You and you alone are the only one that can truly be able to define yourself, and of course be able to supply sufficient evidence for your claims. Without anymore waiting, I provide you with a short, temporary, uncompleted list of great disappointments which have helped define me (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June 27, 1984*: The Portland Trail Blazer's select Sam Bowie with the 1st overall pick in the NBA draft... Michael Jordan went 2nd. (You are correct, I was not born yet... Nevertheless, this very thing has haunted my every dream for years). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. April 16, 1992, 1:37 pm: Older brother Joseph decides not to take me to Dairy Queen after I fail to do something up to his standards. This memory may or may not be truthful. In all honesty, this is what I remember... I'll stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. November 14, 1994: I find out Santa is fake... Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. December 25, 1994: Extremely mixed emotions run through my head when "Santa" shows up in my living room... I cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. December 26, 1994: The news is revealed to me... My dad is Santa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. June 12, 1998: I feel as though my world has crashed down on me after I fail to hit a home run in a YMCA little League game... The first time this has ever happened. My first seven* at bats were all home runs... *This number is debatable, I cannot remember exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. March 18, 2000: I agree to "go outside on the deck at the hotel (Four stories up) in my "Tighty Whities" when I'm dared by my basketball teammates. Foolishly, I trust them when they say "they won't do anything to me." It was maybe funny for the first five minutes. After twenty minutes on the deck in broad daylight in underwear my confidence was destroyed... The hotel was on the side of a highway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. January 3, 2002: I ask a girl to "go out" with me... She says yes... She breaks up with me three weeks later... I tell everyone I broke up with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. May 2002: The Portland Trail Blazers give up a 17 point lead in the final eight minutes of the game to the Los Angeles Lakers to advance to the NBA Finals... My hatred for Kobe Bryant begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny/ Assistant to the Editor in Chief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-2617198416127930668?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2617198416127930668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=2617198416127930668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2617198416127930668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2617198416127930668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/05/15-may-2007.html' title='15 May 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-3430115739402526271</id><published>2007-05-12T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T18:14:21.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 May 2007</title><content type='html'>Throughout life you will be bombarded by crazy people. Some will say, "The world is ending tonight" or "Old School is not one of the most brilliant, poetic, sincere, and absolutely masterful movies of all time." Basically, you will hear a lot of "fluff," which is why I deem it necessary to provide you with a survival list. Here it is, take what I say seriously, it could save your life someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jonny's Survival List to Not Only Survive, but Conquer the Apocolypse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At all times carry a fishing/hunting knife WITH optional under the arm carrying case. (Carrying case is essential for maximum effectiveness).&lt;br /&gt;2. Read and memorize Bradford Angier's "How to Stay Alive in the Woods"&lt;br /&gt;3. Be aquainted with the following movies: Surviving the Game, Die Hard Trilogy, Tracked, The Game (more for establishing mental strength), Lentil, Diary of Anne Frank, and the Incredibles.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dig, fill, and cover canned food that will last for seven years. (Note: This must be at an isolated location. Note #2: I say seven years because in the Bible the number "7"=Perfection) &lt;br /&gt;5. One cellar filled with weapons for war fare&lt;br /&gt;6. One cellar filled with ammunition for weapons&lt;br /&gt;7. Proper camoflauge with built in heat sensors (This could be used for a varitey of things and should be used in advance to become familiar with)&lt;br /&gt;8. One Jonseph* Hybrid which can be fueled by banana peels and animal feces**. *First Hybrid of it's type, named after the founder and his assistent/brother of Fankle Magazine. **Excludes Toad's and Cat's excriment, I don't believe these animals should be viewed as good for anything.&lt;br /&gt;9. Have on hand a large supply of peanuts* for bribing squirrels**. *Unroasted peanuts. **Squirrels usefullness/intelligence is often overlooked, a colony of squirrels on one's side could prove to be vital to survival (Note: this is an unproven theory but I as well as many others, or at least one other, believe it to be accurate)&lt;br /&gt;10. Lastly, for entertainment purposes, plant at least eighteen slip and slides* at various locations unknown to the general public, this will surely increace conveniency. *Water game invented by Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny/Assistent to the Editor &amp; Chief of Fankle Magazine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-3430115739402526271?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3430115739402526271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=3430115739402526271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3430115739402526271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3430115739402526271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/05/12-may-2007.html' title='12 May 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-3797269297899353690</id><published>2007-05-11T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:54:42.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 May 2007</title><content type='html'>Dearest Magsta,&lt;br /&gt;I stated in an earlier post that I would not be there when you are introduced into the world... most likely... Do I feel bad about this? Yes... Is there any positive outcomes that may come of this? Absolutely. For the first month of your induction, you will be passed around like a hot potato. As you know, the person who ends up holding the potato is the one that wins. This brings me to my logic, like a potato, the "hottness" of your initial existence will eventually cool. When this happens, guess who will be there to accept you? That's right, me. This means that I will, with not much suprise as is usually the custom, I will be the winner, I will have you for good. With that said, many will try to do things with you that I forbid you to do with anyone but myself. Without further ado, here is a preliminary list of the top five things you must NOT do with anyone while I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel to Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;2. Play the board game Monopoly (Batman and Robin special edition)&lt;br /&gt;3. Play the Tuba&lt;br /&gt;4. Shoot a paintball gun&lt;br /&gt;5. Frolick in ANY fields wich contains daisies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this is only a temporary list and many more things will be added to it in the near future. I believe mommy is feeding you Mac+Cheese right now.... Quite elegantly I might add... I guess that's all I have for tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny/Assistant to the Editor in Chief of "Fankle Magazine"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-3797269297899353690?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3797269297899353690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=3797269297899353690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3797269297899353690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3797269297899353690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/05/11-may-2007.html' title='11 May 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-3775714291171792178</id><published>2007-05-09T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T16:33:30.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 May 2007</title><content type='html'>Ironic: happening in the opposite way to what is expected, and typically causing wry amusement because of this. For example, it's ironic that Joseph decided to start a "Top 150" list for people he wanted you to know. Why you may ask? Most likely because he heard the idea from me and took it. Then again, everything I say from now on should be put into question seeming that I have a rare form of amnesia. I haven't consulted with Josef as of yet, but I'm hoping that maybe we could combine our lists, thus allowing both of us to actually finish something we have started (no offense intended Josef). With that said, I'll continue forward with 002. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002: Zech "Silky Smooth" Runkle&lt;br /&gt;Very good/best friend of Uncle Jonny. Like's children. Is Talanted. Loves the Long's. Fiercly loyal. Want's to be addressed as "Uncle Zechy" by you. Great taste in movies (i.e. Dumb and Dumber is one of his favorites). Has no problem embarressing himself with Uncle Jonny for entertainment. Is not a guy who "jumps on the bandwagon"/he does his own thing. Doesn't let people boss him around. Will probably play in the NFL, which is extremely relevant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-3775714291171792178?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3775714291171792178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=3775714291171792178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3775714291171792178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3775714291171792178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/05/9-may-2007.html' title='9 May 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-7589562230853215733</id><published>2007-05-08T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:19:21.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 May 2007</title><content type='html'>I have recently looked into possible minor forms of amnesia... If there is something, I think I have it. As Uncle Josh could attest to, I have lossed my keys and phone a combined seventeen times in the last three weeks, approximately. I also got up at 7:00 am in the morning to study for a quiz I thought I had in my 9:00 am class. It would be understandable if I had only been mistaken about a quiz, what was not understandable was the fact that I didn't even have class. &lt;br /&gt;I heard you and your mother came in second place in the Bloomsday run. I'll repeat my brother's sentiments, it's not first but you're the first loser.. I guess something can be said for that. As you grow up, you'll quickly learn that losing is something your father is not okay with. Tracing back a few years, I distinctly remember being beaten by your "Daddy" if my baseball team lost a game or I did not hit a home run. At the time I wondered if it was excessive, now I realize that it was absolutely necessary for my development as an eight year old trying to leave a mark in my first year in YMCA little league. &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-7589562230853215733?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7589562230853215733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=7589562230853215733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7589562230853215733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7589562230853215733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/05/8-may-2007.html' title='8 May 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-6865876523524990815</id><published>2007-05-05T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T19:38:39.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 May 2007</title><content type='html'>Sabbath evening...  I'm sitting on my front porch watching the beautiful sun set... I think in the west?!?! I'm trying to remember how that song goes about the sun setting, geography has never been my strongest subject. Today I went to church and heard my good friend/ex-roomate Trent Wade preach. Sometimes you hear things so much that they become inaffective, for me, I don't know how many times I have heard that you should not take things for granted, whatever that may be. I have always maintained some what of a "neutral" attitude and haven't put much thought into my appreciation for even life's most "simple" gifts. For some strange reason, however, Trent got through to me today. My goodness, there is so much to be thankful for, seriously. I am going to make a concerted effort to try and appreciate even the most tiniest things. I'll tell you something I'm really really thankful for.. You! Wow, I have said this numerous times but I have waited so long to have a little baby that I could claim as "mine," per say. I am so excited to be a part of your life and possibly have an influence in some way. I love you kid. I'll talk to you later. &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-6865876523524990815?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6865876523524990815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=6865876523524990815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/6865876523524990815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/6865876523524990815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-may-2007.html' title='5 May 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-8825305882296419894</id><published>2007-05-03T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:42:10.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 May 2007</title><content type='html'>Hello my little princess... I'm actually not sure if I like that, I think you're quite a bit tougher (and prettier of course) than a princess. When I think of a princess I think Cinderella or something. I had never really thought of that fairy tale all that much but I think it kind of bothers me, or at least I could make it bother me if I thought about it long enough. What's her problem? "Oh no, I was rich but my father died so now I'll just let my step mother walk all over me." Heck no, why did she not verbally.. and possibly physically as well.. obliterate her and her stuck up step sisters. No way I would put up with that. So I guess to sum it up, here's what bothers me about the story, Cinderella is portrayed as a strong character who you're supposed to have pity for because she's treated so badly by her step sisters and step mother. Does nobody realize that Cinderella is an adult?!?! Why can she not mess them up and take what is rightfully her's or at least leave and go somewhere where she won't be treated like garbage? I have no pity for Cinderella, she's a weak character and would never survive in the real world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a positive light, I have now convinced myself that I do not in fact like the story of Cinderella, thus assuring in me that I will never have to waste my time reading it to you. But don't worry your sweet little heart, I'll read you other books that portray strong characters that stand up for themselves. We will start off with lighter reading material (and when I say reading material, I mean we will probably just watch a movie), such as The Incredibles and Shrek and then move onto a little more heavy stuff like Predator, Cliffhanger, The Matrix, and so forth. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-8825305882296419894?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8825305882296419894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=8825305882296419894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/8825305882296419894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/8825305882296419894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-may-2007.html' title='3 May 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-3512072750077511142</id><published>2007-04-09T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:35:36.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 April 2007</title><content type='html'>Beautiful Magster,&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while. I take full responsibility for neglecting my responsibilities to write. Things have been a little hectic lately. Since I last wrote, I have moved into Josh's house, decided to come back to Walla Walla, and dealt with some pretty heavy family stuff. One of those things (Walla Walla), nobody else really knows about yet I don't think so you are one of the first. Meilani is in Hawaii right now and I for some strange reason miss her quite a bit. Everybody has been pretty busy with all kinds of crazy stuff. Lanessa has recently started writing to you which I am very excited to see. Jeremy has a mohawk right now and is very proud to sport it in public. I don't have too much more. I know that I keep apologizing for not being consistent with writing, but I am sorry and I will try to do better. Love you and I'll talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-3512072750077511142?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3512072750077511142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=3512072750077511142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3512072750077511142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3512072750077511142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/04/9-april-2007.html' title='9 April 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-3837012295840083229</id><published>2007-03-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T08:47:53.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 March 2007</title><content type='html'>My little lady,&lt;br /&gt;Good morning! I'm sitting here in work at 8:30 on monday morning. I'm actually half asleep. We were busy last night getting things for Uncle Josh's new house. I only got four hours of sleep and I have class in exactly thirteen minutes and I have to work another five hours this afternoon. Why am I whining so much? I'm almost starting to sound like Joseph. haha. Just kidding. I'm seeing an opportunity to shut things down at work at this very moment, I think I'm gonna take it so I'll have a chance of getting to class on time. We will talk later. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-3837012295840083229?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3837012295840083229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=3837012295840083229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3837012295840083229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3837012295840083229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/03/26-march-2007.html' title='26 March 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-8607944193993544375</id><published>2007-03-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:27:42.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MDL: 17 March 2007</title><content type='html'>The preliminary name has been set. Okay, okay, it's not offical and my sister-in-law/potential/future wife has forbid me from actually saying what the newest member of our families name is. All I can say is that her initials are "MDL." Also, I thought I would mention that I never realized how much of a significant role Mary Magdalena, or I mean Mary Magdaline, played in the Bible. Lately I have neglected my responsibilities with blogging and I do feel bad for that. However, I do have a legitimate explanation. I met this new guy I have been hanging out with at school named Terry DELUKA. Really great guy, very interesting name too. Anyways, I decided to bring in a guest blogger for you MDL.  This is someone that I respect very very much and holds the reputation as probably one of the most famous and wisest people in the Pacific Northwest today. Please enjoy the guest blogger for today, Jeremy Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gonna get right down to business. A lot of people in the family, well, namly Jonny have made periodic statements in the past about teaching the kid how to play basketball. But all I can say to that is "go ahead," yes, simply "go ahead," because to be honest, I'm not completely sure she's gonna want to play basketball. In which case Jonny will have no personal activity to participate in with MDL. Recently Josef (the supposed father of MDL) made a few comments on "selling" activities to participate in with MDL e.g. basketball, hiking, dirt-bike riding, bungie jumping, sky diving, hunting, fishing, eating candy with etc. etc. etc. and you know what, all I can say to that is genius... genius, why has nobody thought of this before?! But right now, yes right now, I reserve the right to teach Magda-- I mean MDL how to sew, sell candy (which i will be taking 100% profit), and lastly... How to tap dance (in which her father pays for the tap-dancing classes.) Those are just a few activities MDL and I will be spending a lot of time doing together (sewing wednesday thursday, selling candy on sunday, and tap-dancing on Monday, I will have to think of the rest later.) Until next time, I'm Uncle Jeremy, MDL's fearless leader and mentor (we're gonna have a good time little one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jeremy often has wonderful, poignant, and most importantly, truthful things to say... and sometimes he makes some statements that couldn't be farther from the truth. For example, how he states that he is your "...fearless leader and mentor..." Oh Jeremy, what a cute little character. &lt;br /&gt;Love you MDL,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Anyone who wishes to discuss the nature of my future nieces name can come and talk with me...&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I will pretend like I care what you have to say, when in reality I have no desire to listen.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. Anyone who has a problem with the name choice of my future niece may go ahead and never associate with not only her but also our family in general because they have no authority in the matter.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.S. Josef and Becca's name choice for my niece will be respected and not questioned. It will be talked about if and only if it involves commenting on their creative name choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-8607944193993544375?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8607944193993544375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=8607944193993544375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/8607944193993544375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/8607944193993544375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/03/mdl-17-march-2007.html' title='MDL: 17 March 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-4703031801307862148</id><published>2007-02-23T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:20:22.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 February 2007</title><content type='html'>Chillin here with Uncle Jeremy, Auntie Lanessa, Uncle Josh, and Grandma. Wow, that's wierd to call my mom grandma. They drove up to Walla Walla for the weekend to watch our last basketball game. No Grandpa though, he is busily at home fixing some housing problems. Uncle Josh is feeling pretty sick and his back is really hurting him so he is already asleep on the floor. I really cannot believe that my season is over basically, I have some serious decisions to make in the coming weeks about next year. I almost wish that someone would hit me over the head and tell me what to do. I wish you were already here, you would listen and understand me. My eyes are beginning to droop over because my body is finally reacting from the tiresome week. I'm afraid I'll have to come back and finish up some of my thoughts later&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-4703031801307862148?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4703031801307862148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=4703031801307862148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/4703031801307862148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/4703031801307862148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/02/23-february-2007.html' title='23 February 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-1998571671392619</id><published>2007-02-15T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:49:41.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 February 2007</title><content type='html'>It's official!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You are a little girl. I am going to have a niece! Truly, I could not be prouder. I know that I have been talking for the last couple months, making statements along the lines of, "It might be a boy," I really haven't said anything too bold, I have no problem admitting that I'm wrong, however. Right now I'm in the process of coming up with a list of names for mommy and daddy. The leading name up until now seems to be "Janella Joy," or JJ for short. I have also recently started a list of rules, or rather guidelines, for anyone wishing to associate themselves with you. These will most likely be handed out the most during your junior high to high school years. Hopefully by the time you hit college one of your uncles can be retired and become a full time bodyguard for you, or if you find this an unreasonable option, he will become a full time student... at the same college you're attending... With the same class schedule as yours. Basically, you will not be left alone... Ever... I'll write more later. I now have new material to discuss with you since things have changed somewhat. Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-1998571671392619?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1998571671392619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=1998571671392619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/1998571671392619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/1998571671392619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/02/15-february-2007.html' title='15 February 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-4668999371256394151</id><published>2007-02-05T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:11:41.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 February 2007</title><content type='html'>Hey there little buddy... or sweetheart possibly... So I spoke too soon I guess, Daddy had what we call a "brain fart" when he told me they knew you were a boy. It's actually one week from today that we find out your identity. I know I have made a lot of fairly bold statements about you being a boy, but in all seriousness. I would be just as proud if you were a girl. Whatever, I'm just excited to be an uncle. I wont lie, I am going to be a dominate uncle. I'm hoping through a multitude of gifts, or material possesions if you will, I will gain your respect to the point that you will call me your favorite uncle. Lately I have really been praying for guidance and wisdom with this whole basketball thing and the decision I will have to make about next year. Don't ever take for granted the power of prayer. There may come a point where your friends try to convince you that it's not really the  "cool" thing to do. Don't bother your time with them. At all costs, avoid using God sparingly. I fall into this trap too much, failing to even aknowledge my need for Him at times but then asking him to bail me out when things get really bad. Always pray for God to lead. Everyone else will always let you down at times.. Even your mom.... Maybe... It's almost 11:15 pm and I still have two assignments to do. Until next time..&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-4668999371256394151?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4668999371256394151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=4668999371256394151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/4668999371256394151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/4668999371256394151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/02/5-february-2007.html' title='5 February 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-3611024902840554566</id><published>2007-01-29T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:44:57.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 January 2007</title><content type='html'>What up little homey,&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed to work here in nine minutes so I thought I would catch up a little bit. Sorry about the last few weeks. Stuff has been pretty busy and there has also been a lot of things running through my head. I will tell you one thing that I consider to be very important in life... Being consistent with what you say. In other words, when you make a statement, you sure as heck better stick with what you say. If you don't, you lose all sense of credibility and respect. There is somebody I know right now that is constantly doubling back on everything they say and it is extremely frustrating. Don't ever become this.. I have no worries really, it's more me just venting to you. The Long family has no history of doing this... except for those 13 different times. Anyways, my nine minutes are up so I gotta bounce. I'll try not to take so long before I write again. I promise it's not because I don't want to. I love you.....&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-3611024902840554566?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3611024902840554566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=3611024902840554566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3611024902840554566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3611024902840554566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/01/29-january-2007.html' title='29 January 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-2337979474087837476</id><published>2007-01-20T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:09:27.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 January, 2007</title><content type='html'>I hate to say "I told you so" to everyone but... I told you so... We just found out that you are in fact a boy which I have been very confidently professing to everyone. It's sabbath afternoon and I'm kind of sick but I'm with Uncle Josh and Uncle Jamey so it's all gravy. We have decided to just "relax" this afternoon, maybe even get a little nap in. We were invited to go to a club tonight to go dancing with some friends but I'm not sure if we will or not. I must say that watching Josh and Jamey dance would be very entertaining. I think that I might fall into the catagory of an inexperienced dancer. When you get a little older, maybe around 5 or 6, watch "The Jerk", starring Steve Martin, watch him at the beginning of the movie and that will give you an idea of the kind of rhythm I have. We travel to Portland on Monday to play the 4th ranked team in the nation, the family will be there and we are going to get killed. It will be pretty cool though because it will be the first time Josh and I will play together in front of them. I'm still not sure what's going to happen next year, I'm kind of torn now because Josh is going to buy a house here in Walla Walla I think and I don't want to just leave him so to speak. Anyways, now that everyone knows that you're a boy they can take back all that girl stuff they bought for you. I'm not going to lie, I feel pretty good about myself, I made some pretty serious predictions and talked some serious junk to people, it just feels great to always be right. I guess it's possible that Josef was lying to me and you really are a girl, obviously to mock me and question my credibility with others. That would be somewhat embarressing but I trust that he wouldn't do that to me because that would most definitely be crossing the line. I think the mature thing to do is to get a hold of Lidiane and taunt her for at least 20 minutes, she was so cocky and confident that you were a girl and I never even flinched. She doesn't know you like I do. I don't know how, I just knew that you were a boy. Time for lunch now so I will catch you later. June/July is coming sooner than later and everyone is getting very, very excited!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-2337979474087837476?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2337979474087837476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=2337979474087837476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2337979474087837476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2337979474087837476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/01/20-january-2007.html' title='20 January, 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-7022505443157008300</id><published>2007-01-11T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T10:31:11.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 11, 2007</title><content type='html'>JJ,&lt;br /&gt;Boy am I ever sorry. It's been a while since I've written a little somethin for you. A lot has happened since I last wrote to you. I am now going to school not only with your Uncle Jamey but also your Uncle Josh, as well as playing basketball with Uncle Josh. That really ads a whole new dynamic to being here, obviously in a good way. Geez, my second quarter just started and I am already feeling overwhelmed with all this stuff that I have going on. My basketball team just increased our already wonderful record to 2-15 after an impressive loss to Whitman College. Once again, I didn't play all that well. I tell you what though, when I came out of the game with four minutes left and watched Uncle Josh step on the court I couldn't help but smile despite the fact that we were down by 40. He posted 4 points and 3 rebounds in his first ever college game, not too shabby. Hopefully you will get to watch your Uncle Jeremy play growing up and he can amaze you like my brothers did for me (Or Auntie Lanessa if by some slight chance you turn out to be a girl). And then of course, when you have younger siblings you will be able to do the same for them. Being an older sibling is a huge responsibility and even more so when your the oldest. Don't ever be afraid to ask your dad how to handle being the oldest, he has virtually been the perfect role model, friend, example, etc..... For all six of his younger siblings. Listen, I don't even know what you look like and I guess I really don't have any way of telling whether or not your a boy or girl, one thing I do know is that you will grow up to be an awesome older brother/sister. Don't ever be afraid to admit your mistakes as you mature and do whatever  you can to obtain wisdom from those that have already gone before you.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-7022505443157008300?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7022505443157008300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=7022505443157008300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7022505443157008300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7022505443157008300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2007/01/january-11-2007.html' title='January 11, 2007'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-5859336930641301590</id><published>2006-12-26T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T16:04:01.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 26, 2006</title><content type='html'>JJ,&lt;br /&gt;The day after Christmas and I sit here pondering over the many presents I recieved, and more importantly, what I DIDNT receive. I always find it ironic that I'm not given everything I have asked for (I have been waiting a long time to find the right sentence to use the word 'ironic' in... awesome). I did however get some pretty flippin sweet stuff that I can't wait to wear/use. For instance, your daddy made me a little sweatshirt that I'll be sporting on a daily basis, basically what it says on it is that after him, I hold all power, or in other words I'm the Assistant Director in the Very Long Media business (please do not mistake for the "Assistant TO THE Director...big difference).  Anyways, sorry, this is gonna be a short one today, I just picked up my woman friend, Meilani. Not sure if she'll still be here when you're old enough to understand but for now she's kind of a part of my life. I believe my next blog will be entitled "Women: Their Purpose in the World". &lt;br /&gt;Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-5859336930641301590?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5859336930641301590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=5859336930641301590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/5859336930641301590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/5859336930641301590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-26-2006.html' title='December 26, 2006'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-7756207733689863791</id><published>2006-12-24T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:59:32.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 24, 2006</title><content type='html'>JJ, your first Christmas Eve! Aren't you excited?!?! Unfortunately your rude parents decided they didn't want to spend it with us (The Long Family), which really blows. Which brings me to my next point, your parents will want to "share" time with our family and your mommy's family but I have come up with what I believe to be a very reasonable solution.  Considering that Josef is the sperm provider (supposedly) which = you, than his side of the family technicly has more custody of you. With that said, here is a little letter I have wrote to your mommy's side of the family. &lt;br /&gt;"To whom it may concern: &lt;br /&gt;     I want to say how much the Long Family appreciates all of your 'help' with the newest member of our family, Jonny Junior (aka JJ). I couldnt help but laugh when I heard a really funny joke the other day, essentially the punch line was that JJ would be 'splitting' time with the Nutter and Long families during various holidays. It later came to my attention that it wasn't supposed to be a joke however, which made me laugh even more. I guess what I'm saying is that it's absolutely ludicrous to think that JJ wouldn't be at the Long household during every holiday (including Hannukah=12 days). Before you get to upset though read what I.. or rather we.. have come up with as an alternate solution. All members of Becca's family are freely welcome at our house at any time if they ask at least two weeks ahead of time. If asked in a proper fashion, they will ALSO be allowed to hold/play/speak with JJ at five minute incriments (with one hour break between every five minutes). Thank you very much for wanting to be involved in JJ's life. I think that he might appreciate it at somepoint.&lt;br /&gt; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;   Jonny Long--Long Family Correspondant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas little man, I can't wait 'till I can actually hold you when your OUT of your mommy's tummy. &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-7756207733689863791?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7756207733689863791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=7756207733689863791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7756207733689863791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7756207733689863791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-24-2006.html' title='December 24, 2006'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-330837950943931293</id><published>2006-12-20T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:21:39.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 20, 2006</title><content type='html'>5 days until I'm lavished with multiple gifts that will surely brighten my days for a while, it's amazing to me that I'm only treated like this for only one day out of the entire year. I wouldn't be opposed to approaching Christmas like making a movie, in stages. We could have a Pre-Christmas, Christmas, and Post-Christmas. Getting gifts at each stage of course. You will learn that this is the most important part of christmas--forget the atmosphere, forget the family, forget the giving, Christmas is about fulfilling your own desires and receiving gifts that you wouldn't get otherwise. Okay, so giving is kind of cool too, your Auntie Leanna and I will be having our 2nd Annual Christmas Shopping trip tomorrow, we started a tradition last year where we essentially just pick out gifts for ourselves and then give them to the other person to buy. It's a really a great concept. Why? Because you will find that you often have to pretend like you like gifts given to you when in reality these gifts provide you with as much enjoyment as looking at your pet release his lunch. Leanna and I have discovered that this can be avoided, just choose what you would like, have the person you're shopping with buy it, and pretend like your surprised when you open it. Your Uncle Jeremy will be attending his first dance tonight at the Junior High. He is hitting that stage in life where he has started to "notice" people of the opposite sex, by the time you "pop" out who knows, he will probably be in a serious relationship, most likely it wont be a real relationship though because it will be based solely on physical attractions and being too excited about discovering what the word "French" means when put in front of the word "kissing". &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-330837950943931293?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/330837950943931293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=330837950943931293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/330837950943931293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/330837950943931293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-20-2006.html' title='December 20, 2006'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-2062756882050488161</id><published>2006-12-16T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:18:32.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 16, 2006</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon, I sit in my room... alone... Jamey left me yesterday. I could have been home 5 days ago but I have to stay here in Walla Walla because of basketball. I have one more day to go. Your Auntie Leanna just purchased a house in Vancouver, Wa., that has been the exciting news the last few days. You will now be raised practically next door to her so I envy her very much. I guess all the power went out in Tillamook so your Grandpa and Grandma, Uncle Jeremy, and Auntie Lanessa have been forced to use their imaginations for the last couple days. I feel so bad for them. I have been in the midst of watching the second season of Prison Break and I have no clue what I would do if all the power went out!! It would be devestating. While, I'm gonna go watch a sabbath sermon on my computer, a piece called "Doug Bachelor presents: Casino Royale". Much Love.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-2062756882050488161?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2062756882050488161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=2062756882050488161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2062756882050488161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/2062756882050488161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-16-2006.html' title='December 16, 2006'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-1294974297091601420</id><published>2006-12-14T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T12:30:08.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 14, 2006</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving in 20 minutes to go and play Central Washington (Division II). This will without a doubt be the worst loss I have ever experienced, worse  the 52 point loss I experienced last week. You know what I don't like, being embarassed, which I will be today. It's alright, hopefully I play well. I tell you what, you are going to be one heck of an athlete (if you don't take after your father), just kidding! Nobody rocked sports goggles like your dad, not even Horace Grant (NBA player, possibly dead when you read this.....black). I'm going to tell you who my top five favorite basketball players are in the NBA right now and we will see how they are when you are able to read this: 1. Lebron James, 2. Steve Nash, 3. Dwayne Wade, 4. Kevin Garnett, 5. Vince Carter. Also, the two players expected to be the next big things in the NBA are Kevin Love and Kyle Singler (from Oregon) and Greg Oden. They probably will amount to nothing. Anyways, I gotta take off now. Peace and Love.&lt;br /&gt;Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-1294974297091601420?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1294974297091601420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=1294974297091601420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/1294974297091601420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/1294974297091601420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-14-2006.html' title='December 14, 2006'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-8321750774273416049</id><published>2006-12-12T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T20:25:47.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 12, 2006</title><content type='html'>I'm done with my first quarter of college baby. It feels pretty good. I did get a D+ on my math test which was pretty dissapointing but you know what... I'm okay with it! I'm done.... Plus math sucks cahones (that's spanish for an english word, ask Uncle Josh or Jamey what it means). I think that I'm going to finish watching the first season of a show called "Prison Break" tonight so that's pretty exciting. I have been so involved with school that I haven't even had time to talk to you about one of my favorite times of the year. Christmas! Throughout your life some of your most memorable experiences will be over this joyous holiday season. Seriously, nobody else in the world party's on christmas day like the Long's, you know what, forget that. That may be true but it's the whole time in general that makes it so cool, pre-christmas, christmas, post-christmas, the whole package. From going and searching for the perfect christmas tree, to sipping hot chocolate, to shopping with everyone (included with this would be everyone making fun of Josh for completing his shopping within a period of minutes), and finally to my personal favorite time--opening presents I deserve. Anyways, you've got a lot to look forward to. Hint # I forgot: Make a christmas wish list with everything your heart desires every christmas and give it to everyone who should be getting you something, even if you think there's no way you'll get it (if your parents really love you then they will get EVERYTHING for you that you want). I learned that this is a good idea and that it will work after I watched Uncle Jeremy and Aunt Lanessa get every single item on their lists for Chrismas in 2003.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-8321750774273416049?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8321750774273416049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=8321750774273416049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/8321750774273416049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/8321750774273416049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-12-2006.html' title='December 12, 2006'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-4031083246516496056</id><published>2006-12-10T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:35:24.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 10, 2006</title><content type='html'>My stress level has started to climax because of the six finals I will be attempting to take between today, sunday the 10th and next tuesday the 12th. Unfortunately, I don't think I can come up with anything clever to say today. I think I'm starting to finally understand what it means to be completely drained physically. Okay, I take that back, I have been completely physically drained before. My roomate is sitting here next to me right now and he has some words of advice for you. You will probably come to know him as "Uncle Trent"... Probably your only uncle that doesn't necessarily look the same "color" as you.   He's full of rhymes, stories, advice, and quotes that you will come to respect very much. Here's some quotes he thinks you should know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heart is what seperates the good from the great"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Opportunity always involves risk, you can't steal second with your foot still stuck on first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Winners surround each other with winners"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be an ordinary person committed to doing extraordinary things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny Long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-4031083246516496056?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4031083246516496056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=4031083246516496056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/4031083246516496056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/4031083246516496056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-10-2006.html' title='December 10, 2006'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-7947022639952943243</id><published>2006-12-07T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:45:35.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 7, 2006</title><content type='html'>I'm tellin you little dude, life sucks some times, but there's so much to be thankful for. It's something I'm trying to learn as an individual, learn to think of something in my head that I'm thankful for every time I feel depressed or feel like the world is out to "get me".  For instance, right now, I have 5 finals to study for, this depresses me, so what do I do? I think of something that makes me happy... In this case the television show "Prison Break" immediately comes to mind so I choose to be happy instead of depressed and watch an episode. Of course I'm only prolonging my depression, but who cares, right?!?! Tonight I play against a division II basketball team, San Fransico State, I would normally never bet against myself or go into something without confidence but this is an exception. If I were to make a bet with a bookie I'd put $50,000 on them beating us by at least 25 points. Final Score: San Fransico-92...Walla Walla-65. Hopefully I'm wrong. Peace and Love.&lt;br /&gt;Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-7947022639952943243?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7947022639952943243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=7947022639952943243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7947022639952943243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7947022639952943243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-7-2006.html' title='December 7, 2006'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-7813182332975745415</id><published>2006-12-05T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:36:18.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 5, 2006</title><content type='html'>School will often get you you ver frustrated, tired, or motivated. Possibly sometimes a combination of at least frustrated and tired. Right now I'm entering my first week of finals as a freshman in college and I'm not enjoying it. However, keep in mind that however stupid and pointless school is at times, it does help you learn to set goals, make comittments, and prioratize what's impmortant to you. I've got lots of studying so I'll leave you with that for today. Hint #4: Sometimes you will have people try to explain to you/give you advice on certain things, whether it be about life, school, girls/boys, or whatever. No matter how wrong you know they are, and how much you dissagree, it's important to let them do this sometimes because it might be the only chance they get to feel like their important or actually intelligent. &lt;br /&gt;Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-7813182332975745415?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7813182332975745415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=7813182332975745415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7813182332975745415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7813182332975745415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-5-2006.html' title='December 5, 2006'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-7727782590939823410</id><published>2006-12-03T12:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:53:01.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>Alright little man, here's the scoop. Throughout the course of your life you will have to make decisions. Some decisions you will look back on and without any doubt know that that was the right decision to make. Others you will look back on and realize that the decision you made may have not been necessarily the right decision but it helped you grow as an individual and mature. And yet still, there are those unfortunate decisions that you make where you look back on and know that the decision made was not the right one, and you try and try with everything within you to find something positive out of the circumstance, searching for something that helped you grow, for something that taught you a valuble lesson. I'll be the first one to tell you that I'm not sure if something positive can come out of every decision you ever make, maybe so, where I'm at in my life right now doesn't give me the credibility to say one way or the other. One of the most important things to remember however is that when things don't always work out the way you planned, when you feel depressed and lonely, when you truly believe that you are a stuck in a whole that you don't know how to get out of, call on those that are close to you for help. I would say that you are not going to find a family, immediate or extended, that will be better at having your back and being there for you through those times in life where stuff just isn't going right. Hint #3: You will have enemies, learn to not only wish that bad not come to them but also learn to pray that they may have the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-7727782590939823410?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7727782590939823410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=7727782590939823410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7727782590939823410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/7727782590939823410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/life_03.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-3866841554758095693</id><published>2006-12-01T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:31:38.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1, 2006</title><content type='html'>JJ,&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I'm very glad for is the fact that you will grow up with a father that knows how to stand up for himself and not back down when he disagrees. Unfortunately im one of the few (if not the only one) in my family that missed out on this trait. Throughout life you will always be "tested" by people, if you are like the majority of human beings you will often get very frustrated and just straight want to hit someone in the face. Right now that's how I feel, there is something that I disagree strongly with this one person about but I don't have the 'cough'.... balls.... to stand up for what I think and talk to the person about it. In fact, I talk to this person on a daily basis, and I'd like to yell at them and tell them what I think, instead however, I stand there and pretend like I agree. This is a very bad trait. There is no one that you will meet who is better at facing confrentations head on than your daddy. Observe, learn, obey (sometimes), and practice what he teaches you. I don't mean that he resorts to solving prediciments with violence (which is probably a good thing), but he knows how to stand up for what he believes. This is important. I guess that will be my lesson for the day. I'm headed to a lodge up in the mountains tonight to play in the snow and make snow angels with your uncle Jamey, should be a fun time. Hint #2: Sometimes it is absolutely essential to resort to violence, if you ever find yourself losing in a "battle" with your father realize two things, 1) your screwed if you try to take him on verbally, and 2) that's okay, this is the time to use violence and just abuse him physically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-3866841554758095693?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3866841554758095693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=3866841554758095693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3866841554758095693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/3866841554758095693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-1-2006.html' title='December 1, 2006'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918931076554710134.post-5747741330782126749</id><published>2006-11-30T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:31:08.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Long</title><content type='html'>JJ...My homey that know me...My brother from another mother... aka... My nephew... (or child?)...&lt;br /&gt;What up little man, it's your uncle/daddy Jonny speaking. Believe me when I say that you have no idea how long I have waited for you. It has been exactly 1 month and 14 days since I found out I was going to be a father.. I mean uncle... Oh shoot, I mean it's been exactly 13 days (November 17, 2006). One thing you will learn is that your uncle's love your mother very.... VERY... much. We have often had long, debacling conversations as to who Becca REALLY loves the most. Another thing you will learn (this does tie into the previous sentence), is that your daddy never was one of what you would call the "popular" kids, meaning that he did not have woman hanging at his side. I mention this only because I think it's important for you to know how your mother and father's(?) relationship works. When Becca came into our lives any of your father's(?) brothers could have had Becca if he so choosed... Actually, your Uncle Josh did date your mother briefly before your father(?) and her started "seeing" each other. Us brothers decided that it was time to let Josef finally experience hooking up with a girl, and not just any girl, the best. This was very hard for us (probably me the most), I even had to resort to writing them a poem for their wedding where I had to pretend like I was happy they were getting married. That sucked. With that said, I will kind of get serious. You have been prayed for for several years, at the minimum since your parent's wedding night, I prayed very long and hard for your parents to make me an uncle, in fact, I probably wasn't the only one. As you may calculate, that didn't happen. So here we are! I'm not going to lie, you are going to be one lucky kid. You have some pretty flipping sweet relatives. My plan is to write a little something for you at least every other day, even if it's something short, just letting you know what I'm doing now (im a freshman in college). Things that bother me, things I appreciate, my passions, frustrations, and aspirations. People you will like, people you will dislike. Stuff like that. I hope that when you get old enough to read, and since your Josef's child..ummm.... probably two and a half, you can read this and be able to realize how exciting this time was for me, knowing that I could finally have a little kid running around that I could truly say was kind of mine (Hint #1: if you ever feel like you are being passed around like a posession, don't feel used or hurt, just realize that posessions make people happy). Anyways dude, I'm stoked awaiting your arrival and can't wait to hopefully be a small part  of your life (or big if your father(?) lets me).&lt;br /&gt;I already love you,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918931076554710134-5747741330782126749?l=formynephewchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5747741330782126749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918931076554710134&amp;postID=5747741330782126749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/5747741330782126749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918931076554710134/posts/default/5747741330782126749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formynephewchild.blogspot.com/2006/11/mr-long.html' title='Mr. Long'/><author><name>Jonny Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17082507801902376086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KT7sUGfyqM/TKt0Mr1Ed7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rz6En2GN-O8/S220/PAA+%7C+Old+building+%7C+214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
