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Josh Poppas - Drums
Jamin Neff - Bass
Ben Rothermel - Guitar/Vocals
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| Ya know, xanga might pull this post down...but...I have converted to wordpress. Now, don't get all mussed up! It's an awesome place to be! Drop in sometime and let me know you're still alive and kicking!
http://cheeseball.wordpress.com/
Seeya around!
Ben
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| You know what? This is not your normal farewell xanga speech. This is a conversion address!
Come one come all, and join me on my journey back to Blogger! If you think that every blog's URL must begin with "http://www.xanga.com" then you are sadly mistaken! The wide world of blogging is at your fingertips and yet you settle for a squalid, advertisement ridden site?! Convert! CONVERT! For the day of judgement is nigh!
[ahem]
Yes, I am leaving xanga. No, I do not hold any bad feelings for xanga or its users. I would only like to point out that:
- Xanga's ads have been becoming worse (lingerie and love ads)
- Xanga's layout is horrible!
- Xanga will not let you change your sites layout to the extent of Bloggers current editing allowance.
I hope that you will consider switching over to Blogger, or any other reputable blogging system in the near future. Please leave me your blog ( ite address) as well so that I can keep in contact with you! I enjoy reading all of my friends blogs and keeping up to date with them! So farethee well Xanga, may you rest in peace.
You can find my blog at http://thecheesezone.blogspot.com. I hope you drop in and say hi once and a while!
In Christ alone,
Ben
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| Woohoo the weekend is here...and gone...almost. Man that stinks. But yahoo it isn't Monday yet! LOL.
Had an awesome weekend of work, concert, and church! I am now
headed off to youthgroup at Mike Kolsevich's house. Should be a
good time.
Hope yall's weekend is going great!
Ben
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- In Flanders fields the poppies blow
- Between the crosses, row on row,
- That mark our place; and in the sky
- The larks, still bravely singing, fly
- Scarce heard amid the guns below.
- We are the Dead. Short days ago
- We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
- Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
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In Flanders fields.
- Take up our quarrel with the foe:
- To you from failing hands we throw
- The torch; be yours to hold it high.
- If ye break faith with us who die
- We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
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In Flanders fields.
My sincere voice of thankfulness goes out to all the soldiers who fought for my freedom so that I may enjoy the holiday of Valentines day on this this bright February day.
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