<?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-11326344</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:52:08.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haphazard Banter from the Mind of a Lunatic...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-6149086545791103076</id><published>2009-07-20T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:26:47.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I really thought I would miss Pat Burrell.</title><content type='html'>It was last season during the World Series, and the parade, that I first thought we might not re-sign Pat Burrell. &lt;br&gt;At that point I guess I was all nostalgic, because I really wanted for the Phils to get Burrell back under contract. Seeing him in the lead of the parade, with his dog Elvis, and his sincere thankfulness to Philadelphia for hanging in there with him through thick and thin, etc. What a class act, a true great guy. &lt;p&gt;How do we replace all of that. &lt;p&gt;Well with a few games into the second half of this season, I think the answer is clear and simple. &lt;p&gt;R-A-U-L.... &lt;p&gt;So far amazing season. Keep it up, you are so much better in everyway then Burrell ever was. &lt;p&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-6149086545791103076?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6149086545791103076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=6149086545791103076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/6149086545791103076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/6149086545791103076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-thought-i-would-miss-pat.html' title='I really thought I would miss Pat Burrell.'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-6596584111878042996</id><published>2009-07-20T01:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:25:59.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Galway Girl. Brilliant...</title><content type='html'>I totally just cannot get enough of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like alot of people I was introduced to this song via the movie P.S. I Love You. Total chick flick, but thats not the point its got some great music in it. This is one of those songs. It just sticks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7-PM_4aeE4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7-PM_4aeE4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-6596584111878042996?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6596584111878042996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=6596584111878042996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/6596584111878042996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/6596584111878042996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/07/galway-girl-brilliant.html' title='Galway Girl. Brilliant...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-8117007740131829979</id><published>2009-07-19T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:45:54.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Yet Totally Sold on Twitter</title><content type='html'>So I started testing Twitter for business reasons and found I can publish my updates to Face book. Very cool, but not yet totally sold on this. I am having issues with the 140 Character limitation of twitter. Does anyone know of any other web apps there just like it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking to be able to use the full limits of the txt in facebook status updates. I am not even sure if it has one. Well I know it does I just have not yet hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-8117007740131829979?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8117007740131829979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=8117007740131829979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/8117007740131829979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/8117007740131829979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-yet-totally-sold-on-twitter.html' title='Not Yet Totally Sold on Twitter'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-1775569932985424134</id><published>2009-05-22T20:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:21:40.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 New Tunes with B6, Can you believe it...</title><content type='html'>The 2nd one is hilarious since I am not supposed to play anything during this song, I just love the song and could not resist paying it homage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/WRB6.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Rover with B6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/BMSB6.mp3"&gt;Broad Majestic Shannon with B6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-1775569932985424134?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1775569932985424134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=1775569932985424134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/1775569932985424134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/1775569932985424134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-new-tunes-with-b6-can-you-believe-it.html' title='2 New Tunes with B6, Can you believe it...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-5682166531204627872</id><published>2009-05-03T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:59:09.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving of Liverpool with B6...</title><content type='html'>Here's Another Instant Hit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/LOLB6.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving of Liverpool with B6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry there a ton more to come... HE HE HE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-5682166531204627872?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5682166531204627872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=5682166531204627872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/5682166531204627872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/5682166531204627872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/05/leaving-of-liverpool-with-b6.html' title='Leaving of Liverpool with B6...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-852634389190065627</id><published>2009-04-30T00:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:56:37.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foggy Dew... B6 Style...</title><content type='html'>To all of my blog's avid readers, or listeners, I hope you enjoy. BTW, I have a bunch more coming since I recorded some new tunes just never had a chance to post them so be on the look out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/FoggyDewB6.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foggy Dew with B6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-852634389190065627?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/852634389190065627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=852634389190065627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/852634389190065627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/852634389190065627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/04/foggy-dew-b6-style.html' title='The Foggy Dew... B6 Style...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-5797502986253212077</id><published>2009-01-28T03:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:55:39.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birmingham Six Tunes...</title><content type='html'>So, recently someone asked me about why I keep learning tunes that Birmingham Six doesn't normally play. Good Point. Since I am working towards playing with the band, I guess I should focus on tunes they play. A Special Thanks to Harry for teaching me the following. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/LullabyOfLondon.mp3"&gt;Lullaby of London&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/NancyWhiskey.mp3"&gt;Nancy Whiskey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/Flag.mp3"&gt;What's Left of the Flag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/Molly.mp3"&gt;Son's of Molly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-5797502986253212077?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5797502986253212077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=5797502986253212077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/5797502986253212077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/5797502986253212077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/01/birmingham-six-tunes.html' title='Birmingham Six Tunes...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-4148351905440892044</id><published>2009-01-26T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:48:16.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving of Liverpool</title><content type='html'>Here's another I can't get out of my head. So, instead, I ust record them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/LeavingOfLiverpool.mp3"&gt;LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-4148351905440892044?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4148351905440892044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=4148351905440892044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4148351905440892044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4148351905440892044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/01/leaving-of-liverpool.html' title='Leaving of Liverpool'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-4731310012987279031</id><published>2009-01-25T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:10:24.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed as My Truck was vandalized this Friday...</title><content type='html'>Time for another Rant. Friday Night my truck had 2 tires slashed along with 5 other peoples car at the club. I specifically do not go to bars and clubs anymore because of stuff like this. I only ever frequent a local social club thinking this kind of stuff doesn't happen here. Well it did, and somebody knows something about it. It makes me really mad and I want curse and vent about it but i cannot right now. Once we find the persons responsible I will post some info on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a message for the Jerk Off's that did it. If you are who I think you are. I will do whatever it takes to prove your guilt and once I do I promise you will be paying for all of the tires you destroyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-4731310012987279031?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4731310012987279031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=4731310012987279031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4731310012987279031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4731310012987279031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/01/pissed-as-my-truck-was-vandalized-this.html' title='Pissed as My Truck was vandalized this Friday...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-1267127465384114077</id><published>2009-01-25T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:19:42.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Dance Floor - Flogging Molly</title><content type='html'>A great tune from Flogging Molly. A friend, Bob Hurst of the Bogside Rogues took a few minutes to teach me it this past weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is tune during the Chorus, and not the whistle intro. I will be trying to learn the whistle intro next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/Devilsdancefloor.mp3"&gt;Devil's Dance Floor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bob....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-1267127465384114077?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1267127465384114077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=1267127465384114077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/1267127465384114077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/1267127465384114077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/01/devils-dance-floor-flogging-molly.html' title='Devil&apos;s Dance Floor - Flogging Molly'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-9040959037898212141</id><published>2009-01-25T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:15:19.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Children Benefit *Be There to Help Support a Good Cause*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SX0OnJwrdGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nDko398KYVw/s1600-h/Project+Children+Benefit+09%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SX0OnJwrdGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nDko398KYVw/s400/Project+Children+Benefit+09%27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295404802655351906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-9040959037898212141?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/9040959037898212141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=9040959037898212141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/9040959037898212141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/9040959037898212141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2009/01/project-children-benefit-be-there-to.html' title='Project Children Benefit *Be There to Help Support a Good Cause*'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SX0OnJwrdGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nDko398KYVw/s72-c/Project+Children+Benefit+09%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-2872699363905465054</id><published>2008-10-03T01:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:14:59.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Bristol A.O.H. Irish Music Festival 10/11/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SOxBYUuPXyI/AAAAAAAAADA/bK3xMXe7YIg/s1600-h/Festival+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SOxBYUuPXyI/AAAAAAAAADA/bK3xMXe7YIg/s400/Festival+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254646751369846562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will finally be releasing the Hibernian Sessions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SOxBloaEG6I/AAAAAAAAADI/udunP7N63rA/s1600-h/HibernianSessions_CD_Release.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SOxBloaEG6I/AAAAAAAAADI/udunP7N63rA/s400/HibernianSessions_CD_Release.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254646979992230818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-2872699363905465054?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2872699363905465054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=2872699363905465054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/2872699363905465054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/2872699363905465054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/10/2008-bristol-aoh-irish-music-festival.html' title='2008 Bristol A.O.H. Irish Music Festival 10/11/2008'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SOxBYUuPXyI/AAAAAAAAADA/bK3xMXe7YIg/s72-c/Festival+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-5989999307129023228</id><published>2008-07-31T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:33:53.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Irish Hunger Festival</title><content type='html'>Totally a worth while cause. All the proceeds go to support the Hibernian Hunger Project which helps to feeds those less fortunate than us here in America, and abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SJHSfpJKDfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/87zOffOYxA0/s1600-h/Irish+Hunger+Festival+2008+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SJHSfpJKDfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/87zOffOYxA0/s400/Irish+Hunger+Festival+2008+Web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229192083415895538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-5989999307129023228?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5989999307129023228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=5989999307129023228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/5989999307129023228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/5989999307129023228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-irish-hunger-festival.html' title='2008 Irish Hunger Festival'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SJHSfpJKDfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/87zOffOYxA0/s72-c/Irish+Hunger+Festival+2008+Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-4780509380375043286</id><published>2008-06-22T16:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:26:10.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foggy Dew &amp; Minstrel Boy...</title><content type='html'>What great tunes. I did my best to do them justice. The version of the Foggy Dew most people probably are used to,  is the one by the Chieftains w/ Sinead O'Connor singing. absolutely stunning version of the song.  I believe this is the version The Dropkick Murphys use before they come out at all of there shows. As for the Minstrel Boy, Watch BlackHawk Down There is a version at the end of the movie by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros that gives me the chills every time i hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/FoggyDew.mp3"&gt;The Foggy Dew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/MinstrelBoy.mp3"&gt;The Minstrel Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-4780509380375043286?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4780509380375043286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=4780509380375043286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4780509380375043286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4780509380375043286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/06/foggy-dew.html' title='The Foggy Dew &amp; Minstrel Boy...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-5139125230793856076</id><published>2008-06-19T01:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:04:37.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Help Falling in Love...</title><content type='html'>Elvis made a great song. However, IMO, Lick the Tins made it better. If anyone remembers the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some kind of wonderful&lt;/span&gt;, then you will remember the Lick the Tins version of this song. Here is Amazon's take on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="content"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most '80s soundtracks offer collections of radio-friendly hits from haircut bands, the Some Kind of Wonderful soundtrack features quirky non-hits from bands like the Jesus &amp;amp; Mary Chain, Flesh for Lulu, and the Apartments. This delightfully non-mainstream soundtrack features Stephen Duffy's "Lonesome," the March Violets' unforgettable cover of the Rolling Stones' "Miss Amanda Jones," and Pete Shelley's "Do Anything." The highlight of the CD is unquestionably Lick the Tins' gravel-voiced, tin-whistle-driven cover of "Can't Help Falling in Love." Just listening to this CD can throw you into a John Hughes nostalgia tailspin that you may not want to come out of. --L.A. Smith&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here is my version of the Lick the Tins Whistle Intro for Can't Help Falling in Love With You. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/CantHelpFallinginLoveTins.mp3"&gt;Can't Help Falling In Love with You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-5139125230793856076?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5139125230793856076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=5139125230793856076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/5139125230793856076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/5139125230793856076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-help-falling-in-love.html' title='Cant Help Falling in Love...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-4608900996223504415</id><published>2008-06-18T13:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:05:33.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back Baby......</title><content type='html'>So it really did take me a while to start blogging again. But I will tell you what, I finally remember what this is all about. Just getting my thoughts and words in print for anyone to see &amp; comment on. It's been a depressing and painful time for me, but I am suddenly out of it. I remembered how great it was to use Blogger as an outlet to get the things off of my chest i need to get out there. So for all of my great readers who have been waiting for the wordsmith to return. Again, I AM BACK. WOOHOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-4608900996223504415?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4608900996223504415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=4608900996223504415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4608900996223504415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4608900996223504415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-baby.html' title='I&apos;m Back Baby......'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-4453321286903249592</id><published>2008-06-18T12:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:33:54.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hibernian Sessions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So not real sure if I have mentioned a huge project I am currently working on that will be released real soon, but if I haven't here is what it is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hibernian Sessions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hibernian Sessions was an idea that was born late one night downstairs in the club of the Bristol AOH, Div # 1, the Hibos.  It is a collection of recordings of local Irish Music Acts, which has been a weekly tradition at the club for a long time.  The idea was to record the musicians who come to the hall to entertain us, and share with us their songs and stories.  Through this CD, we are able to pass these onto you, with the hope that you will in turn pass them on to others.  The #1 goal of this CD is to promote our Irish heritage and culture through songs and stories as so many of our ancestors have done before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that this CD is just the first chapter of a story we as Hibernians will continue to write. This story continues each and every Friday night for anyone wishing to celebrate their roots at the oldest Hibernian Clubhouse in the United States, Bristol AOH Div 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All proceeds collected from the sale of this CD will go to support the Hibernian Hunger Project, Project Children, Project St. Patrick, &amp;amp; the A.O.H. Division #1, in Bristol, PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coming Mid July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://WWW.HIBERNIANSESSIONS.ORG"&gt;HIBERNIANSESSIONS.ORG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hiberniansessions.org"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFnTew-2J7I/AAAAAAAAACw/A7R_n_cqk9k/s400/shapeimage_4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213430569156093874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-4453321286903249592?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4453321286903249592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=4453321286903249592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4453321286903249592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4453321286903249592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/06/hibernian-sessions.html' title='The Hibernian Sessions...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFnTew-2J7I/AAAAAAAAACw/A7R_n_cqk9k/s72-c/shapeimage_4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-6877250295653534351</id><published>2008-06-18T11:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:01:54.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tune...</title><content type='html'>Here's another tune, I learned. It really took me some time to be able to play this, just because of the sentimental factor. This song has been played at most of my families funeral's and for me its the one that always makes me break down and cry like a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/DannyBoy.mp3"&gt;Derry Air (Danny Boy)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-6877250295653534351?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6877250295653534351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=6877250295653534351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/6877250295653534351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/6877250295653534351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/06/danny-boy.html' title='New Tune...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-270917926107990575</id><published>2008-06-17T14:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:55:50.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistle Tunes...</title><content type='html'>I have decided to record some tunes and post them on here for folks to listen to and comment on. Sean South is the first of these tunes. Keep Tuned more Coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/SeanSouth.mp3"&gt;SEAN SOUTH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiberniansessions.com/files/DOTD.mp3"&gt;Dawning of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-270917926107990575?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/270917926107990575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=270917926107990575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/270917926107990575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/270917926107990575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/06/sean-south-on-whistle.html' title='Whistle Tunes...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-2451628715097695708</id><published>2008-06-16T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:33:54.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of "Irish Billy Briggs"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFl57gROP3I/AAAAAAAAACk/DF-COKAPhI8/s1600-h/BillyBriggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFl57gROP3I/AAAAAAAAACk/DF-COKAPhI8/s400/BillyBriggs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213332106839474034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received word about the passing of Billy Briggs. Billy was a great a man who moved many people. For me personally, it was he who inspired me to take up playing Irish Traditional Music, anyway I could, AKA "The Whistle". He will be greatly missed in the Irish American Community around the Delaware Valley as well as abroad. God Bless you Billy Briggs, God Bless your family, and I hope and believe you are at peace. Thank you for showing me what it means to be a Hibernian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting Glass&lt;br /&gt;Oh all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company&lt;br /&gt;And all the harm that e'er I've done, alas, it was to none but me&lt;br /&gt;And all I've done for want of wit to memory now I can't recall&lt;br /&gt;So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh all the comrades that e'er I've had, they are sorry for my going away&lt;br /&gt;And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had, they would wish me one more&lt;br /&gt;day to stay&lt;br /&gt;But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should not&lt;br /&gt;I'll gently rise and I'll softly call good night and joy be with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had money enough to spend and leisure time to sit awhile&lt;br /&gt;There is a fair maid in this town, that sorely has my heart beguiled&lt;br /&gt;Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips I own, she has my heart enthralled&lt;br /&gt;So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest dear, the time draws near when here no longer can I stay&lt;br /&gt;There's not a comrade I leave behind, but is grieving for my going away&lt;br /&gt;But since it has so ordered been what is once past can't be recalled&lt;br /&gt;Now fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had money for to spend, If I had time to waste away&lt;br /&gt;There is a fair maid in this town, I feign would while her heart away&lt;br /&gt;With her rosy cheeks and dimpled chin, my heart she has beguiled awa'&lt;br /&gt;So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you a'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had money for to spend, I would spend it in her company&lt;br /&gt;And all the harm that I have done, I hope it's pardoned I will be&lt;br /&gt;And all I've done for want of it to memory I can't recall&lt;br /&gt;So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man may drink and not be drunk, a man may fight and not be slain&lt;br /&gt;A man may court a pretty girl and perhaps be welcomed back again&lt;br /&gt;But since it has so ordered been by a time to rise and a time to fall&lt;br /&gt;Come fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFl5seyimFI/AAAAAAAAACc/N5Gh6uF0LLY/s1600-h/briggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFl5seyimFI/AAAAAAAAACc/N5Gh6uF0LLY/s320/briggs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213331848744310866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-2451628715097695708?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2451628715097695708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=2451628715097695708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/2451628715097695708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/2451628715097695708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-of-irish-billy-briggs.html' title='Death of &quot;Irish Billy Briggs&quot;...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFl57gROP3I/AAAAAAAAACk/DF-COKAPhI8/s72-c/BillyBriggs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-4803646744492433724</id><published>2008-06-05T14:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:33:55.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing James S. Fowler IV...</title><content type='html'>Today marks a a huge event in my life. My wife gave birth to our second child and first son. &lt;p&gt;James S. Fowler IV&lt;br&gt;Born: 6/5/2008 @10:09am&lt;br&gt;Weight: 6 lbs 1 oz&lt;br&gt;Height: 19.5 inches&lt;p&gt;Mom and baby are just fine. &lt;p&gt;Stay tuned for Pics.....&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFkySecFmxI/AAAAAAAAABk/ESM6yIvxr3g/s1600-h/IMG_1844_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFkySecFmxI/AAAAAAAAABk/ESM6yIvxr3g/s400/IMG_1844_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213253336647965458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFkyhMKestI/AAAAAAAAABs/A3E0g69BbEY/s1600-h/IMG_1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFkyhMKestI/AAAAAAAAABs/A3E0g69BbEY/s400/IMG_1850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213253589440312018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget the pic of James &amp; the Giant Whistle. AKA his first whistle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFky4LZBbGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zTmBT1wUV74/s1600-h/IMG_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFky4LZBbGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zTmBT1wUV74/s400/IMG_1827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213253984369863778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, the one of my complete family minus me. I am the luckiest man alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFkx-H-yqHI/AAAAAAAAABc/qMCnGBOm3pY/s1600-h/IMG_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFkx-H-yqHI/AAAAAAAAABc/qMCnGBOm3pY/s400/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213252987022125170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-4803646744492433724?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4803646744492433724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=4803646744492433724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4803646744492433724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4803646744492433724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-son-is-born.html' title='Introducing James S. Fowler IV...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/SFkySecFmxI/AAAAAAAAABk/ESM6yIvxr3g/s72-c/IMG_1844_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-6760149811312404921</id><published>2008-06-01T17:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:26:31.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birmingham Six CD Release Party .... August 22nd</title><content type='html'>A Great Band and a good friend of mine Paul Wiese of Birmingham Six, came to me and asked me to throw together a Poster for his band's upcoming CD Release Party. Of Course, I was honored and went right to work. The following is what I came up with. I think It's pretty decent. Let me know what you think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a467.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/61/l_780e1c3a5b5648d642e62f84ef4d1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://a467.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/61/l_780e1c3a5b5648d642e62f84ef4d1742.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-6760149811312404921?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6760149811312404921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=6760149811312404921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/6760149811312404921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/6760149811312404921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2008/06/birmingham-six-cd-release-party-august.html' title='Birmingham Six CD Release Party .... August 22nd'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-8665926106589143714</id><published>2007-12-23T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:21:44.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail Apple...</title><content type='html'>Well I said to some of you i was going to do it, &amp;amp; I did. I went to the Dark Side, I bought a mac. But not just any MAC, a Brand new MAC Book Pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAC Book Pro Specs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Processor: Intel Core 2 Duo 2.4 GHz&lt;br /&gt;Number Of Processors:    1&lt;br /&gt;Total Number Of Cores:    2&lt;br /&gt;Memory:   4 GB&lt;br /&gt;Disk: 160GB Sata Hard Drive&lt;br /&gt;CD/DVD - RW&lt;br /&gt;Blah, Blah, Blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have to tell you, first off fit &amp;amp; finish is amazing. This laptop is sleek and pretty and chocked full of fun features.&lt;br /&gt;- ISIGHT Camera. (Great)&lt;br /&gt;- Non Glossy display (A Must For Me)&lt;br /&gt;- Lighted keyboard (Automatically Comes On When in the Dark)&lt;br /&gt;- Remote Control (Used for Controlling Front Row, Another Great MAC Feature)&lt;br /&gt;- IWeb&lt;br /&gt;- Garage Band&lt;br /&gt;- IChat&lt;br /&gt;- IMovie&lt;br /&gt;- IPhoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great stuff, but here's the Snag. I was a Windows Power User / Geek / NT Top Dog Guru. I know Windows 95,98,NT,2000, &amp;amp; XP inside and out.  The Apple OS, MAC OSX &amp;amp; apple SW seem to do a lot of things a way I do not like. I am learning to deal with it and configure the software the way I want it configured. Like ITUNES, "No I will Manage My Own Music Library Thank You." Other than that this machine is a Monster, I love it &amp;amp; I am learning more and more each day, I am an Apple Geek. UNIX is Rock solid and MAC OSX makes it user friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-8665926106589143714?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8665926106589143714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=8665926106589143714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/8665926106589143714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/8665926106589143714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-hail-apple.html' title='All Hail Apple...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-3898241003862437007</id><published>2007-12-11T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:47:52.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian &amp; Mindy, Back Again ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a869.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/113/l_c7069385bd6dc27ba43cc122f42771ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://a869.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/113/l_c7069385bd6dc27ba43cc122f42771ac.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-3898241003862437007?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3898241003862437007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=3898241003862437007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/3898241003862437007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/3898241003862437007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2007/12/brian-mindy-back-again.html' title='Brian &amp; Mindy, Back Again ....'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-3380786703458197355</id><published>2007-11-29T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:41:40.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News My Wife is Pregnant...</title><content type='html'>There's another Little Fowler on the Way. I'm so stoked. let's just hope this one has a penis or I am screwed. I will be totally outnumbered 3 to 1 if not. Oh well better go start another wedding fund right away. HE HE HE.... If you know my wife call her and tell her how happy you are for us, she has been real sick with this vomits every morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-3380786703458197355?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3380786703458197355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=3380786703458197355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/3380786703458197355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/3380786703458197355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-news-my-wife-is-pregnant.html' title='Great News My Wife is Pregnant...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-7613978755706795498</id><published>2007-10-10T22:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:52:31.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hit the Bottle Boys @ the Hibo's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a466.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/60/l_1b62cc48b68b58c4dfe491c5408e7e61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://a466.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/60/l_1b62cc48b68b58c4dfe491c5408e7e61.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-7613978755706795498?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/7613978755706795498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=7613978755706795498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/7613978755706795498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/7613978755706795498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2007/10/hit-bottle-boys-hibos.html' title='The Hit the Bottle Boys @ the Hibo&apos;s...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-2721684564226482578</id><published>2007-10-08T21:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:21:10.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian &amp; Mindy @ the Hibos...</title><content type='html'>First let me say WOW, what a great night. I really am not sure we have had that much fun there since probably Bob Hurst &amp;amp; The Bogside Rogues played. However for me It was a bit more fun since a lot of my friends who usually never come to the club showed up and we had a blast. Early in the evening I was a bit worried, as Brian &amp;amp; Mindy arrived there where only 20 or so folks down there waiting for them to play. After they got into the first set, the flood gates opened and the bar filled up a bit. I got real good and Brian &amp;amp; Mindy completely lit it up. I was hoping everyone would really like them and I was right they did. I got like 10 people asking me where they are from and how can we get them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO FEAR HIBOS Patron's... I have already spoken to them about a regular gig and I think they are interested. The Best part of the night was actually after they finished playing, Brian &amp;amp; Mindy hung out and got a bit tipsy with the rest of us. Weird thing I actually drove Ron home on a Friday Night. WOW, how different is that. Obviously I can drink Red bull &amp;amp; Vodka, however I wouldn&amp;#39;t recommend it as I was totally feeling it the next morning. OH MY GOD My Head Still Hurts. I will see if we have any Pics of the Occasion and Post them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the End Great Night of Acoustic Rock at the Hibos! Who says it always has to be Irish Music, Oh that&amp;#39;s right, it was me. I&amp;#39;m actually coming around again, maybe I will try to book Me First &amp;amp; the Gimme Gimme&amp;#39;s next.... WHO KNOWS. HA HA HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-2721684564226482578?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2721684564226482578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=2721684564226482578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/2721684564226482578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/2721684564226482578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2007/10/brian-mindy-hibos.html' title='Brian &amp; Mindy @ the Hibos...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-4813071070523385591</id><published>2007-10-03T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:33:55.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Bristol AOH Irish Festival...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RwP5MEQcd9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_zTBLM5I9Lc/s1600-h/2007+Bristol+AOH+Irish+Festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RwP5MEQcd9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_zTBLM5I9Lc/s400/2007+Bristol+AOH+Irish+Festival.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117207587319478226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-4813071070523385591?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4813071070523385591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=4813071070523385591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4813071070523385591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/4813071070523385591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2007/10/2007-bristol-aoh-irish-festival.html' title='2007 Bristol AOH Irish Festival...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RwP5MEQcd9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_zTBLM5I9Lc/s72-c/2007+Bristol+AOH+Irish+Festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-6071261247280356886</id><published>2007-10-02T17:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:44:10.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Bout them Fightin' Phillies...</title><content type='html'>The last time the Phillies where in the playoffs, I was a freshmen in High School. Wow, its been 14 Years already. So many things have happened, in Philadelphia. The one thing  that sticks out in my mind is how much this town has turned into an Eagles only town. Which really bothers me. It seems as though many folks are front runners and only are a  fan of a team when they are on top. Honestly, a huge pet peeve of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to focus on the negatives, Its October in Philly and the Fightin's are in the playoffs. I am so excited since its been so long of a wait for meaningful October baseball in this town. With that said, I am not going o focus on Pet Peeves, or how our starting rotation managed to get here, or how Uncle Charlie still doesn't fully understand the double switch. I am going to Focus on Baseball in October in Philadelphia. I also truly believe with the NL being as weak as it is, I am calling for a Phillies appearance in the World Series. How Sweet would that be, this whole city would over night, transform from screaming E_A_G_L_E_S EAGLES, to what P_H_I_L_L_I_E_S  PHILLIES. God I hope not. But It will be nice to watch a game on TV and not hear Eagles Chants in the Ball Park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get'em Guys. I wish you the Best, &amp; in closing I think you may have destiny on your side upstairs with the Big Guy, its Spelled VUK. I know he would be so proud of the way this team has come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go Phillies, Let's Go...&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go Phillies, Let's Go...&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go Phillies, Let's Go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-6071261247280356886?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6071261247280356886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=6071261247280356886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/6071261247280356886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/6071261247280356886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-bout-them-fightin-phillies.html' title='How Bout them Fightin&apos; Phillies...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-5819414994611860941</id><published>2007-09-21T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:33:56.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok So I guess I should update this thing once in a while....</title><content type='html'>Sorry Folks... Been Busy with Life. Work is hectic as hell, and raising our little Monster is a whole other job by itself. Which I guess brings to the point I was going to make here. Once again I have to give my wife mad props, she has taken the brunt of the workload with Meghan and I have to thank her for it. In addition I am working on helping out more and more as work allows, I hope Angela finds this helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I also figured I would grab some newer pics of the Monster so I can continue to show how cute she is. Here a few to catch you up since the Last Pic I posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this one "Nanook of the North"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RvNSN0Qcd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pnJddZZUYyc/s1600-h/DSCN2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RvNSN0Qcd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pnJddZZUYyc/s400/DSCN2135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112520399315040082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this one, where Meghan is Posing like a Celeb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RvNSOEQcd2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9TTkdUoN-yg/s1600-h/DSCN2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RvNSOEQcd2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9TTkdUoN-yg/s400/DSCN2172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112520403610007394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look She's a little Leprechaun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RvNSOUQcd3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/bjxtRdSGGgE/s1600-h/DSCN2203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RvNSOUQcd3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/bjxtRdSGGgE/s400/DSCN2203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112520407904974706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Of Course Meghan All Decked out in her Phillies Gear, Go Fightin's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RvNSOUQcd4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0tZSIvbEU9c/s1600-h/DSCN2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RvNSOUQcd4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0tZSIvbEU9c/s400/DSCN2256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112520407904974722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should tide you over for a while, I still need to download all of the latest pics off my camera, but I will do so soon. Cya Then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-5819414994611860941?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5819414994611860941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=5819414994611860941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/5819414994611860941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/5819414994611860941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok-so-i-guess-i-should-update-this.html' title='Ok So I guess I should update this thing once in a while....'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_ydOtqd9Es/RvNSN0Qcd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pnJddZZUYyc/s72-c/DSCN2135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-116155058188334836</id><published>2006-10-22T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:56:21.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures worth a Thousand Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/Meghan%20Ladder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/Meghan%20Ladder.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was trying to not turn my Blog into a Showcase for my Daughter, But its real hard when your kid is this damn cute. Here is Meghan in her Fall Picture from Babies R' Us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-116155058188334836?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/116155058188334836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=116155058188334836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/116155058188334836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/116155058188334836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/10/pictures-worth-thousand-words.html' title='Pictures worth a Thousand Words...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-115630657182955346</id><published>2006-08-22T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:16:12.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Launched Wingjuice.com</title><content type='html'>There's actually a crazy story behind this post, since you all know me I am going to tell it to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you already know my Dad passed away in February and I have been having a real hard time with dealing with life since then. There have been a few issues that have really bothered me. One of which was my Dad's Famous Wingjuice Recipe. If you haven't had any shame on you. He developed a recipe for a Buffalo Wing Sauce sometime in the Early 80's when he was the Owner/Operator of a takeout Barbecue shop in the torresdale section of Philly. He called it "Slice &amp; Bite" and even had t-shirts that said "Slice &amp; Bite - You can't beat our meat." HA HA HA what funny guy. In any case he was very famous for selling Buffalo Wings, which not every pizza shop sold at that time. He was also very well known for his buffalo sauce, so much so apparently the owner's of many restaurants had offered to buy his recipe on many occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got older and worked with him I started to enjoy his buffalo sauce &amp; always wanted to know how to make it. He always was very secretive about his recipe since IMO I thought it was probably straight out of a bottle. Well I found out later it wasn't when he began teaching me how to make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforwarding a few more years I was now in college and one night after eating some less then desirable wing's, it came to me. WINGJUICE... I called my dad and pitched the name to him and he liked it. I immediately registered the web address Wingjuice.com and thought this was going to make me my first million dollars. I had my dad teach me how to make it, and when he retired we could setup an operation to make and bottle this glorious juice. Wingjuice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times were busy shit happened and we never really got around to it. Yet. The one thing I was still really lacking was a real set of instructions on how to make it. I mean I knew the ingredients, but he was very weird as I said about writing things down. He always told me not to worry he had the recipe written down and it was in my parents safety deposit box. If anything happened to him I was to go get it and when I had the time unleash wingjuice onto the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February of this year came and wen't, Dad passed, and sure enough no recipe to be found anywhere. I gotta tell you I was heart broken, I wasn't upset with my dad I was upset with me for not making him write it down. He never wrote anything down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about a month or so ago after I had given up on the Wingjuice Idea when it hit me like a ton of bricks. My dad had come up to my house and walked me through the process for making Wingjuice at Christmas, 2 Cups of B#^^#, 2 Cups of F@!N*()#($*&amp;, A packet of I&amp;*@()#*$&amp;* #*$&amp;%*(#$&amp;@!, a teaspoon of P^&amp;*((* , Mix and Heat, Blah Blah Blah. It all hit me so hard and so fast while I was driving that day I almost drive right off the road. I had it, I had the recipe this whole time, it was in my freakin' head. I rushed home ripped the kitchen apart and about an hour or so later, I had Wingjuice. Ang &amp; I tested, re-tested, and tested some more. I then even had my Mom test it to make sure I had it. Well I got it, So ASAP I am going to write it all down and put it in my will, to one of you lucky cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was messing around on the Web before I wrote this I decided to at least publish a link on Wingjuice.com and now I am going to look to produce &amp; market this stuff. If it takes off like I know it can I may be able to say to Meghan when she's older Grandpop put you through college. That would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wingjuice.com"&gt;Wingjuice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-115630657182955346?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/115630657182955346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=115630657182955346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/115630657182955346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/115630657182955346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-launched-wingjuicecom.html' title='Finally Launched Wingjuice.com'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-115344676317006504</id><published>2006-07-20T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:52:43.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How'd you spend your Birthday...</title><content type='html'>Well I know how I spent mine, away from work. HA. For the last 5 or 6 years I have taken a vacation day on my birthday. I think everyone should. This year I decided to go fishing. I asked for a new Rod &amp; Reel for my birthday and since the wife is illiterate when it comes to that stuff I headed up to Cabela's on the 18th to get me my birthday present. I decided on a Shimano Calcutta 400B Baitcasting Reel &amp; the usual Shakespeare Ugly stick for a rod. I chose the Ugly Stick as I have had many since I started fishing when I was like 6 and they always worked for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So July 19th came... This year I started my day earlier than I have in the past around 5:15am since Terry and I were planning on catching an 8am boat out of Barnegat Light, NJ. He swung by around 5:30ish and we loaded up his Yellow Submarine and headed for the boat. BTW his yellow submarine is actually a late model Yellow Nissan Xterra, I just call it the yellow submarine. We actually got down to the boat around 7:30am and got our spots. I told terry at this point that this may very well an uneventful trip. He obviously asked why. I explained it was the Fowler Fishing Rod Curse. Every time I get a new stick, first trip out I catch nothing, nothing at all. Usually I won't even reel in a skate or sea-robin, let alone a fluke. He kinda chuckled and thought of it like I did. A day out on the water fishing is a day well spent even if you don't catch anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_1288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_1288.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip out was nice, terry paid for my fare since it was my birthday &amp; I thought wow what a great guy, He drives me down, Carries the cooler, and pays my way onto the Boat. First line in the water was around 8:45am. Terry was learning to use one of my older baitcasting reels, and hitting on the female mate, who BTW had enormous boobs, while I was getting used to my rod &amp; reel. This rod has a really light tip and I thought wow you can feel everything. We drifted for about 10-15 minutes when I felt the nibble. I slowly raised the rod and knew I had fluke feeding on my bait. I waited  him out and hooked him. As I was reeling the Fluke in I thought wow, fluke don't usually fight like this one. Maybe I got a Sea Bass on the line. I fought &amp; fought and brought him up to the surface. My Curse was broken, maybe it was the Birthday Thing out weighing the Rod Curse. I don't know but as the mate netted what looked to me like a 19' Fluke, I was very happy the curse was broken. We threw him in the cooler and proceeded to continue to fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_1289.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was kinda slow, Terry who by this time I deemed Skater Boy, because of his uncanny ability to catch Skate was really striking it up Boobs Mcgee. I mean Beth. The female mate's name was Beth. I really thought he would have at least gotten her number since she spent most of trip standing right next to him flirting her ass off. But I guess not. We wound up only catching the one keeper but had a great time doing it. Since the whole boat was slow, terry and I were watching each and every fish that came up since we had a 19 incher we had a chance at winning the Boat Pool. Plus there was some guy who roped us in to a side pool for 5 bucks each, which terry paid for as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the final horns sounded we packed it in and headed for home. During this time the mate came around asking for Pool fish, they came right to me. I thought it was odd since it was only a 19' Fluke I had caught. Well when I unpacked him from the cooler I realized I had made a major mistake. This wasn't no 19' Fluke it was actually a 23 and a 1/4 inch Fluke weighing around 4.5 lbs. Talk about turning a frown upside down. I was happy as pig in shit. This was awesome, I caught probably the biggest fluke of my life on my new stick &amp; I was probably gonna win the pool to boot. Well we won. We won the Boat Pool and the Side Pool, man what a nice feeling. It was at this point that reality was setting in and I thought about all those times I was on the water with my dad. I felt better after I realized how proud of me he would have been, &amp; how I didn't need to call him to tell him since he knew already. It was then when I realized how the 23 &amp; 1/4 inch Fluke was caught &amp; my curse of the Rod &amp; Reel where broken. I had a fisherman pulling for me up with the Bug Guy. Thanks Dad I owe ya one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_1290.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-115344676317006504?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/115344676317006504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=115344676317006504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/115344676317006504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/115344676317006504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/07/howd-you-spend-your-birthday.html' title='How&apos;d you spend your Birthday...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-115255245492658235</id><published>2006-07-10T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T13:27:34.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup... I actually watched &amp; Liked it...</title><content type='html'>Now most of you already know Im a Major Sports Fan. I'm a 4 for 4 guy. Ya know, Eagles, Flyers, Phillies &amp; Sixers. This year I guess since the phillies pretty much stink, and the World Cup was on I decided to try it out and watch a few matches. all I can say is GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! It was a really good time. I watched about 75% of the matches and really enjoyed myself. Im thinking I may start watching some of the Club Leagues this year since I had such a good time. I know soccer isn't as big over here in the U.S. as it is in Europe but watching those matches with a few guys who are really into it can be infectous. I also know most of my friends wouldn't give soccer a chance if it was the last sport on TV, Guys give a try you just may like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-115255245492658235?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/115255245492658235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=115255245492658235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/115255245492658235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/115255245492658235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-i-actually-watched-liked-it.html' title='World Cup... I actually watched &amp; Liked it...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-114719806356257081</id><published>2006-05-15T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:19:42.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pine Barrens Rocked &amp; No we didn't get eaten by the Jersey Devil</title><content type='html'>John, Ron, &amp; I decided to take a leisurely Sunday Drive, a few weeks ago. TRUCK STYLE.... Boy did we have some fun. All &amp; All a good afternoon of Wheelin' in the Woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some Pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st its me Ripping through a mud pit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0858.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its me stuck trying to fit the truck down a jeep trail... Which Both John &amp; I did finally get over, I had to goose it a little but I made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0859.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's a couple of us just hanging out on the side of major obstacle. Neither of us I think would have made it over this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0864.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0865.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how many acres of space is still untouched in the pine barrens. Some places we saw where heavily built upon while other areas where not touched at all, I mean completely desolate, pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip brought back a lot of memories for me of our last excursion to the Pine barrens. I believe it was November of 1998, when Kristian, Mike, Terry, &amp; Angelo decided to do a weekend Camping trip there. I used Photos &amp; Footage of Video we took for School Project that Year in Multimedia &amp; Webdesign classes. Ahh I remember, it was "The Last broadcast" which got me into the whole Jersey Devil/Pine Barrens thing. What fun we had, some highlights included: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assigning Redneck/Piney names to each of us, I think I was Buford. HA HA HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Fined for bringing Alcohol into a NJ State Forest. Thank Moyer with an I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about kids shoes hanging from a powerline, with no sign of people 5 miles in every direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there was Sipes, who the rest of us tortured all weekend since the Tent he provided from a friend of his was missing parts. Sorry bout that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had gone out with John, Ron &amp; I had returned to the pines and found some more fun obstacles &amp; trails, some there was no way we were trying without another truck handy, some we actually tackled. Once again I can't complain we had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-114719806356257081?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/114719806356257081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=114719806356257081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/114719806356257081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/114719806356257081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/05/pine-barrens-rocked-no-we-didnt-get.html' title='The Pine Barrens Rocked &amp; No we didn&apos;t get eaten by the Jersey Devil'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-114685219656259532</id><published>2006-04-30T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:03:16.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have Become another Terrible Blogger Again...</title><content type='html'>Sorry Folks... I must apologize for Lack of Blogging... Well Alot has been going on in my life &amp; has been hard for me to put it all in words. I know Most of you are laughing cause If you know me, you know I am never at a loss for words. I'm Being kind to myslef. HE HE HE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I any case, I was trying not to make this Blog site into a personal Meghan Pic Post but its so hard since she is so damn cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Meghan in her Christening outfit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0757.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is like the only shot we have of her getting Christened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/water2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/water2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we one of Meghan on her First Home Opener Day for the Phillies all decked out in her Phillies Gear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0826.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-114685219656259532?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/114685219656259532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=114685219656259532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/114685219656259532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/114685219656259532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-become-another-terrible-blogger.html' title='I have Become another Terrible Blogger Again...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-114312621905856199</id><published>2006-03-19T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T11:38:03.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CON Rocks Kildares Manayunk, while Meghan Rocks some new digs...</title><content type='html'>I gotta tell ya, this St. Patrick's day started off real sucky. Usually like clockwork all my friends show up at my place around 10am &amp; we head off to the bar for lunch, drinking, and some good ol Irish Folk music. Not this year... All of my friends who were supposed to go, had to work. So here I was sitting around on St. Patrick's Day with no Beer in hand and no Specialty Corned beef sandwich from the rover. I was not having a good morning. Good thing for me, the Hibos opened around 1pm. I scooted over there thinking They would have live music &amp; good beer cheap. The Good Beer real cheap was there, but they didn't have any live music and most guys were watching the NCAA Tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I wasn't working, at least I was at my favorite place, on the best holiday of the year. Why didn't it seem so fun.... Wow I guess I may be growing up, this really sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case the highlight of my morning was actually when the Wife dressed Meghan up for her first St. Patrick's Day. I had to share these photos since they are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's meghan &amp; I from last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/DSCN1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/DSCN1180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my favorite Pic's of Meghan on St. Patrick's Day. Damn she is just too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/DSCN1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/DSCN1199.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about wiping your but with a Shamrock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/DSCN1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/DSCN1205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least here's one of Meghan wearing a Christmas present I bought her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/DSCN1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/DSCN1202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kinda shitty afternoon that I had I knew, things were heat up a bit out in Manayunk with CON. Well it sure did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried real hard to get good Pics this time out, so I could add some for CON's website, that didn't work too well. I guess Pints of Guinness and Picturing taking don't mix. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0665.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need to mention here, that the Band had played an earlier gig down in south Philly and I expected them to be kinda drained for this show. They were, Kinda. Frank's voice was almost gone by the end of night but they still completely blew this place out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the night was CON performing a flogging Molly favorite, "If I ever leave this World Alive." Which obviously has new meaning to me since my father's passing... I can rarely hear this song without thinking of him and crying, but it was beautiful. We started a Mosh Pit in the front, i'm surpired we didn't get tossed. It was great. Right after this Frank asked me, what did I want to hear?, and of course I replied, JAMES CONNOLLY. I beleive he called me an asshole or something to that effect before they ripped off the roof with it. Beleieve me, I have heard them play this song at least 50 times and this was absolutely the BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Leanne, Meghan, &amp; my Beautful Wife Angela.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0671.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Dolan &amp; My Wife Dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0681.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO drunk, by this time, I don't know how this PIC came out, it's Ang doing the Hand Jive from GREASE...Priceless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0686.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-114312621905856199?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/114312621905856199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=114312621905856199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/114312621905856199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/114312621905856199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/03/con-rocks-kildares-manayunk-while.html' title='CON Rocks Kildares Manayunk, while Meghan Rocks some new digs...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-114255023837038169</id><published>2006-03-16T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T18:05:38.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meghan's First Shot of Jameson...</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows Meghan first taste of Beer was Guinness on St. Patrick's Day 2005. She was just beginning the process of developing inside Angela when Ang had taken a drink off my pint, because she didn't know she was pregnant yet. At this point Meghan is 4 months old and beginning to Teethe. I'm not sure exactly how to spell that, but she is beginning to grow teeth. In any case Angela finally had enough of the new crank pot we call our daughter on Sunday during our Soprano's Party, where she was non stop crying for some time. Ang brought her down to the Bar and walked behind it, Handed Meghan to me, and said "Do it, Just Do it and get it over with." I looked at her, not understanding what she wanted me to do when she explained that Meghan wouldn't stop crying and she was sure she was teething. So I did it, I put my pinky finger in the bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey shook off the excess and rubbed Meghan's gums with it. I personally thought she was gonna scream bloody murder. However, in retrospect I realize she is half me. Meghan put on a smile from ear to ear and actually began massaging her gums across my finger. This made me so proud in one way, and so scared in another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short... Here's the result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0640.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Please don't give me the lecture about how I am turning my kid into a drunk, or blah blah blah, I did what I thought would ease my baby's pain and I am ok with that. If you are not, then go have a kid of your own and resolve this issue your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-114255023837038169?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/114255023837038169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=114255023837038169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/114255023837038169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/114255023837038169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/03/meghans-first-shot-of-jameson.html' title='Meghan&apos;s First Shot of Jameson...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-114253078628398271</id><published>2006-03-05T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T18:44:11.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of My Father...</title><content type='html'>About three years ago, I began having nightmares about my dad passing away. I would wake up in cold sweats &amp; think man, thank God this was just a dream. At that time I promised myself I would try to be a better son and try to be more loving and caring towards my dad. I knew these nightmares would someday soon become a reality. Looking back from my now shattered existence I thank God, I did what I did and made the last few years of my relationship with my dad as fun &amp; loving as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the nightmares started I got married to Angela, the love of my life. It seemed as though I was still on my honeymoon when my dad called and asked if Ang was pregnant yet. He really wanted to be a grand pop. I knew this and tried to explain we were so not financially ready. My father wanted a grandchild so bad he told me he would buy us a house the minute she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 3 years later, and since February 12, 2006 I have had to go through life without my father. I really feel as though I have not yet mourned his loss, he was not only my dad, but my closest friend, hunting partner, role model etc. If it weren't for Angela my Wife, Meghan my Baby, &amp; Ron ,My Best Friend, or the "Dego down the street" as my dad called him I don't know how I would have made it this far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit and write this I think of the times we spent together, in the woods, on the ocean, and in a hotel or two as roommates for Deer Camp. I think way back to a time when I was 15 or so and we were up on old Steely's Farm off of 611 hunting dove. I remember me bitching and complaining I wanted to leave, I wanted to go home so I could hang out with my friends, I remember he said something to me, which has always stuck with me, and today finally makes sense. he said, "One day you will want to be here, one day when you are older and more mature you will understand why you come out here and spend some of your free time in the great outdoors."  After the nightmares started I thought I had finally understood my dad. I thought it was all about the relief of stress from work, family, &amp; city life. I found that when I spent time out there with my dad that all of that seemed to somehow go away.  Today I realize that this was only part of the reason to spend time out in mother nature.  The second reason and probably the most important one was that when my dad went hunting or fishing he felt closer to his older brother Charles who had passed away a decade or so ago. They were hunting partners, and since he was left on this earth to mourn his brothers death, he felt close to him when he was out in the woods. I can tell you that my father was my only hunting partner, and I now understand why I feel the woods calling me. The outdoors will be a place I can go and still feel as though I am with my father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know time will partially heel these feelings of pain and sadness, but I don't want it to, I want to actually morn the loss of the man who taught me to be a man, the man who introduced me to the woods, the man who put me through college, the man who sacrificed to make sure that I always had whatever I needed, &amp; the man who sat in the background and worked his ass off to make me who I am today. My dad, my friend, my hunting partner I will miss you, Meghan &amp; Ang will miss you, Mommy is missing you, But as you would want, we will go on, I will provide for us as you did for the past 66 years, and you will never be forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOWLER, JAMES SAMUEL JR.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Feb. 12, 2006; beloved husband of Carol (nee Simpson), devoted father of James Samuel III and his wife Angela, grand pop of Meghan; dear son of Margaret and the late James Samuel Sr., brother of Jane, Michael and Dennis Fowler, Margaret Neill and the late Charles Fowler; also survived by numerous nieces and nephews. Relatives and friends are invited to his Funeral, Friday 8:30 A.M. BURNS FUNERAL HOME, 9708 Frankford Ave. (So. of Grant Ave.); followed by his Mass of Christian Burial 10 A.M. Our Lady of Calvary Church. Interment Private. Viewing Thursday eve 7 to 9 P.M. In lieu of flowers, Mass Cards are preferred. &lt;br /&gt;Published in the Philadelphia Inquirer &amp; Philadelphia Daily News on 2/15/2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/Philly/Guestbook.asp?PersonID=16737511"&gt;Guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/dad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/dad3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/dad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/dad1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/dad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/dad2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-114253078628398271?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/114253078628398271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=114253078628398271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/114253078628398271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/114253078628398271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/03/death-of-my-father.html' title='Death of My Father...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-113779929762332320</id><published>2006-01-18T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T18:22:06.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wife &amp; Daughter Dancing to "Song for Maya"</title><content type='html'>Don't ya Like when you snap action picks of your wife &amp; kid being silly together. Here's one of them dancing to Song For Maya by CON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0612.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-113779929762332320?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/113779929762332320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=113779929762332320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/113779929762332320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/113779929762332320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-wife-daughter-dancing-to-song-for.html' title='My Wife &amp; Daughter Dancing to &quot;Song for Maya&quot;'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-113726197298610705</id><published>2006-01-14T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T13:14:39.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIke Father, Like Daughter...</title><content type='html'>For those of you who read this and know me pretty well, you would probably agree that I am a couch potato who likes sweats and t-shirts &amp;amp; my remote control. You would be right. I think my Daughter is starting to take after me though, Check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so Cute her sitting there acting like daddy... She totally Made my day when My Wife put her in this pose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there was the Imfamous Christmas Pic we sent to our families in the christmas cards, I think this one is precious as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0513.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-113726197298610705?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/113726197298610705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=113726197298610705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/113726197298610705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/113726197298610705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/01/like-father-like-daughter.html' title='LIke Father, Like Daughter...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-113677274101560892</id><published>2006-01-05T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:12:21.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have Finally Started Brewing...</title><content type='html'>If you read my earlier Blog on Finding Good Beer you probably realized I cannot stand "no tasting, watery, mass produced, crapola" that a lot of brewing companies call beer. Namely stuff made by Coors, Miller, Budweiser, etc. To me, this is like drinking water, so why pay $3.00 a Pint for it, when I can pay 1 dollar more and get a great tasting Guinness, Smithwick's, Bass, Yuenling, or Magic Hat brewed Beer. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess when all is said &amp; done, I like good quality brewed beer with flavor. Now I do not like paying $4 a pint for it. So I solution this by building a bar and purchasing a Beer tap system. Which I found is still somewhat costly, but much better than $4 a pint. I then decided I would take up home brewing since I do like beer that much. I got the needed tools of the trade (Around $70) and the ingredients for my first batch of beer. ($20) and I did it. I brewed a 5 gallon batch of what I am calling "Fowler's Peach Pale". It's a mixture of a Peach Wheat &amp; Plain easy Drinking Pale Ale.  Took me 2 hours and now I am doing the waiting that is necessary to allow the beer to ferment. If all works out I should have it cold on tap in the Basement in about a week, at about a cost of 50 cents a pint ya can't beat that with a stick......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-113677274101560892?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/113677274101560892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=113677274101560892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/113677274101560892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/113677274101560892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-finally-started-brewing.html' title='I have Finally Started Brewing...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-113587386476230164</id><published>2005-12-21T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T13:28:00.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron does the Irish Jig to Scythian</title><content type='html'>It was a chilly November 26th night when the gang decided to go with me to Kildare's Media to see CON. Well we got out there @ 10:30pm expecting to see Frank, Wes, James, &amp; Sean whaling away on Guitars &amp;amp; Drums, Instead there was an eeirly familiar sound coming from the Pub. As we entered I realized the sound I was hearing was that of a couple of Fiddle's. Now I was shocked, to say the least... I figured CON Added a Fiddler, I mean Alabama said it best, "If you're gonna play in texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band.". I then realized real quick, this wasn't CON, it wasn't rock music, or Irish Rock, or anything close. It was a traditional Irish Reel, with a southern twist. I was shocked and had to explain to my group why CON wasn't playing. I figured these guys were just finishing up and CON would be on next. I quickly realized this wasn't the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scoured the bar looking for any signs of the regular CON Crowd, or the band &amp; found nothing. As time went on everyone with me were kinda getting pissy cause most of them do not like traditional Irish Music. Or so they thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a spot in the back of bar and began watering the brain. I then got a table for a few in our crew to eat. While they ate I wandered up to see this band I had heard a lot about. I watched the end of the first set and enjoyed them. I then watched their 2nd set with Dan &amp;amp; I really enjoyed it. When I rturned to the back of bar Ron had opened a tab and was already 6-8 shots deep with Dan's girlfriend Lorelei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan &amp; I followed up a couple of shots of Tullamore Dew. (Refer back to my blog on whiskey tango to see Dan's after shot reaction) a few more beers then off to the front for more Scythian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of there third set was a stirring rendition of Flogging Molly's, What's left of the Flag. In which Dan, Ron &amp;amp; I scarred most of their mid 40's - 60's crowd by knowing the lyrics and singing it along with the band. I think they enjoyed it. :-) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around this time that the fun really started, I don’t remember how it really started but I would up with Dan &amp;amp; Ron attempting to dance the Irish Jig along to the Music. They were really doing a wicked bad job of it, so I had to take my Jiggin' shoes out of retirement and show'em how it was done. Once they saw it for real they learned quick and were actually pretty good at it. The most amazing part of this story is just that "Ron Was Dancing the Irish Jig." For those of you who don’t know Ron, He is a very Proud Italian American who pretty much just Tolerates Irish Music. I mean he likes CON, but pretty much that’s about as far as he goes. When we travel around in the truck he hates its when I play the Pogues, Skels, or Most other Irish Bands. I think in the end the Irish Music Scene is finally rubbing off on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the Proof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-113587386476230164?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/113587386476230164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=113587386476230164' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/113587386476230164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/113587386476230164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/12/ron-does-irish-jig-to-scythian.html' title='Ron does the Irish Jig to Scythian'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-113246478096429959</id><published>2005-11-20T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:40:55.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Meghan Catherine Fowler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is this, I now am a father. I now have a daughter approximately 3 days old. Meghan Catherine Fowler was born in Frankford Hospital (Frankford-Torresdale) at 1:18pm on Wednesday November 16, 2005. In the past three days I have gotten to spend with her, I have completely come around to the idea of having a daughter. This is going to be weird to actually say, but I am looking forward to the TEA Party's, sleep overs, and Girl's sports. I am however not looking forward to the day when the Boys come calling for her. I have already told Angela, that she is not allowed to date until she is 18 Years Old. Ha well, I guess we will see how that goes when she is 16 in 2021.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness, This one is such a little bundle of Joy I am so amazed at how much she loves my voice &amp; my touch. No baby's have ever liked me before. I am big &amp;amp; loud and baby's don't usually like that. Well, This one does... She is Amazing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0390.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0398.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-113246478096429959?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/113246478096429959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=113246478096429959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/113246478096429959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/113246478096429959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/11/introducing-meghan-catherine-fowler.html' title='Introducing Meghan Catherine Fowler...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112966519665699198</id><published>2005-10-26T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:25:43.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Bought, Moving Completed, Un-Packing Started, ...Baby not far behind...</title><content type='html'>let me start off by saying hello to everyone, I know its been awhile, but I am now just getting time to record these events, since the last 2 weeks of my life have been hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: The Settlement (Possible Rant Status)&lt;br /&gt;What is it about real estate agents? Well to me its alot like the drive through, You know the drive through, "ALA Joe Pesci Lethal Weapon Movies". Well it's also true about settlement, "They &lt;a href="mailto:F@$k"&gt;F@$k&lt;/a&gt; You at the Settlement table." Why is it the realtor, or the mortgage company cannot give you an accurate cost for settlement? this is really rediculous. I called both parties the day before settlement and they both had differnt numbers both were completely off the mark. I had to physically get up from the settlement with my wife and go get another certified check for another thousand dollars, because the mortgage company &amp; realtor both way undershot me. I would have been 2000 short but i padded there numbers by 1000 Dollars. Tell me why? I cannot believe they cannot get together and come up with a price beforehand. Its freakin rediculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2: The Painting&lt;br /&gt;I hate Painting, I hate it I hate it I hate it. Ok now with that in mind We decided to paint the Nursery &amp;amp; My Office. It wasn't horrible, but it wasnt a walk in the park either. As I stated, I hate painting. Oh well it had to be done, Special thanks goes out to my man Ron G without him I would have given up and left the rooms there original colors, Nursery (Yellow) &amp; Office (Purple). Thank God for Best Friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: The Move&lt;br /&gt;Now this went down like no other move i have ever heard about. To all those that helped, Hows that Pneumonia doin' ? It was Saturday October 8th, I had planned to move this day and had already procured a Uhual truck for this date. Well when it came as you may remember it was raining, pouring, or Monsooning. whichever you prefer, there was also a real nice chill in the air. Well The truck was rented and paid for coffee and donuts were bought, and friends were there. We decided to press on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this monsoon we packed up the entire contents of the townhouse starting around 11am &amp;amp; finishing around 6pm. Angela &amp; I's whole life crammed into a 26'ft U-Haul, How pathetic. The situation sucked but we headed over to the new house. When we arrived we were greeted with burnt hamburgers and some funky hotdogs which everyone scarfed down like it was our last meal. oh the joys of gross food when you are starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually managed to get the whole truck unloaded that night which was absolutely amazing. Fron then on I knew i was gonna be living from boxes for a while. which we actually still kinda are. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Unpacking ... Still...&lt;br /&gt;This point of the story is silly I mean its been almost a month since the move and we are still dodging boxes. Well I guess I gotta get back to work on this stuff and Git Ur' Dun. The imporant thing is we are in and the Baby's Nursery is just about finished. Crib &amp;amp; Dresser bught and picked up, now I just gotts assemble it all. I know how much fun that is gonna be. But me a screw gun and few Smithwick's will get it accomplished. I Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures Are Coming I promise. I have to find the charger for my battery so I can take some pics with Digi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112966519665699198?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112966519665699198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112966519665699198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112966519665699198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112966519665699198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/10/house-bought-moving-completed-un.html' title='House Bought, Moving Completed, Un-Packing Started, ...Baby not far behind...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112783205824003576</id><published>2005-09-27T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:09:07.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finnigan's Wake 9/24/05 With CON &amp; WhoreBitch</title><content type='html'>Man, its Tuesday &amp; I am still hungover from this one. I took a ton of Pics, but unfortunately will not be posting too many more of these Pics here on the Blog. However as some of you already know these Pics will soon be available somewhere else... STAY TUNED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now For Saturday, as I hinted, what a good time. The Band was great &amp; the crowd was kinda fun, but not nearly as wild as Westchester. We did have more folks show up this time. My friends Ron, Dan, Mike, Snitz &amp;amp; Leanne came. Also Dolan &amp; I rolled in together, Leanne, Meghan, Duff &amp;amp; TJ also came, So we were definitely representin'. In addition to this as usual the band did the break dance competition but they also got out and &amp; got funky as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While CON Rocked Finnigan's downstairs another band was rockin the house upstairs, Bonehead. I got to run upstairs between CON's sets to see these guys for a few minutes, and these guys were impressive as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All throughout the night I was drinking Guinness, Car Bombs, Southern Comfort, Blackhaus, Melon Balls, Etc. Basically I was wrecked. As such this little recap of the nights events will be nowhere near as detailed as previous posts. Simply put I Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can however mention the little event that ended up the evening for me. It was probably 35 minutes before the Last song in Set 3 of the night. I was taking All Kinds of Pics. Band Pics, Crowd Pics, I was shooting everything. At this point some girls had taken control of the stage and were doing backup vocals into James' Microphone. Thank God John "The Sexy Bald Guy" was able to turn that mic way down. Anyway a whole other group of girls had crowded right in front of the stage and were jamming while the band was playing. I simply took the Digi I had with me and put it up in the air and took a few pics of them, when suddenly some WhoreBitch slapped the shit out my hand, holding the camera. At this point I almost dropped the camera. Once I secured it I totally lost it. This Nutcase started screaming at me about some shit, obviously I couldn't hear her since CON was Rocking like Tom Petty American Girl. Oh no its not loud up there. Meanwhile, My Boys Ron &amp; Dan Struck revenge right away. After a few minutes of letting it die down, Ron threw Dan into as if he was dancing. I am assuming he gave her a fake My BAD!!!! After that this nut kept up staring and pointing. I know then Meghan jumped in her face and almost kicked her ass. Way to go Meg... After all was said and done, cooler heads prevailed and we tried to end up the Night to a great rendition of "You Are My Sunshine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would have been fine with me, until WhoreBitch, jumped up in my face again after the band was finished. I simply explained in my drunken rage very nicely, Yea Right, "I was simply taking pictures for the band", which WhoreBitch replied yea right. I responed by asking Sean "The Crazy Drummer", to validate my story which he did. She just shook her head, then I unloaded and explained how I was pissed cause she almost knocked a 400 dollar camera from my hand for no apparent reason. She gave some shitass excuse, Oh well!!! I said my peace and I walked away. I never in my life wished that I was born a female until this night. But I really wanted to be a girl so I could have bitch slapped the shit out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you ask who is WhoreBitch, Well of course I got the Pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_02776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_02776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I look back I should have knocked her the F*#k out since she isn't a lady at all I should go back and call her Whore-MAN-Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some other good shots for the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a great one of Sherri, Duff &amp; Leanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here is a great one of Wes Serenading Katie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course we cannot forget to mention Chalfont Rockin' the Wake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Ron....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' the Guinness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What universe is this shit happening in I wanna move there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112783205824003576?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112783205824003576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112783205824003576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112783205824003576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112783205824003576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/09/finnigans-wake-92405-with-con.html' title='Finnigan&apos;s Wake 9/24/05 With CON &amp; WhoreBitch'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112719264088756596</id><published>2005-09-20T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:12:55.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CON Blows the Roof off of Kildare's West Chester...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0136.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I have posted a lot in recent times about this band &amp; the good times we have had while out watching them play, but this actually was even more fun then that. WHY??? Not sure, it could have been the 3 week Hiatus I have been in for seeing a good band, or maybe just it was just &lt;a href="http://www.kildarespub.com"&gt;Kildare's West Chester&lt;/a&gt;... Or maybe both. Definitely Both!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan &amp; I had been itching to see CON Again for a few weeks now. He had also been to Kildare's WC, so we obviously were gonna go. Ron was supposed to get back from a Friday night thing in AC and we were gonna head out to WC. Somewhere between the plan &amp;amp; reality Ron &amp; his merry posse of bandits somehow didn't return from AC until like 10:30pm. Meanwhile Dan, Baus &amp;amp; I were already on our way out Kildare's. Ron had been telling Dan for weeks how the WC Kildare's was the best of them all &amp; Dan knew to complete the holy trinity we had to Rock the Place. So we did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked through the doors a little past 10pm we could hear "All's been said &amp;amp; done" starting, so we pushed through the crowd to get back to the band. I'll tell ya what a packed house we stepped into, just as I expected, 70% female, 95% Drunk, &amp; 99% horny as hell. What a great scene. The Band as usual was kickin it, we tried to find some room to get beers &amp;amp; place to watch from but it was packed. After we finished our first round we headed back to the Bar to get a few more drinks, only be brought back, by Frank giving Philly Pirate Rock a shout out. Now there had to be, I don't know, 250 people in this Place. Woohoo Nice Publicity, Thanks Frank. Then CON Broke into one of my favorite songs by flogging Molly, "If I Ever Leave This World Alive." Wes noted when they finished rockin the shit out of that, something else was coming, then went right into James Connolly by Black 47. WooHoo, at this point I was lovin it, Dan &amp; I were Jamming, the Baus even got into it. Unfortunately I guess not everyone else in this place loved Flogging Molly or Black 47, cause they weren't nearly as into it as we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile The rest of the Crew piled in. Meghan &amp;amp; Duff, TJ, &amp; Meghan's new roomie... I knew I would forget her name. Then came Sherri, her husband, &amp;amp; Leanne. Now the Party was on and Dan Called out for some Carbombs, I was like Hells YA! Now that only took a good 20 minutes but we got our first ICB down for the night and all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we sent Baus for some Beers I said, "a Smithwick's for me, Coors for you, &amp; a Miller Lite for Dan." Baus Came back with a Miller for Dan &amp;amp; 2 Smithwick's, He Was rocking the Smithwick's, He actually said it was good. At one point I think I saw Dan Cheatin' on his miller and trying some of Baus' Smithwick's. HA HA HA !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here the night just got better &amp; better, Ton's Hot Chick's Dancing, Groping each other, etc. The band really knows how to bring this about, &amp; best of all somebody said Car Bomb Song Time ... SO Dan, Baus &amp; I went scurrying to the bar to get our ICB's.  When we got back they brought us up to the skates area and played the Car Bomb Song. All I can I remember was Frank Saying "Drop" - Then Wes saying "Damn you embarrassed them."  He He He, Did ya see that TJ? How bout you Duff? Bring it !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/200/IMG_0153.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan was out there kickin up his heels with all the girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_01591.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look its the Woohoo Girls &lt;-Pleqase forgive the spelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_01431.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course James Duffy acting goofy between sets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/200/IMG_0139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great night &amp; great time out with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_01571.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you who weren't able to make it, Oh yea that's right I sent out an invite to like 30 friends &amp; only Dan &amp; Baus made it. You all know who you are, Good News... They are playing again this weekend Saturday Night 10PM Finnigan's Wake, 3rd &amp; Spring Garden.... No Excuses Come see'em, Drink, Dance, be Happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. -&gt; If you are reading this, I have one question, "Are you Rocking the Pirate?"&lt;br /&gt;If not go --------&gt; Rock The Pirate &lt;a href="http://www.PhillyPirateRock.com"&gt;www.PhillyPirateRock.com&lt;/a&gt;While your there sign the guestbook will ya, it looks like we only have a few listeners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112719264088756596?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112719264088756596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112719264088756596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112719264088756596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112719264088756596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/09/con-blows-roof-off-of-kildares-west.html' title='CON Blows the Roof off of Kildare&apos;s West Chester...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112649848034653838</id><published>2005-09-11T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T00:36:55.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Props to My Wife &amp; all the Folks who do the Grocery Shopping...</title><content type='html'>Ok I had to write about an experience I had this weekend, Saturday afternoon to be exact. My Wife who normally does our shopping had to work this weekend, yea pregnant and all she had to go to work both Saturday &amp; Sunday. I told her on Friday that I would do the Grocery Shopping for this week on Saturday, she asked "Are you sure?" I said "Yes, how bad can it be." BIG MISTAKE....... It only took me about 2 hours to find all the stuff on the list that Ang gave me. 2 hours wasn't the problem, it was the 3 street brawls I had to endure to get the right Meat, Lunch Meat, and Rolls on the List. There are some mean ass old lady's at the Shop Rite I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Problem I had was the in the Meat Section, I was looking for Chicken which was on the list. However there was only one package of Chicken Cutlets left. As I picked it up some Crazy Old Lady Swiped it from me. I was like "Are you Serious?" As I took it back. I mean C'mon she looked like she was about to throw down over a pack of chicken cutlets. Now if that wasn't enough every Isle I went down in search of food was like a Demolition Derby Rally. No one in this place was like, "Excuse Me" or "Pardon Me" as they would crash into my shopping cart. These Shoppers were downright mean and nasty, I heard comments like "Get the hell out of my way" &amp;amp; "why the Hell do please leave shopping carts in the Isle." WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO PUT IT? Up my Ass ? I think that's where a few of these shoppers would have liked to put my cart. Later I ran into a scenario where I had to avoid an elderly couple arguing in the isle. They were going back and forth in Spanish and blocking the whole isle so no one could past. Now when I was getting yelled at for this I had my cart pulled to one side or the other. These folks were sitting right in the middle of the isle cursing at each and arguing in Spanish. I made several attempts to excuse myself so they would let me by, not a chance. They just kept arguing and ignored me. I then escalated my voice with a few more excuse me's &amp; got cursed at in Spanish before the old bat moved her cart and let me pass. How would you feel being called something like "Fat Shit Cat" or something like that? I wanted to slap the shit out of this bitch but decided to respect my elders and just went about my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this I proceeded over to the Lunch Meat counter and had the best experience of the day. I pulled my number from the ticket machine and got #53, they were currently serving #49. I walked over picked up some rolls and walked back over, to wait. As 53 came up on the screen the gentlemen asked for # 53. I responded but was cut off Immediately by another one of these Elderly Nutcases. I spoke up and said, "Excuse me, I have number 53 &amp;amp; I would Like..." The crazy old bitch was like, Listen sunny I have been waiting here for 15 minutes and its time for me to give them my order." I replied, "What number do you have?" She Said "53, now be quiet and wait your turn." At this point I wanted to throw down, but I shut up again and waited. Now the number went to #54 &amp; I spoke up and said, hey I had 53 and that lady jumped in front of me. Luckily another Younger male had #54 and let me go. Thank God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off I forgot to pickup my soda for the week. I circled back to the Soda Isle to find no Diet Mountain Dew. That's all I drink. I called Ron since he works for Pepsi, and asked him to find the Guy who Packs out this store and beat him. There was only one spot for Diet Mountain Dew &amp;amp; it was empty. I was tired, and wanted to get the heck out of there but wasn't leaving without some Diet Dew. I walked over to the Coke Guy who was packing out at the time and begged him to get me some form the back. He was like I really shouldn't do that, but he decided to be a nice guy and do it anyway. So I got away with 3 12 packs of my precious drink. WooHoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of this whole ordeal that scares me is that since Ang, My Wife, is 7 months pregnant I know I am now going be doing this more often until she gives birth and gets her strength back. Oh Boy.... What Fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Next time I am bringing shoulder pads and a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112649848034653838?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112649848034653838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112649848034653838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112649848034653838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112649848034653838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/09/mad-props-to-my-wife-all-folks-who-do.html' title='Mad Props to My Wife &amp; all the Folks who do the Grocery Shopping...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112595868625645855</id><published>2005-09-05T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:19:45.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Good Beer is hard to find...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1st let me say If your at a bar &amp; good beer is hard to find... RUN!, Get OUT and go to a "Good Bar". Now if this is not an option, I think I have found the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I was looking to go out, small problem was, no one else wanted to go out. Later on I found out that Michael Gairo, Leanne, &amp;amp; Sawyer were heading to &lt;a href="http://www.whiskeytangotavern.com"&gt;Whiskey Tango&lt;/a&gt;. I decided to go even though I knew the only good brew on tap there was "Mother's Milk" AKA Guinness. Normally this would not be a problem but I wasn't in the mood for stout. I went kinda hoping they had gotten on the band wagon &amp; started serving Smithwick's, Pronounced with a silent W. Kinda like "Smithicks" or "Smitticks". I have been drinking this all summer and can't get enough of it. To get back on track, I was hoping the band they had playing that night, Reaction, would actually surprise me &amp;amp; be decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there around 11pm, &amp; soon after found Gairo, Sawyer &amp;amp; Leanne. I had gotten a pint of Guinness since, as expected, the Tango had no other real beer. What is it with Bars these Days, 10 taps, Guinness, Budweiser, Coors Lite, Bud Lite, Miller Lite, Michelob Ultra lite, Rolling Rock, etc. The Band was up on stage playing and the drinking began. Funny thing is, this band played a lot of top 40's stuff, that usually sounds real good, but it wasn't sounding good coming from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Night was heading in a downward spiral real fast, Mike &amp; Leanne were drinking Malibu Bay Breeze' &amp;amp; Sawyer was looking for someone to do a shot with him but wouldn't go the extra mile &amp; do a Car Bomb or Shot of Jameson's with me. To compound the fun Sawyer found out that a Bride had just come into the Tango, Normally this would be fine, but this was the Bride from the wedding he had ditched earlier in the night. Oh Boy!!!!!!!!!! From that point on he was bobbing &amp;amp; weaving to avoid a scene. HE He HE He!!!! I mean what are the chances....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after a few pints of Guinness I decided it was time to try my new signature hard Alcohol Mix. When I returned to the bar I asked for a pint of Guinness &amp; a Jameson's, Sour Mix, &amp;amp; 7-up. The bartender looked at me with a puzzled look then shook his head in an interesting way. Oh well.... I put down the Pint in minutes &amp; began to enjoy my newly found concoction. WOW, this was some good shit.... I usually like Jameson's in an ICB, but I haven't really had it in any other drink, besides a shot. This was a great mix, obviously it was like a whiskey sour, but this was more of a whiskey Sour/Ass kicker with a phizz. Needless to say one of them and a few more pints and I was doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer meanwhile was still trying to coerce someone to do a shot with him. I kept naming Irish Whiskeys we could shoot and he kept giving me that "Are You Al'Right" Look. He finally gave in and we did a shot of Tullamore Dew. Supposedly one of the more mellow Irish Whiskeys, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTT. This stuff was like arsenic going down. Or at least what I would Imagine arsenic would taste like. Here's Sawyer's Reaction....&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of reactions, Reaction the band was still playing &amp; since the alcohol was flowing I guess they were getting better. Sawyer &amp;amp; I went up to the Stage to watch there 3rd set. I really miss good cover bands. All's Reaction had was 1 awesome Guitarist, He Rocked. The Lead singer sounded like he should have been fronting a high school band. But as I usually say for any band, At least they have he balls to get u there and do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer later got to dance &amp; grind with some lesbians, I guess he had his beer goggle's pulled on real tight, cause these 2 were hideous. But the best was the guy dancing with them before &amp;amp; after Dan finished, who though he was actually gonna take them home &amp; get some. HA HA HA.... There lesbians they don't need you, Pal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual though a good night out with friends, is better than sitting at home blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112595868625645855?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112595868625645855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112595868625645855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112595868625645855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112595868625645855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-good-beer-is-hard-to-find.html' title='When Good Beer is hard to find...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112529405262950995</id><published>2005-08-28T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:32:47.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some input for a Station Logo...</title><content type='html'>What do you folks think about these ... I need to Choose one as the main Logo for the Station All Feedback welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/Logo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/Logo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/Logo31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/Logo31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;***Gotta give a shout out to my man Kris Orapallo for helping me out with this Awesome Rendition of the Pirate. - Thanks Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me your input in the comments section. Also if anyone would like to submit a Logo Please give me a link to it in the comments section, or send it to me via email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112529405262950995?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112529405262950995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112529405262950995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112529405262950995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112529405262950995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/08/need-some-input-for-station-logo.html' title='Need some input for a Station Logo...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112490704845267583</id><published>2005-08-24T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:10:48.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bought www.PhillyPirateRock.com ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;So If you thought I was crazy for starting an internet radio station. You are going to think I'm totally nutz now.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; I bought the internet domain www.PhillyPirateRock.comm. It was so cheap I coundn't pass it up. As of right now we are playing all kinds of good music on the station. Bands like OAR, Coldplay, Audioslave, REM, The Killers, Pogues, Reel Big Fish, Dropkick Murphys, Green Day, Flogging Molly &amp;amp; Me First and the Gimmee Gimmees. We are also Playing Block's of CON at 10am &amp;amp; 7pm everyday.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; I am in the process of recruiting some DJs (friends) to help with Live programming. Once we get a team together we will have a full themed schedule with live commentary and all. Please send me your comments on what kind of shows you would like to hear. I was thinking maybe hour long programming like, 80's-Early 90's Hard Rock show, a 2 hour afternoon Folk show, a top 40 midday/lunch hour, maybe a Soundtrack Rock show, A Punk show, Redneck Country Rock show &amp;amp; of course a Paddy Rock Hour.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; Any suggestions ???&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; Also if anyone would like to do some Live Broadcasts and/or write reviews for new music, let me know as well ???&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; /Blog&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112490704845267583?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112490704845267583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112490704845267583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112490704845267583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112490704845267583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/08/bought-wwwphillypiraterockcom.html' title='Bought www.PhillyPirateRock.com ...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112467704718475084</id><published>2005-08-21T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:44:46.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CON at Brittingham's &amp; Finnigan's Wake</title><content type='html'>Wow what a weekend we got to see 2 Live shows from CON, this weekend. The first of which was kinda amuzing at &lt;a href="http://www.brittinghams.com"&gt;Brittingham's&lt;/a&gt; on Friday Night. Ron, Sawyer, Frank &amp; I got out a bit late and met up with Dolan at Brittingham's around 11pm. Con was just finishing the second set and they didn't seem to be having fun since the place was packed but with people who, for some reason just refused to get into the music. Basically the Crowd sucked. Actually they Sucked Ass!!!!!!!!!!! Now since this was on Friday I didn't have my new Digi yet, I do not any Pics of this Fiasco....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con went on for there third and final set of the Night and Rocked the Place until James broke a string on his Bass, and didn't have a replacement. That Sucks... Since they were down a Bass and still had 20 Minutes to go, Frank "The Lead Singer Guy" busted out on Wes' Acoustic and Did "James Connolly" &amp;amp; "Patriot Game".&lt;br /&gt;Nice Job Frank:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Left around 1:45am and Since Ron felt like getting home, we made great time in the GTO. I think we hit 120MPH at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for Saturday Night at &lt;a href="http://www.finnigans.com"&gt;Finnigan's Wake&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;What a night out... It was the first time in a while I got to hang out with my old College roommate, He is married now, I am married now w/ a kid on the way and we just havent had a chance to hang out alot. That being said it was good to get out with everyone. Kris, Dolan, &amp; I rolled up in Dolan's 4Runner, while Ron, Mike, Snitz, Jay, &amp;amp; MJ rolled in Snitzy's durango. We Met up with Leanne, Jeff, Megan, Duff, &amp; Leanne's Sister... I always forget her name. Con went on around 10:15pm. played three sets and rocked all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of Con Rocking Finnigan's Wake ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frank Rocking the Electric Guitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wes Rocking the Acoustic Electric...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James Laying it down on the Bass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sean ripping it up on the Drums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During there 2nd set Jay &amp; MJ were bitching about leaving... Ron was getting pretty pissed cause he was having a great time. They kept it up...Kept it up... Until Ron was like "Dude we gotta go they are bitching", Which I understand. I can't stand when I go out with people, and they wanna go early because they aren't into the scene. Now Snitzy on the other hand, I think really liked the band and really didn't want to leave either. I guess we'll see next time we go out to see them if he comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Highlights of the night was watching Leanne &amp;amp; Meghan "HOOK-UP". Yes I said it "Hook-UP", I can never get enough of watching chicks hook up with each other. Now before we move on to the Pic of this I have to say these ladies both have Boyfriends, I think. Is Jeff a boyfriend ???? As for Meghan, we all know she is with Duff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp; Duff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp; Me, Kris, &amp;amp; Dolan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it was a real good time out, with the baby coming soon I am not sure how many more of these nights I will have for a while. Finnigan's was jumping with alot of Hot Chicks from bachelorette parties &amp; the Band Rocked as usual. If you haven't heard them yet you should definately check out there website &lt;a href="http://www.conmusic.com"&gt;www.conmusic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/IMG_0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112467704718475084?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112467704718475084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112467704718475084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112467704718475084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112467704718475084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/08/con-at-brittinghams-finnigans-wake.html' title='CON at Brittingham&apos;s &amp; Finnigan&apos;s Wake'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112465273012760497</id><published>2005-08-20T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:43:11.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Philly Pirate Rock Radio...</title><content type='html'>Since my favorite bands do not get much play on the air waves in Phiily, I decided to change that a bit. I started "Philly Pirate Rock" which is an Internet Stream Radio Station Playing &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Pogues, Flogging Molly, CON, Dropkick Murphys, OAR, Green Day, The Killers, Y100 Sonic Sessions, &amp; much more. &lt;/span&gt;I will be setting up a request email box for those of you who would like to listen along as well, and want to me to play some of your favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Listen, take a look in the links section &amp; click on Philly Pirate Rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I finally got my own Digital Camera today, So BLOG Readers beware, Many More Pics to come, WooHoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.live365.com/stations/zero7213"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Philly Pirate Rock Radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112465273012760497?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112465273012760497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112465273012760497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112465273012760497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112465273012760497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/08/introducing-philly-pirate-rock-radio.html' title='Introducing Philly Pirate Rock Radio...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112451950069401400</id><published>2005-08-20T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T03:01:51.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Major Pet Peeve of Mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;This morning I heard on 610 WIP Radio, that last night was Gay Community Night at the Phillies game. Great! I also heard there were some problems with a christian rights group posting a banner that said, &amp;quot;Homosexuality is a sin&amp;quot;. Great too!&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; My pet peeve is not with Gays or Gay protestors, Instead I see this as another example of programs like &amp;quot;Black History Month&amp;quot; &amp;amp; The NAACP.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;Why is it we have Gay Community night at the Phillies &amp;amp; Black History Month.&amp;nbsp; When is Irish, Italian, or German Community night?&lt;BR&gt; On that same note when is &amp;quot;White History Month&amp;quot; or where is the NAAWP?&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; The above are examples when groups of individuals based on Race, Religion, Sexuality, Etc Get what I consider preferential treatment. What I am saying is simply saying is, &amp;quot;If its good for the Goose, it should be good for the Gaggle.&amp;quot; If we are going to have a black history month, then I want a white one. If there is an organization called the NAACP then I think its only fair for the NAAWP to be formed. Because of this most people think I am racist. I strongly disagree.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; I guess my point in this Blog is equality. I feel there is no eqaulity in this damn city. Look at the NitWit Mayor we have, Street took office many years ago, and was freakin re-elected, HOW... Well I guess his constituents are a majority &amp;amp; I am in the minority party. Oh well, that's the beauty of our Democracy. I'm cool with that.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; /Blog&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112451950069401400?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112451950069401400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112451950069401400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112451950069401400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112451950069401400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/08/major-pet-peeve-of-mine.html' title='A Major Pet Peeve of Mine...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112429214249960312</id><published>2005-08-17T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:22:22.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NJ 101.5 Sucks Ass!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Ok so I am testing out a new way of mobile blogging. SDtandard email to blog, this means I can Blog from anywhere real quickly, from my Blackberry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;This NJ 101.5 thing really pisses me off, its just not cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;One of the NJ Guys Craig was at a CON Show this past weekend and told them he would play them on the air on Monday between 6-7pm. James Duffy the bass player from CON called around 6:30pm on monday and they totally dissed him. They said they would listen to there new cd that night and review it the next day. I listened from 4-7pm last night and they didn't play any songs, or review the album.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I say we go over and beat there asses...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;/Blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112429214249960312?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112429214249960312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112429214249960312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112429214249960312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112429214249960312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/08/nj-1015-sucks-ass.html' title='NJ 101.5 Sucks Ass!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112416796625779943</id><published>2005-08-14T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T01:01:46.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CON CD Release Party for Debut Album "Nine Songs"</title><content type='html'>Ok so after a little recovery time from this past weekends activities, we decided to go to the CD Release Party for CON's first CD, Called NINE SONGS. Ron, Dolan, Frank &amp; I headed down to Finnegan's Wake at around 7pm on Wednesday. Sawyer couldn't make it he was pulling Milk Man duties at Super Fresh.  I wish I had some Pics of the event, I figured it was gonna be empty, Boy was I wrong. The place was packed for a Wednesday night. Con must have a huge following. They went on around 9pm and Sawyer pulled rank at Superfresh and busted out early to join us by like 9:30pm. Which was sweet. The band only played one set, oh but what a set. They played from 9pm-11:20pm. It was just shy of 2&amp;1/2 hours, and they totally rocked the place. They played all of there originals and a ton of covers. Great night out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Northeast Times did a peice on them on Page 94 of the August 10th Issue. Or you can read it here -&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.northeasttimes.com//2005/0811/band.html "&gt;http://www.northeasttimes.com//2005/0811/band.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conmusic.com"&gt;CONMUSIC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112416796625779943?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112416796625779943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112416796625779943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112416796625779943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112416796625779943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/08/con-cd-release-party-for-debut-album.html' title='CON CD Release Party for Debut Album &quot;Nine Songs&quot;'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112389749385455887</id><published>2005-08-09T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:43:57.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget it,  I now think TO has to go...Get rid of the Bum</title><content type='html'>Ok so maybe you didn't know I am a big Philadelphia Sports fan? Well I am, I'm a 4 for 4 guy. That means I root for the 4 home teams in the 4 major Sports. In order for me its the Flyers, Eagles, Phillies, and Sixers. Anyway the past week has been nothing but talk of Terrell Ownens, and is he gonna come to camp, is he not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he is going to come to camp, I think it was obvious, he isnt giving them any more money back in fines cause he is a cheap bastard. yes I can say that in my Blog, he is a cheap bastard. Sorry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things have really escalated he has gotten himself kicked out of camp for a week and all the local news is doing is making this a media circus. I hate that, I also hate seeing him Mocking the Best Coach the Eagles have ever had, and possibly the best QB we have ever had also. CHeck out some these Picks of him, over at his house in NJ. He is Rediculous. Ya know what I am not gonna give him any more publiciy then he has already gotten or he will then WIN. Rant Over I am Out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112389749385455887?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112389749385455887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112389749385455887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112389749385455887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112389749385455887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/08/forget-it-i-now-think-to-has-to-goget.html' title='Forget it,  I now think TO has to go...Get rid of the Bum'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112445845710370201</id><published>2005-08-08T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:45:17.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flogging Molly Concert in Atlantic City &amp; the White Trash BBQ #5</title><content type='html'>Wife is still pregnant, House is now purchased, we settle Mid October, GTP is Sold. All's I have left is my Love of Beer and Good Music. This they cannot take away from me. So we put together a weekend trip to AC, for a Flogging Molly Concert and some extra fun at a barbecue the next day. Besides the 2+ Hr Drive down all went really smooth. Had a few cancellations from those who were supposed to go, but other than that all went real well. I gotta give to Flogging Molly, they only played for like an hour and a half but it was so worth it. They rocked so hard. We all started a few Ole` Chants that rung through the whole venue. I think all who went would agree it was a great time. Since we stayed down in the showboat casino that night we had a chance to gamble after the concert. Maybe I should of not done that, "Note to Self: Don't Gamble after 7 Pints of Guinness and a few Car Bombs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/Carbomb_Station2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/200/Carbomb_Station2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I lost a few bucks at Black Jack. The good news was we went back to the rooms after we cashed Greg in who BTW won and won big, he walked off the Casino floor up 1000 Dollars. Nice Job Gregie!!!!!!!!! Anyway we went back to the rooms and played some 5 way Hold'em so I won some of my money back, WooHoo! I got some Pics from down AC and from the WTB, I am gonna post them as soon as they are developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/Carbombs2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/Carbombs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Far as Saturday went the White Trash Barbecue was amazing, Con Played for a few great sets and rocked the place. BTW Con has become one of the Best Local Rock Bands I have ever heard. We first saw them on St. Patrick's Day and have been to quite a few shows since then, they Rock. go check them out when you get a chance. &lt;a href="http://www.conmusic.com"&gt;http://www.conmusic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/WTB.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/200/WTB.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is CON Rocking on the Deck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/FL0100232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/FL0100231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/FL0100042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/FL0100042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; the Boys Drunk as Hell... (Well at least I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/FL0100202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/FL0100202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finaly The King &amp; Queen of the White Trash BBQ #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/FL0100032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/FL0100032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112445845710370201?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112445845710370201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112445845710370201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112445845710370201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112445845710370201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/08/flogging-molly-concert-in-atlantic_08.html' title='Flogging Molly Concert in Atlantic City &amp; the White Trash BBQ #5'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112390094637239236</id><published>2005-07-25T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:42:26.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bought a House...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/400/house.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have time to Blog about this just wanted to Post the Pic of it. More to come as I get them. Its in Bristol, PA. Just 5 minutes from where i am located now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112390094637239236?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112390094637239236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112390094637239236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112390094637239236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112390094637239236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/07/bought-house.html' title='Bought a House...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112389840938507165</id><published>2005-07-23T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:00:09.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is Gone... The GTP is no More...</title><content type='html'>Ron &amp; I went to the Tags place today and sold the GTP. I already miss it so much. For the Record the Fastest I ran with it in the 1/4 Mi. was a 13.025.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blown 6 RIP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/DSCN0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/DSCN0486.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/DSCN0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/DSCN0468.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112389840938507165?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112389840938507165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112389840938507165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112389840938507165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112389840938507165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-baby-is-gone-gtp-is-no-more.html' title='My Baby is Gone... The GTP is no More...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-112425232619208543</id><published>2005-06-21T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:27:30.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sipes &amp; Scalia Wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/Sipes_Salee11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/Sipes_Salee1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man what an Event, Every had a great time on Saturday night at Mike &amp; Salee's Wedding. I know I did. Weddings lately seem like such long days, I remember back to mine 3 years ago when the night was over I wanted to pass out, and not from drinking either, just from being on my feet all day, meeting, greeting, etc. But hey weddings still Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this Wedding I had the Honor of standing for Mike as his Best Man. I had no Problems with Bachelor Party Planning. Which BTW took place in Atlantic City a few weeks back. You ask why NO Blog, NO Pics. Well AC is Like Vegas... Remeber "What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas." Same Idea with AC. So back to the Wedding, Everything was great and all was going so smooth for me, until it was time for the Toast. I had been worrying about it for Days, but kinda keep a cool face. Now the moment of truth was here and I had to perform in front of around 150 people. Wow Talk about pressure. Hey Ron I now know how you felt. I thought my heart was gonna come out of my Vest and Coat, and I was gonna collapse. Now you know me, I puled it off... Let me see I think I have a copy of the toast around here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a First.&lt;br /&gt;Usually he tells me I talk too much,&lt;br /&gt;Now you’ve actually given me microphone and asked me to speak,&lt;br /&gt;Big Mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, But seriously …&lt;br /&gt;I met Michael around 10 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;It was the First day of Freshmen Year at GMC.&lt;br /&gt;We were actually Roommates for the first 24 hours, but I smelled so bad, his mom threw me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then Michael has become one of my closest friends, A friend who helped get me through college. A friend who gave me a job when I needed it. A friend who fixes my car, time &amp;amp; time again. A friend who has always been there when I’ve asked, &amp; a friend who has helped to make me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was just around 2 years ago, I had the pleasure of meeting Salee. From the first time I saw her &amp;amp; mike together, I knew there was something special in the making. But it wasn’t until she introduced me to frozen margaritas that I was sure she was a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could actually ramble on for hours, but that would cut into drinking time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies &amp; Gentlemen please join me by raising your glasses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the New Bride &amp;amp; Groom …. Salee &amp; Mike ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God be with you and bless you&lt;br /&gt;May you live see your children's children&lt;br /&gt;May you be poor in misfortunes,&lt;br /&gt;Rich in blessings&lt;br /&gt;May you know nothing but happiness&lt;br /&gt;From this day forward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok SO you be the Judge, I did have many compliments though. The Wedding Rocked, Mike pulling a thong out from under Salee's dress during the Garter removal was priceless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some Pics from the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Couples First Dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/dance1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/dance1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bad one of me and Mike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/Mike_Jim11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/Mike_Jim11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a great one of Angela &amp; I...(Doesn't she look sexy for a Pregnant Chick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/great.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/great.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI... I hink I'm three sheets to the wind in most of those Pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is a great one of the Guys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/gang_sipes_wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/gang_sipes_wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least its a copule of "GoodFellas"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/1600/goodfellas1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2679/914/320/goodfellas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-112425232619208543?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/112425232619208543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=112425232619208543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112425232619208543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/112425232619208543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/06/sipes-scalia-wedding.html' title='Sipes &amp; Scalia Wedding...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111690794619478388</id><published>2005-05-24T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:12:26.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow I really Suck as a Blogger...</title><content type='html'>I had to come back, My life has changed so much since that great day of drinking and frolicing we called St. Patricks Day. Anyway enough on that... ALOT really has changed. I found out back in April, my wife of three years is pregnant with our first child. WOW HOW Crazy... I am going to be a father. As Uncle Ben in SpiderMan said "With great power comes great responsibility." boy was he right. I mean I'm going to be able to shape this child's Ideas and direction in Life. Kinda weirded me out a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy with that, and working 70 hours a week I didn't;t have time to come back here and sign off for all who are paying close attention to this Blog and patiently waiting for the next chapter. HA HA HA !!! I got some Cool Picks, and some real good Links for everyone, I will get them together and get them posted here in the next few days. Until then I guess I am done Rambling for Now. Oh not Just yet I almost forgot its now 12:15 am, May 24th. I can;t forget to say HAPPY Birthday RON! I hope you had a good time this weekend at Brittingham's? Of course I mean before the Puking Rally Kicked in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/BLOG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111690794619478388?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111690794619478388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111690794619478388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111690794619478388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111690794619478388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/05/wow-i-really-suck-as-blogger.html' title='Wow I really Suck as a Blogger...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111103896344514202</id><published>2005-03-17T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:56:24.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here...</title><content type='html'>HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go out to the Pub and enjoy a Guinness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slainte'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111103896344514202?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111103896344514202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111103896344514202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111103896344514202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111103896344514202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111086158021078597</id><published>2005-03-14T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:13:43.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 3 Days Left...</title><content type='html'>Wow, St. Patricks Day is so fast approaching, I guess I am really looking forward to a few days off of work and time at the bar with my Wife &amp; Friends. So Far Looks like Ron, John &amp;amp; I will be starting the day off at the Irish Rover in Pendel, PA. We may be visited after work by a whole bunch of people, including Angela (My Wife), Terry, Mike (Ron's Brother), Snitcher, &amp; Kristian. After we see Connolly &amp;amp; Murphy at the Rover during the day we are all going out to dinner somewhere. After which we will be meeting one of Angela's friends, Leanne at Kildare's in Westchester. We are going out there to see Leanne's brothers band CON. She says they rock Irish traditional, Celtic Rock, &amp; normal covers, so it should be a good time. The goal is to be drinking by 12 noon and keep on drinking until 2am, or until they kick us out. I gotta remember though No IRISH CAR BOMBS until the Sun goes down... Those did me in by 7pm last year. BTW I forgot to give mad props to a great Irish Music website I have been frequenting its Called &lt;a href="http://shitenonions.com"&gt;SHITE N'ONIONS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know who these people are I am talking about here is a Pic of Ron &amp;amp; I from a wedding we went to last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="RON &amp; I" src="http://home.comcast.net/~zero7213/Files/RonJim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Should be a cool day on the 17th as well for B-Ball Fans as the Tourney starts. Since The Hawks ain't in it this year, I guess I gotta say GO PENN &amp;amp; GO NOVA. I have to root for Hawks since I have a Father in Law &amp;amp; 3 Brother in Laws that went there. It's probably killing them to root for NOVA. HA HA HA. Screw them since My Alma Matter is in Division 3 NCAA. Good Old GMC, &lt;a href="http://www.gmc.edu"&gt;Gwynedd Mercy College&lt;/a&gt;. GO Griffins, I don't even think they made the Division 3 Tourney this year. Oh Well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111086158021078597?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111086158021078597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111086158021078597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111086158021078597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111086158021078597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/03/only-3-days-left.html' title='Only 3 Days Left...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111076088411845799</id><published>2005-03-14T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:12:23.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 week Dinner At the Olive Garden</title><content type='html'>So today I was watching the St. Patrick's Day Parade(4 Days before St. Patrick's Day) on Broad St, in Center City Philadelphia. During this Jolly Good Time My Best Friend Ron calls me on the Tele. When I answered he was inquiring if Me &amp; the Wife Angela would like to accompany him, his brother Michael &amp; there friend Snitcher to Dinner at the Olive Garden. Now when he first brought this up I replied that I was not interested because of the strained muscle in my ribcage. I then told Ron I would call him back after I discussed it with the Wifey a bit further. After I got off the phone with him I spoke with the Mrs. on the topic of Dinner at Olive Garden. Angela thought it was a great Idea and was hoping I agreed. I told her I would go, if she wanted to. She simply replied, "Ok, Yea I think it would be fun."  I called Ron back at 3pm and he stated they would meet us up at my house shortly, that they would leave there around 3:30pm. I laughed as I hung up the phone and told the Wife that they were supposed to leave at 3:30pm and would be here by 5pm. She laughed since they only live 10 minutes away.  She &amp; I both knew that they were running on RON TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4:45pm The Gairo Boys &amp; Mike Snitcher showed up in Snitzys Dodge Durango. Angela &amp; I were already in the truck and we headed off to the Olive Garden. Once there we were greeted with an hour wait per the Wait staff. The whole bunch of us proceeded to stand in the hallway in front of the restaurant making funny noises and comments and being loud and obnoxious as usual. To make a long story short we were then seated and began ordering, food was descent but it took them like an hour between our salads and our main dishes. By that time most of us were not hungry anymore, I hate when that happens. When our main dishes came we scarfed them down as if we were hungry and finished our meal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, that waiter really sucked. Plus I think he was having eye sex with my wife. Not sure about that I will have to ask Ron, if he noticed it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways moving closer to our Yearly Pilgrimage to the Bar on St. Patrick's Day, I think we convinced Snitzy to meet up with us after work on the 17th. WOOHOO The more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111076088411845799?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111076088411845799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111076088411845799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111076088411845799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111076088411845799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/03/4-week-dinner-at-olive-garden.html' title='The 4 week Dinner At the Olive Garden'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111060135753845989</id><published>2005-03-12T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T12:59:22.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Days 'til the Feast of St. Patrick</title><content type='html'>I so cannot wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been in the house except for Jury Duty since my chest injury hit me on monday. I am really looking forward to this this time off work and time out with my friends. I am in process of putting together the Itinerary for the Extravaganza. I usually start the day off with mass in the morning either 6:30am or 8:00am. Then we may meet up for breakfast around 10am. Who Knows Where yet ???? Then its definately off to the Irish Rover, in Pendel, PA. Great Little Bar with a band, "Connolly &amp; Murphy", that plays there every year on St. Patrick's Day. After the band finishes up around 6pm we will probably hit somewhere for dinner. Then Hopefully off to Finnigan's Wake for after Dinner Drinking &amp; Dancing. Now in past years (Past Two Years) I haven't made it to dinner. I have been home &amp; in Bed by 7pm. But this year im going to pace myself and make sure i can go the distance like i have in years before the past 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111060135753845989?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111060135753845989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111060135753845989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111060135753845989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111060135753845989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/03/5-days-til-feast-of-st-patrick.html' title='5 Days &apos;til the Feast of St. Patrick'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111057880056062730</id><published>2005-03-11T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:32:22.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Duty on 3/10/05 - Completed</title><content type='html'>Ok SO it wasn't so bad. I spent the day in Doylestown, and had Lunch at finneys Irish Pub. Wasn't so bad, except its Doylestown and 2 Pint's of Smithwicks &amp; a Bacon Cheeseburger was like a $20 spot. Go Figure. I didn't get picked for a trial which was very cool and I got released around 2:00pm or so. All &amp; All as stated not a bad day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the fun stuff, the reason I was adding this to the Blog, was there was some crazy folks at this Jury Duty thing. I saw something that was so funny, I won't be able to reproduce in words. there was a guy there on jury duty who started a fight with another guy on jury duty, thinking they would just send him home. Well They didn't the Jury Supervisor Lady called the Sheriffs department and they came up and arrested the guy. then when he was begging not to get arrested they nabbd him for resisting arrest. Damn I wish I had pictures. I gotta start carrying a camera around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111057880056062730?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111057880056062730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111057880056062730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111057880056062730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111057880056062730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/03/jury-duty-on-31005-completed.html' title='Jury Duty on 3/10/05 - Completed'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111042256693165325</id><published>2005-03-09T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:10:30.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens...</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about this when I saw this picture on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Happens when you go to sleep and wake up in the morning and look in the mirror and see this"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/~zero7213/Files/busch1.jpg" alt="BUSCH" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Thought would be Shave the head it aint Growin' back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y100rocks.com Y100 Rules!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nah Im Just Joking, This is one of the best drunk pictures of the Man, Myth, and Legend - Michael Busch. Yo Chief whats going on ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111042256693165325?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111042256693165325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111042256693165325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111042256693165325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111042256693165325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-happens.html' title='What Happens...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111040474813855584</id><published>2005-03-09T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:45:48.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Duty: Doylestown, PA</title><content type='html'>How bout this Shite. I got a summons to appear for Jury Duty and I have been calling in all week and my number hasnt even been close to the numbers Called. Now today I call in for Tomorrow the next to last day of my summons and sure enough they are "Callling All Cars" my number was 08404. They called All Jurors numbered 08356-08409. Is That freaking crazy or what. Oh well, I guess im on jurt duty tomorrow. I have to report by 8:30am. JURY DUTY ARGGHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111040474813855584?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111040474813855584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111040474813855584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111040474813855584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111040474813855584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/03/jury-duty-doylestown-pa.html' title='Jury Duty: Doylestown, PA'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111034321483227476</id><published>2005-03-08T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:08:10.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI I'm a Blackberry Geek as well...</title><content type='html'>Had to test Blogging from my trusty verizon Blackberry. Looks like it works great. Thanks Mike Verizon Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea SAVE Y100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y100rocks.com"&gt;www.y100rocks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/~zero7213/Files/penguin.jpg" alt="Example" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111034321483227476?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111034321483227476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111034321483227476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111034321483227476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111034321483227476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/03/fyi-im-blackberry-geek-as-well.html' title='FYI I&apos;m a Blackberry Geek as well...'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111034267831286022</id><published>2005-03-08T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:31:18.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Things First</title><content type='html'>Name: Jim Fowler&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Network Engineer for Siemens, "not Seaman's The furniture store."&lt;br /&gt;Status: Married, No Kids Yet.&lt;br /&gt;Notes: I'm Not very interesting. I do/will have alot to say. You ask my friends, NO ONE can Shut me up half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot What the hell is up with Y100 in my hometown of Brotherly Love. "They" Some Media Empire, took the best alternative rock Radio Station off the Air and replaced it with some junk Hiphop station. This Blows. Sucks. Anyway SAVE Y100 go to &lt;a href="http://www.y100rocks.com"&gt;http://www.y100rocks.com&lt;/a&gt; and please sign the petition to get y100 back on the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111034267831286022?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111034267831286022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111034267831286022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111034267831286022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111034267831286022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/03/first-things-first.html' title='First Things First'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11326344.post-111034184144274734</id><published>2005-03-08T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:17:21.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow I created a Blog</title><content type='html'>I really don't know why I did it. I just figured I had some free time, even though I don't to tell everyone about Me and My life. So Buckle your Seat Belts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11326344-111034184144274734?l=jimfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/111034184144274734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11326344&amp;postID=111034184144274734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111034184144274734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11326344/posts/default/111034184144274734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimfowler.blogspot.com/2005/03/wow-i-created-blog.html' title='Wow I created a Blog'/><author><name>Jim Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004313277280479649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a770.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/13/l_1a92a88cd94622464ab3c0f7a7c67d81.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
