<?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-5035659</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:55:57.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Griffdawg's Website</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi, My name is Dan Griffith, I am a sophomore at Wayne State College.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffdawg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffdawg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12364867377286745245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035659.post-91134601</id><published>2003-03-21T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T09:40:10.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  When I was ten years old,  I was quite the curious kid.  I liked to play with powertools, and especially lawn equipment.  So one Sunday afternoon after I mowed the lawn, I decided that the hedge bush in the back yard needed to be trimmed.  So I went inside the garage, and busted out the Hedgetrimmer.  Our hedge trimmer resembled a sickle mower, but on a smaller scale that could be used by hand.  So I walked outside and plugged it in.  I was actually suprised that my mother had no idea what I was up to.  Usually in this situation, I was being watched like a hawk.  But not this time.  So I walked out to the bushes, started hacking away.  I wasn't really concerned how the bushes looked afterwards, I just wanted something to do and it had to be with dangerous equipment.  After I hacked at the bushes awhile.  I didn't like how the tree limbs were hanging so low.  So what did I do?  I started to cut away at the lower branches of the big Maple tree in the back yard.  After doing this for a bit, I got my fingers in the path of the blade while I was waving it through the air hacking away at the long branches.  This did not feel good!  So I ran inside screaming bloody murder to my mother who about had a heart attack when she found out what I had been up to.  She was not at all to pleased about the situation, but I was bleeding bad enough, that she figured I had better get to the Hospital as soon as possible!  In the van ride up to the hospital I was being questioned why in the hell I was playing with the hedgetrimmer.  I got the third degree!  I had to have 9 stitches put in my left middle finger, and 2 stitches in my next finger.  The doctor said I had nearly hit a nerve, but missed it by a few centimeters.  I learned my lesson on that very sunny Sunday day in Waverly, NE.  If you play with fire, your gonna get burned!  The next day, the sun came up once again, life went on, and my stitches were eventually removed and the wounds healed, the hedgetrimmer got put away for good, and I decided that I would never even think about using a chainsaw! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035659-91134601?l=griffdawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035659/posts/default/91134601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035659/posts/default/91134601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffdawg.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91134601' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12364867377286745245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035659.post-91134552</id><published>2003-03-21T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T09:38:57.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  When I was ten years old,  I was quite the curious kid.  I liked to play with powertools, and especially lawn equipment.  So one Sunday afternoon after I mowed the lawn, I decided that the hedge bush in the back yard needed to be trimmed.  So I went inside the garage, and busted out the Hedgetrimmer.  Our hedge trimmer resembled a sickle mower, but on a smaller scale that could be used by hand.  So I walked outside and plugged it in.  I was actually suprised that my mother had no idea what I was up to.  Usually in this situation, I was being watched like a hawk.  But not this time.  So I walked out to the bushes, started hacking away.  I wasn't really concerned how the bushes looked afterwards, I just wanted something to do and it had to be with dangerous equipment.  After I hacked at the bushes awhile.  I didn't like how the tree limbs were hanging so low.  So what did I do?  I started to cut away at the lower branches of the big Maple tree in the back yard.  After doing this for a bit, I got my fingers in the path of the blade while I was waving it through the air hacking away at the long branches.  This did not feel good!  So I ran inside screaming bloody murder to my mother who about had a heart attack when she found out what I had been up to.  She was not at all to pleased about the situation, but I was bleeding bad enough, that she figured I had better get to the Hospital as soon as possible!  In the van ride up to the hospital I was being questioned why in the hell I was playing with the hedgetrimmer.  I got the third degree!  I had to have 9 stitches put in my left middle finger, and 2 stitches in my next finger.  The doctor said I had nearly hit a nerve, but missed it by a few centimeters.  I learned my lesson on that very sunny Sunday day in Waverly, NE.  If you play with fire, your gonna get burned!  The next day, the sun came up once again, life went on, and my stitches were eventually removed and the wounds healed, the hedgetrimmer got put away for good, and I decided that I would never even think about using a chainsaw! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035659-91134552?l=griffdawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035659/posts/default/91134552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035659/posts/default/91134552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffdawg.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91134552' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12364867377286745245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035659.post-90094907</id><published>2003-03-03T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T21:19:11.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I hope that this durn thing works this time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035659-90094907?l=griffdawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035659/posts/default/90094907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035659/posts/default/90094907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffdawg.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90094907' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12364867377286745245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035659.post-89249895</id><published>2003-02-17T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T09:54:05.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, Take a look at my Website, its really cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035659-89249895?l=griffdawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035659/posts/default/89249895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035659/posts/default/89249895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffdawg.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89249895' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12364867377286745245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
