tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55184146410057609972024-03-13T14:01:00.743-05:00James' BolgUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-35976820635532693422009-08-07T13:03:00.002-05:002009-08-07T13:23:34.573-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hH2EOzFIiSWOKnKcBW5mRrGtQx6WeyCbTH_WkCCsWNRIKkFNGyxpELqTAHVkI1GhU8yNGKJ9Zu9DKGh0Y12B_nLWrJfssOweTah4uKpgnq74DQ_WywTa2uhnu1fZG5CbQTqe3-Ax2QA/s1600-h/california02+005.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367286405780824338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hH2EOzFIiSWOKnKcBW5mRrGtQx6WeyCbTH_WkCCsWNRIKkFNGyxpELqTAHVkI1GhU8yNGKJ9Zu9DKGh0Y12B_nLWrJfssOweTah4uKpgnq74DQ_WywTa2uhnu1fZG5CbQTqe3-Ax2QA/s400/california02+005.JPG" /></a> My sister-in-law Tina invited us to go on a ride with her on her bus. We arrived at the bus yard at about 11 and headed for her bus. Here is a cute pic of Tina and Saraya walking hand in hand to our ride. Saraya loves her Aunt Tina!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0PGwGcKTNpqfR6arFH0wiXf_kaM1FdLfl3CstafhKxoPLwk49wktNupT0hVuKVUzKDRlqp5cIyGA2eyaj1O4Pszs5DyLdJQ_ZSoEgVs4y8XGzXV_ciu2iYGpROxYtf4elUm_hKct7hc/s1600-h/california02+011.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367286398122121666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0PGwGcKTNpqfR6arFH0wiXf_kaM1FdLfl3CstafhKxoPLwk49wktNupT0hVuKVUzKDRlqp5cIyGA2eyaj1O4Pszs5DyLdJQ_ZSoEgVs4y8XGzXV_ciu2iYGpROxYtf4elUm_hKct7hc/s400/california02+011.JPG" /></a><br />This is the inside of Tina's bus. Saraya wanted to ride in her own seat. As you can see, the bus is huge!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mIiiD1Ck-dsN2c_VUS4rThOJDnmIajHDT-godaPWYJECXqFPowtRBklsQ2cekEGGdkjcd1GlBGzBUfYs-O7vcW0x9mJ2LVd0lQY406vQvSpNL18I0BvycuQut6IIFxQYvQ2yIYFjZPA/s1600-h/california02+014.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367286376264811682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mIiiD1Ck-dsN2c_VUS4rThOJDnmIajHDT-godaPWYJECXqFPowtRBklsQ2cekEGGdkjcd1GlBGzBUfYs-O7vcW0x9mJ2LVd0lQY406vQvSpNL18I0BvycuQut6IIFxQYvQ2yIYFjZPA/s400/california02+014.JPG" /></a><br /><br />This mountain is called white face, and Tina took us to the new houses that were built up near the mountain.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozDmbOYFmUzVamJaqfcstaccpJacRmWKhuEXWKn-Dv94yuzEmCD_c-xxI3w_bEUOZp5GiKuOFeeiVNv27U9QB55KoL1NWICif-3IV-MvwVbZTbIaTNP1kfOQC8FiACVHjoNKuX7GN8BY/s1600-h/california02+020.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367286369253690306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozDmbOYFmUzVamJaqfcstaccpJacRmWKhuEXWKn-Dv94yuzEmCD_c-xxI3w_bEUOZp5GiKuOFeeiVNv27U9QB55KoL1NWICif-3IV-MvwVbZTbIaTNP1kfOQC8FiACVHjoNKuX7GN8BY/s400/california02+020.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Next we stopped at a park for a quick bathroom break, and Saraya got to play on the playground in this park.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTzI8aK-vMqJr83ks9gbgEBcCVxVXhSBfck9Kkq2_RKoEsDwcziOKoFiL6r7yj-3zF6V-7MYQhf1RitPO61AgfYl1kEGVlQPtmIxXyLDLwMV7AZNYMGkM-3t3Tlgnkf_pNX_RzSoIMwE/s1600-h/california02+021.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367286360876672290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTzI8aK-vMqJr83ks9gbgEBcCVxVXhSBfck9Kkq2_RKoEsDwcziOKoFiL6r7yj-3zF6V-7MYQhf1RitPO61AgfYl1kEGVlQPtmIxXyLDLwMV7AZNYMGkM-3t3Tlgnkf_pNX_RzSoIMwE/s400/california02+021.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Here is Saraya sitting right behind Tina as we were driving around. This is about the time when Saraya began to get a little tired of riding around.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-91686940753868303932009-08-05T15:13:00.003-05:002009-08-05T15:47:32.306-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXQONBj7s1fH4MlbGRP_4958lwViwK4IMRaqzQ6z1u2ZoDCWXF4nwxmmkmoeL_8CuDfUd5Dq8RgjA0fW4s4rH08BR_rjd2KXR8TEVaE0IjDif8AsZDyYxK1liw_hO_8a1WCInHbBH26E/s1600-h/calif01+016.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366577110694839362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXQONBj7s1fH4MlbGRP_4958lwViwK4IMRaqzQ6z1u2ZoDCWXF4nwxmmkmoeL_8CuDfUd5Dq8RgjA0fW4s4rH08BR_rjd2KXR8TEVaE0IjDif8AsZDyYxK1liw_hO_8a1WCInHbBH26E/s400/calif01+016.JPG" /></a> I don't have any pictures from the first 23 hours of driving because I was driving for most of it and just did not think to pull the camera out. The second day of our trip was not going to be so long, so Saraya and I took out time and even took a few pictures. They are in reverse order but it should be no big deal.<br /><br />This first one was taken when we stopped for gas, but mainly because Saraya had to go to the bathroom. There was a small Dinosaur museum behind the station. Pretty life like if I do say so myself. I thought it might have been Ken Hovens place, but it wasn't.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoFy-QSqAZ9do_sGTDfMn1Pt4BixWbEAdB1vpxRNOQKXUwvVStCHdmGJVv23cigeG4_FeKWnKWfWS2Hl1MErMcWqaqCzNdlVvKuRrvD_iFPWdmqMmsgFQFTDBqEp9IDDprd1l2CLOuyM/s1600-h/calif01+011.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366577099875774786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoFy-QSqAZ9do_sGTDfMn1Pt4BixWbEAdB1vpxRNOQKXUwvVStCHdmGJVv23cigeG4_FeKWnKWfWS2Hl1MErMcWqaqCzNdlVvKuRrvD_iFPWdmqMmsgFQFTDBqEp9IDDprd1l2CLOuyM/s400/calif01+011.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc_wom3z_3d8yMeXVnIkRcUS5yHhDQ4sb5aipW17t3a41OrH1YcGEQ_GSrUuWTSswex_v4AEHBimo6s-6WXMffSzbvogDnGZR4k7x0KmOs2AqWZJbxmdvw5_YzyR3J46jh_BgF45aW1Q/s1600-h/calif01+011.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366577090871740546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc_wom3z_3d8yMeXVnIkRcUS5yHhDQ4sb5aipW17t3a41OrH1YcGEQ_GSrUuWTSswex_v4AEHBimo6s-6WXMffSzbvogDnGZR4k7x0KmOs2AqWZJbxmdvw5_YzyR3J46jh_BgF45aW1Q/s400/calif01+011.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We also stopped at a rest stop, again because Saraya had to go to the bathroom. Saraya wanted me to take a picture of this sign, so I did. I don't know why it downloaded 2 of these pictures, but it did and I don't know how to take it off.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkE_7wQ1004lZwRNKVlHY4-zP4zJgteYmVIVukGhyphenhyphenp5f21N11gFJcy_O6Rr-StjOy5NRFKvnVXhcviAdTFA6Tr7Fr-c12EGomTYWjmV1qL5yCMutDAv4FEU-YwMfkgQRADuufMY9Xv_U/s1600-h/calif01+010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366577086638903778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkE_7wQ1004lZwRNKVlHY4-zP4zJgteYmVIVukGhyphenhyphenp5f21N11gFJcy_O6Rr-StjOy5NRFKvnVXhcviAdTFA6Tr7Fr-c12EGomTYWjmV1qL5yCMutDAv4FEU-YwMfkgQRADuufMY9Xv_U/s400/calif01+010.JPG" /></a><br />Saraya wanted to get a rock to remember our trip by. She said my rock, which is the one near the bottom, was not as good as her rock. By the way, she has already lost hers.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKKFiz2cWZtk4RfkO-ULziGrIUOmShn9uOvyTVd67mhk8KPAU14sR0Kz9Jjp40cgQpR-YJN-ojyhEVaNiXqYoKF5gGnNKkT4nfcIFweyl4sYnlg4yypgCt09RMOnIpVy_R6NB4vh5fmM/s1600-h/calif01+001.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366577079464515714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKKFiz2cWZtk4RfkO-ULziGrIUOmShn9uOvyTVd67mhk8KPAU14sR0Kz9Jjp40cgQpR-YJN-ojyhEVaNiXqYoKF5gGnNKkT4nfcIFweyl4sYnlg4yypgCt09RMOnIpVy_R6NB4vh5fmM/s400/calif01+001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is Saraya posing at the rest stop. She liked the mountains a lot. This part of California is mainly desert.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-78527341863077955012009-07-24T11:40:00.002-05:002009-07-24T14:35:06.574-05:00Guys night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsK4U7CA8zgPfgKKwhMpZb7SWUWhZ8xG9ukzqHHhbX6S02O5BnL2xmJgRKxfpvqS87lPExL84SHf8Or45YAncZF2muMmWgBsKcHDbKsHP6__t7pW5PJCO8bF8RF53JAKg-QVmrgt_mRKA/s1600-h/wed+night+bball.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsK4U7CA8zgPfgKKwhMpZb7SWUWhZ8xG9ukzqHHhbX6S02O5BnL2xmJgRKxfpvqS87lPExL84SHf8Or45YAncZF2muMmWgBsKcHDbKsHP6__t7pW5PJCO8bF8RF53JAKg-QVmrgt_mRKA/s400/wed+night+bball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362069868334298578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wednesday night a bunch of the guys from Crossroads church got together at the local school gym and played some basketball. I would just like to share a few things I learned that night with all of you. I learned that I can no longer play like I did when I was in my 20's, or even like I am in my 30's. I learned that I can still out muscle anyone in the paint, but I can't out jump them. I learned, or maybe just was reminded that when you are not as quick as you used to be that you can make up for it by playing dirtier. This was not a big surprise, but again, just another reminder of reality, just because you wear a Kobe jersey doesn't mean you will play like Kobe. I learned that when you shave your head you no longer have anything to help stop the sweat from running into your eyes. So I am on the lookout for a really cool headband, I am thinking black with a Nike swoosh. Finally I learned that 30 minutes on the elliptical machine only equals 4 minutes straight on the basketball court.<br /><br />All that being said, it was a great time for the guys to get together and have some fun. I was also reminded how much guys connect when they are playing sports or doing some kind of activity together. Unlike women, we like to have something to connect around. It just makes the whole process so much easier for us. It seems like for women that talking can be the activities, where as we men seem to need to either beat on each other or light heartily make fun of each other before we feel like we have made a real connection. Because of that I just have to say thank you to Jay Lewis for making himself available for both activities through his basketball skills.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-27391552112479797812009-07-08T16:06:00.002-05:002009-07-08T16:12:01.473-05:00kid conversationsMe - Saraya you sure stayed with your mom at work for a long time today!<br />Saraya - I know<br />Me - You must have been having a lot of fun, what were you doing?<br />Saraya - mostly just being bored.<br />Me - well what did you do that was fun?<br />Saraya - I talked to the man that fixed the toilet. He was nice.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-10804782695266370362009-07-08T13:26:00.004-05:002009-07-08T14:17:14.557-05:00The 4th<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNg0qnJSZPsZ-G37UNkTAeKlVXHYv2iZ_US6GyeG-721DyDYNOyR4Q5Tf6tMdZ9dQhhl1KoZ1Ogd_VBuFSC2Vhw0rtFL6amefn4rx7moOMaFzcKcwFO_ngrJNAqJVTelu4SNQzhUUQsQ/s1600-h/trolly+ride.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356158136449208370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNg0qnJSZPsZ-G37UNkTAeKlVXHYv2iZ_US6GyeG-721DyDYNOyR4Q5Tf6tMdZ9dQhhl1KoZ1Ogd_VBuFSC2Vhw0rtFL6amefn4rx7moOMaFzcKcwFO_ngrJNAqJVTelu4SNQzhUUQsQ/s400/trolly+ride.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Love & Theft was playing in Memphis on Mud Island the night of the 4th, and because Dana's cousin Stephen is in the band, we went to go and support him and the family and to have some fun. It was great getting to see that side of the family and spend part of the day with them because we don't get to see them that much and we always have a good time with them. If you live in the South I don't have to tell you that it was really humid and hot on that day. We took any opportunity we could to not walk and to be in air conditioning. Here we are riding one of the down town trolleys. Even though we did not have to walk, the trolley was not air conditioned and was crowded which made the heat even worse.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFhm3fSSSqKP07XCi8j4cXSHq7dRB3Ao5NMUfFnET1FfrXSFvtrnpbuyPBhUINdi8lcj2FB_g68oH326tvjgtfeuJlDmDDX8vXGgP2VS0tVtSE4ivkK0MHcAxVO4xToPe10H_NxXmjEQ/s1600-h/Love+%26+Theft01.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356158139677993682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFhm3fSSSqKP07XCi8j4cXSHq7dRB3Ao5NMUfFnET1FfrXSFvtrnpbuyPBhUINdi8lcj2FB_g68oH326tvjgtfeuJlDmDDX8vXGgP2VS0tVtSE4ivkK0MHcAxVO4xToPe10H_NxXmjEQ/s400/Love+%26+Theft01.jpg" /></a><br />After we ate we went over to Mud Island and watched the guys in concert and the fire works that started right after they got done singing. Stephen is the one in the middle, and I think he was the best in his row! If you know me at all, you know that I hate country music, but a lot of L.N.T. songs are not very country, and I enjoyed listening to most of it. However, it was still very hot and muggy even though the Sun went down. After it was over we went and hung out with Stephen and the family for a while. A good time was had by all.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5aQe7S_XKF1JggCgjk6wjRWxgRZWJpmhbr97amsdlWh2nuOs5yKgW068QF0mnu59gCXrtempeH4KsZWTw_rTWFdFKsYgPdY2sFqB5Z9ZJkszHnpYa16QxtiyMyQmHD3mOVwzEMAm4BQ/s1600-h/long+walk.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356158142587418706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5aQe7S_XKF1JggCgjk6wjRWxgRZWJpmhbr97amsdlWh2nuOs5yKgW068QF0mnu59gCXrtempeH4KsZWTw_rTWFdFKsYgPdY2sFqB5Z9ZJkszHnpYa16QxtiyMyQmHD3mOVwzEMAm4BQ/s400/long+walk.jpg" /></a>On the way over to Mud Island you can take the mono rail thing, which costs $4.00 per person or you can walk the bridge for free. We chose to walk over. By the time we were leaving they were shutting the Island down and were letting you ride back for free. So we rushed and got on only to stand in the crowded car and wait. The thing was getting full and what they called air conditioning was not working very well unless you were standing right in front of it. Everyone was getting a little impatient and was just wondering what the hold up was. I have to admit that I was wondering why we were still waiting, but I was truly thankful that we were getting a free ride back. After about 10 minutes of waiting, I guess a lady had had enough. She marched out of the doors and began yelling at the employees that were standing around talking to each other. She complained that there were a lot of kids in there just suffering in the heat and that they needed to get across to get them home and they needed to stop messing around and get us going! She was not nice or even diplomatic about it. I can honestly say that I was not thinking the same things she was thinking, but I have to admit that in other situations I have thought the same kind of things. It was really shocking to hear it out loud. I was embarrassed to be represented by her words and even more embarrassed that at other times my thoughts had been as harsh. There is just something about how it sounds out loud that lets you truly know how abusive, impatient, and sinful we can be sometimes. </div><div></div><div>One of the employees got on and started us on our way. I felt so bad about what the lady had said to him that I apologized for her and said thank you for giving us a ride back for free. I just wanted him to know that not everyone on there thought the same way. I wanted him to know that I realized that they did not have to give us a ride at all, and that waiting a little while was ok. Some times it seems we are so impatient. We have so much that we start to think that we deserve stuff when we really don't. Not a single person on the monorail paid anything for the ride and we should have been willing to wait a little while for the privilege. At times in my life I am so unthankful for what I have and so focused on what I don't have. It's good to have a reminder some times of how ugly sounding our thoughts truly can be. </div><div></div><div>Lord help me to be thankful and not feel entitled.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-19148885454460638692009-06-16T12:36:00.002-05:002009-06-16T12:43:56.543-05:00PerspectiveI just read a post that a friend of mine wrote to let everyone know how his wife is doing. His wife has cancer and has not been doing well for some time. At the end of the post he said he was hoping and praying for a good day for her today. Reading that made me remember what my prayers have been about today, and allowed me to put my wants and needs in perspective. It's amazing how our desires and needs are shaped by where you are in life. Some times I am so selfish and petty. Thank you God for perspective. Lord please give a good day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-32861852998245014312009-06-02T11:09:00.003-05:002009-06-02T12:02:28.957-05:00voices in my headIt's so important to hear God in your life. We should always be listening to his voice so we know what it sounds like and we know Him better. The more we read His word, the more we learn about Him and His voice. The more we know about Him, the easier it is to recognize His voice when He speaks to us through others and through our own thoughts. By practicing this, I have been reminded of another byproduct that comes from knowing my God's voice. I can recognize when He is not speaking to me. I can remember a time when I herd a voice prompting me, tempting me, encouraging me, and I gave in. Right after that I thought to myself, I got you! I know you are not my God and I know what you sound like now. Before then I knew when it wasn't my savior talking to me, but I had never put a name or a person to the voice. I had never singled out a voice in my head that was not God's but also was not my own desires talking to me. It makes me think of when Jesus responded to Peter in Matthew 16:23 after Peter tried to rebuke Jesus about his journey to the cross and his death. Jesus did not answer Peter but talked directly to that voice. He said "Get behind Me, Satan!". My prayer now is that I will be as quick to answer no to that same voice when he speaks to me.<br /><br /><br /><br />I got you now!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-32008796909137187992009-05-20T13:03:00.003-05:002009-05-20T13:15:35.349-05:00The tooth hurts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnA9tKVw_sNbX0El8NM8HpAVMdeIY12cUR9GmVKacpeJgRbxSxgHqxnlYwsMTRYnjQbZIhNesGo1F2N3KS4HeTkmJPowogUQXF7-p4cbsm26KJCQc1uQQHAD3WBbbdxSjC-qMEqD5hQQ/s1600-h/Mothers+day-loose+tooth+063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337971223798805874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnA9tKVw_sNbX0El8NM8HpAVMdeIY12cUR9GmVKacpeJgRbxSxgHqxnlYwsMTRYnjQbZIhNesGo1F2N3KS4HeTkmJPowogUQXF7-p4cbsm26KJCQc1uQQHAD3WBbbdxSjC-qMEqD5hQQ/s400/Mothers+day-loose+tooth+063.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2i1gPnNhed-jrUVNgEtS5EuGH0KBbkQtqZCUjXMaqzGqDamnLjYisEtO6t7lTJLtWmPgF0qvXJ2Cu-8439TU59HLYbF9yRsai7TuM-qxinqUZ6bA3btViSPAYXRXIjkD-UokaLQFlyY/s1600-h/Mothers+day-loose+tooth+065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337968666699726962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2i1gPnNhed-jrUVNgEtS5EuGH0KBbkQtqZCUjXMaqzGqDamnLjYisEtO6t7lTJLtWmPgF0qvXJ2Cu-8439TU59HLYbF9yRsai7TuM-qxinqUZ6bA3btViSPAYXRXIjkD-UokaLQFlyY/s400/Mothers+day-loose+tooth+065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><p>It happened, my little girl lost her first tooth. When I picked her up from school her teacher said that it poped out while she was out on the playground, and sadly they could not find it even though they looked and looked. </p><br /><p>All of the kids in her class were really excited because she is the first of them to have lost a tooth. Either she is really advanced, or she has lived to long in Arkansas. I choose to believe she is advanced. </p><br /><p>Her teacher also told her that she could write a not and put it under her pillow instead of the tooth, and that the tooth fairy would except it and leave her some money. We had not told her anything about a tooth fairy. So last night she drew a tooth fairy, a tooth and a $5 bill on a peace of paper. She then explained to me and her mother when we asked why she thought she was going to get $5, that the Tooth fairy gave you what you asked her for. </p><br /><p>I wonder how she is going to draw a $5 bill on the next tooth she looses.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-63626611365040652662009-05-20T12:42:00.003-05:002009-05-20T13:02:49.163-05:00tattoo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcD7WBzHCjAQpArVcygCkl9zLYk8pHHpA_0vSqlYkcT1Se51BxI-pi1ejhALJVPs4yE7K8IPOa3DqAIPVdjt0MjTAPyMlbgXFbhrPzbcVajgIxDZqWoj6QrpOCYH1tQrrVwkEL2FL8N4/s1600-h/tatoo+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337963863592100578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcD7WBzHCjAQpArVcygCkl9zLYk8pHHpA_0vSqlYkcT1Se51BxI-pi1ejhALJVPs4yE7K8IPOa3DqAIPVdjt0MjTAPyMlbgXFbhrPzbcVajgIxDZqWoj6QrpOCYH1tQrrVwkEL2FL8N4/s400/tatoo+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Saraya likes the Justice League cartoon. In fact when it first came on we would sit and watch it together. We don't watch it much anymore because they are all re-runs, and we have seen all of them about 5 times each. She still likes them, and some of her favorites are Wonder Woman, Supergirl, and Superman. Dana had gotten Saraya some tattoo's over a year ago to put in her Christmas stocking, which she forgot about and never put in. While cleaning out her closet, Dana found them so of course Saraya had to put one on and wanted me to put one on to. So she chose Wonder Woman and I put on Superman.</div><div> </div><div>Monday came and while I was at the gym putting on my work out clothes, I discovered that the colorful little Superman tattoo was still on my shoulder and all I had packed in my gym bag was a sleeveless shirt. Awesome! Now I could show off my super great tattoo for all in the gym to see. I got plenty of people taking a second look, but only one brave sole actually asked me about it. </div><div> </div><div>I would do it again if she asked me to.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-37881544368689060452009-05-15T09:10:00.003-05:002009-05-15T11:33:21.499-05:00Art show<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3i5UGd6VXMTEm0WUvHa6S6wkmnB-aFUyHZtY4QIW3ly6aeWyMBB4fORPbagkzDOixxyzNTij37ydvXBOVJ2DsRXfRCtF09VBGPYwyKWPdbmkjdLyZx1XBNU8GmZ7sUN7b7k6RcGojsE/s1600-h/Saraya+art+show+%26+class+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336054280333367922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3i5UGd6VXMTEm0WUvHa6S6wkmnB-aFUyHZtY4QIW3ly6aeWyMBB4fORPbagkzDOixxyzNTij37ydvXBOVJ2DsRXfRCtF09VBGPYwyKWPdbmkjdLyZx1XBNU8GmZ7sUN7b7k6RcGojsE/s400/Saraya+art+show+%26+class+024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Last night Was Saraya's Pre-K art show at Central. The halls and the gym walls were filled with art work from the kids. Here she is standing in front of a peace that her whole class participated in.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7YkHh0vAr8mFeg0EbrJ_JtFHm4yTCQzs7eEnIAaZ_OELmd6FheIcIw5ONEhe5uLsbLUTvWKKa6oDjvlGlPiOZGyzU6SyCd25_tKzNm6rEriXxpdWHyhWJf2iMEo9_3-tD8kWizG6Ey8U/s1600-h/Saraya+art+show+%26+class+033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336054275785191394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7YkHh0vAr8mFeg0EbrJ_JtFHm4yTCQzs7eEnIAaZ_OELmd6FheIcIw5ONEhe5uLsbLUTvWKKa6oDjvlGlPiOZGyzU6SyCd25_tKzNm6rEriXxpdWHyhWJf2iMEo9_3-tD8kWizG6Ey8U/s400/Saraya+art+show+%26+class+033.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>These are a few paintings from Saraya's blue green phase and her foray into her orange period. All of her stuff was good, probably better then any of the other stuff there, but I really think she excels at wood carving. Below is a little piece she worked on, and I think it turned out really good for a 5 year old.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJh_AF-5HG-U41kZ0L5hbkYnrcix2PgMq7jyeUCC5AmXUEnoNLt0uEgKAnf3K4UBkaCuvwMCexMVf5Ahu2hp5GsqgitK4P_y8QTxIo9PQbCRPXABv5J3B8P-gRLIbzY15E0JDn1KOg6vI/s1600-h/Saraya+art+show+%26+class+050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336054269414745762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJh_AF-5HG-U41kZ0L5hbkYnrcix2PgMq7jyeUCC5AmXUEnoNLt0uEgKAnf3K4UBkaCuvwMCexMVf5Ahu2hp5GsqgitK4P_y8QTxIo9PQbCRPXABv5J3B8P-gRLIbzY15E0JDn1KOg6vI/s400/Saraya+art+show+%26+class+050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-32724804680834576182009-05-13T16:52:00.002-05:002009-05-13T17:04:05.766-05:00No clueJust watched a show about Jacob. Because it is the History channel, they only used Jewish Rabbi's to comment and shed light on the life of Jacob. They came to the part where Jacob wrestled with God, and they claimed that this encounter with this person is a mystery that all are confused about to this day. The Rabbi stated that it could not have been God (the Father) because Jacob would have been utterly destroyed, but because of His Devine nature, it could not just be a man, so it must have been an angel sent by God. For a brief moment I was confused by what had been said. But then I quickly realized that it makes perfect sense why they claim to have no idea who this mysterious person is. It's because they refuse to see the truth of Jesus the Christ, 100% God and 100% man.<br /><br />I am still amazed at how people refuse to see and hear truth.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-24936135051281939112009-04-25T16:17:00.003-05:002009-04-25T22:06:23.964-05:00Taylor concert<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSU31U9qEmdDW9fc2EZlAlka5otA2ux1uvWarNHSjEG29rBbymZNZrc2kmiptA3gj8_Qf1HIg_OweEJzZI8GqSy2HM6ytbACdxiQ9robYyTHmM35SUx3Rf_B00gVa16tn6YqjubHBpxY0/s1600-h/D&S&T.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328741742675390690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSU31U9qEmdDW9fc2EZlAlka5otA2ux1uvWarNHSjEG29rBbymZNZrc2kmiptA3gj8_Qf1HIg_OweEJzZI8GqSy2HM6ytbACdxiQ9robYyTHmM35SUx3Rf_B00gVa16tn6YqjubHBpxY0/s400/D&S&T.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Last night Saraya and Dana got to go to the Taylor Swift concert. They also got a special treat. Dana has a cousin, Stephen, who we are close with, who is in the country band Love & Theft. Last year L&T opened up for Taylor on a lot of her tour. As a result, Stephen and Taylor became close friends and Taylor even wrote a song about Steven called "hey Stephen" which is on her new album. So Steven was nice enough to get a couple of passes for Saraya and Dana to go back stage and meet Taylor. Saraya seems to be impressed the most by the fact that Taylor knew Dana's name. She has told the story to everyone she has talked to about the concert. </p><p>All and all she had a great time, but I got a text from Dana about 10 last night asking if I could come to the concert and pick up Saraya. She was tired and her knees were hurting her. I went and got her and she told me all about the fun she had, but she was ready to go home even though Taylor was not done singing. I guess the moral of the story is that Taylor is great, but when a little girl gets tired even Taylor Swift's star is not shiny enough. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-50267708137618810332009-04-15T14:39:00.005-05:002009-04-15T15:15:38.239-05:00Pirates & Gorillas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf6IsA6fbCmAwE0lSvo3CyyDVRbkAIc1yhyphenhyphenH4vV78JaANqukBQ_JFJG6oTW44nrzlPdSdOsKcGEM5c9Z8ebS7JXIldVYFxEjGFq1_yIPZKpb4lULzeDl2vyCUBEgNTvNrj31obHk1se3E/s1600-h/pirate03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325013725185267458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf6IsA6fbCmAwE0lSvo3CyyDVRbkAIc1yhyphenhyphenH4vV78JaANqukBQ_JFJG6oTW44nrzlPdSdOsKcGEM5c9Z8ebS7JXIldVYFxEjGFq1_yIPZKpb4lULzeDl2vyCUBEgNTvNrj31obHk1se3E/s400/pirate03.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325013723940182610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDwzohyphenhyphenWvSlLlvgTKEOWviGQOaNZtdbjQej0TLephwky5inSJEn3IrkD7ouJfD7Wc8dQnsawzu_Mj0mgMV3sNTZVVBVdB-G4donxigKb3IePgRdXtXsEy6ZDh7s4zvapKIbQ6HtlMnF4/s400/gorilla02.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The other morning, Saraya was in my room while the news was on the TV. It was the morning they were reporting about a boat being attacked and prisoners taken. When the reporter was describing the attackers he used the term "pirates". I happened to look over at Saraya and the look on her face said everything. She then asked me if there were any Pirates in Jonesboro, with a really worried look on her face. I tried to assure her that the people they were talking about were not pirates like she was thinking, but I could not get the point across to her, so I just assured her that there were no pirates any where near us and that she was safe. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The incident reminded me of when I was small and saw a lot of reports on the news about "gorillas" attacking people, in what looked like jungle to me. I never asked any questions about it, but I thought that actual gorillas were attacking people in the jungle. I remember thinking, why do those people keep going into the jungle if there are crazy gorillas out there attacking people? I also remember seeing men in green clothing with guns tromping around in the jungle while they were reporting on it, and I thought, good, they have some men out there trying to stop those crazy gorillas. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I think that kids are unable to see reality some times because of their limitations. Adults on the other hand just refuse to see reality because they don't want to. To often I let my view on reality cloud my judgment and then I foolishly act on it. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I hate when that happens!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-77435619067830214192009-04-09T11:42:00.004-05:002009-04-09T11:59:33.918-05:00Taming the tongue<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxYXHgum-sZat05peKE_LKkjBKlx5VakMMsYJqTMPc-vFLcQFD-1TzgKUE6m0NW4pbhaaZoHdisQGrKi2-UZUxKlbz_jPvydAVuAXXL-4cIYPH09VdItys8lOrKSIUY_Y8EDynA9EuV4/s1600-h/footmouth01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322733389063244930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxYXHgum-sZat05peKE_LKkjBKlx5VakMMsYJqTMPc-vFLcQFD-1TzgKUE6m0NW4pbhaaZoHdisQGrKi2-UZUxKlbz_jPvydAVuAXXL-4cIYPH09VdItys8lOrKSIUY_Y8EDynA9EuV4/s400/footmouth01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I did it again, I managed to hurt someones feelings with my big mouth. Last night was our small group night, we call them cell groups, and we had a pretty good one. That is until we started taking prayer requests. A member of our group was sharing something important with us, and I was just not paying close enough attention to the conversation and did not realize what was being shared. So, I made some dumb joke, which had nothing to do with the request that was being shared, and made some other members laugh and talk. This of course ended up hurting that one members feelings, which I did not mean, and would never do on purpose.<br /><br />Why do I do this? This same thing is something I have struggled with for many years. I just let my mouth get away from me and it gets me in trouble. When I realized what I had done, I went and apologized, and I have no doubt that our relationship will survive. While this was a good opportunity for us to practice some confrontation skills, I am going to try me best to avoid this same mistake in the future. However, I am sure I will one day do it again and have to end up apologizing once again for my words. It is amazing how powerful words can be, and not just what words, but how we say them and even at what time we say them. This has also been a good reminder to me to make sure I am aware of the seriousness of certain situations.<br /><br />You know, some times life is hard, and some times I make it even harder.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-3025253444556550542009-04-08T14:57:00.002-05:002009-04-08T15:13:49.506-05:00Soccer star......Not!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2NzGlHeZUuZV_ZBdWJOfqoa9ezO2FVKy0trJMgK4-BPIEXyLA89cHiburbLXHigEWrX9TYjkMTUvouQd-AmkLcpJRAkpWr3NynNIa0n6vqK1330rm6cCfclM_bKBUN0-t7v0HdkEKCXc/s1600-h/soccer1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322412398756169490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2NzGlHeZUuZV_ZBdWJOfqoa9ezO2FVKy0trJMgK4-BPIEXyLA89cHiburbLXHigEWrX9TYjkMTUvouQd-AmkLcpJRAkpWr3NynNIa0n6vqK1330rm6cCfclM_bKBUN0-t7v0HdkEKCXc/s400/soccer1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Well, yesterday was Saraya's first Soccer practice. Let me just say that it was not a huge success. For most of it she tried to do what the coach told her to, without taking her hands out of her sweat shirt pockets. In her defense, it was cold and windy, and she was playing soccer, so her hands really weren't needed. </p><p> </p><p>At one point, the coach decided he would split them up and try a scrimmage. This was not a good idea! Not a single one of them had the remotest idea of what to do, and Saraya just stood there with her hands in her pockets watching the other kids chase and try to kick the ball. When I walked over to her and tried to encourage her to get in there and play, she started to cry and ran to me. Saying that she wanted to go home. Even though I wanted to give into her, I made her get back in there and try.</p><p>On the way home, she cried again and said that she never wanted to play soccer and didn't know why I was making her. I told her that she could not just sit at home and do nothing, to which she responded that she just didn't want to play any sports. (that hurt a little to hear)</p><p>We are going to continue to make her play. She has never been very good with new things. She still wont eat skittles because they have an "S" on them instead of the "M" she is used to. Once she gets used to it, I think she will do fine. Plus her friend E is on her team and once he goes to practice with her, I think it will be much easier for her. </p><p>She may not ever love sports, or be a soccer star. But I think it's good for her to get used to trying new things. We can't go through life being afraid to try, and I don't want my daughter crippled by her fears later in life just because it was easier for me to protect her.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-61280356418378731402009-04-03T15:04:00.002-05:002009-04-03T15:36:00.504-05:00group lifeI am a part of 2 small groups. One of them is on Wednesday nights and the other is on Thursday nights. The Wed night group has been going for a while and everyone in it kinda knows how small group is done and helps make sure that it runs smoothly.<br /> The Thursday night group is a very new group. They are both new to our church and new to small group life. They are the perfect example of the busyness the world loves to put us through. My Wednesday night group meets around 6 and we are usually all headed home by 8:30. The Thursday night group is so busy and their schedules are so packed that we have pushed the start time back to 8:00, and most of them don't usually show up until 8:30. By the time we eat, talk and just get people settled down enough to start, it's at least 9 or some times even 9:30. Don't get me wrong, I love my Thursday night group, but most of the time it is really a struggle to concentrate on what God has for us that night for longer then a 5 minute stretch. There seems to always be something. I am not complaining, because I have seen some great things come from the times when we do concentrate on God, but last night I was just hit with the reality that a small group home study is not a natural thing with all people.<br /><br /> When new people come into an existing group they can just sit back and fallow the lead of the other members that know what to do. When you start a new group with all new members, you find out quickly that things you take for granted are sometimes things that your group does not even think about.<br /><br /> Again, I'm not complaining, I am just reminded that modern day Christianity is a culture in itself. With habits and norms that are especially particular to that culture. I am just hoping that I never get too caught up in all of that, making me unable to reach out to the lost, unchurched or to just some people that are new. It's a little tougher some times, but well worth it.<br /><br /> Just last night we had a child come down stairs and lay across both parents and fall asleep, another child texting the asleep child, the mother of the child answering the text, a conversation about cell phones, a breast feeding, diaper change, conversation about hair and pictures, burping, light discussion about burping, and an unsanctioned bathroom break. All of this occurred during the 20 minutes or so we were trying to have a lesson.<br /><br /> I think God used the time though! It's all good.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-29880177654140596252009-04-01T11:42:00.002-05:002009-04-01T12:21:33.012-05:00I'M BACK! <br /> <br /> I know, it's been a while since my last post. I got really busy for a while, and then I just got out of the habit of blogging. Then it became a thing. It was this thing I was avoiding because it was hanging over my head. I knew I needed to get on here and post something, but there had been so much time since the last post that it seemed like it had piled up and it was to much for me to want to deal with. So I just avoided it. I even avoided reading any blogs. It was like when I was in Jr. high, and I had a big project that was coming due, and I had put it off for so long that I just didn't know where to start because there was so much to do and not enough time to do it all. So you just keep putting it off until the next day, and when tomorrow comes, you just put it off until the next day.<br /> So I decided to just forget about catching up on anything and start new. I may or may not post anything from the past few months. Besides, I don't think anyone reads my blog that does not have regular contact with me anyway. So all 4 of you know what has been going on with my life anyway.<br /> At least I have started, and now it should not be that difficult to continue on posting. Now I just have the pressure to constantly come up with good stuff to post. Will it never end?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-63486494027935988492008-12-11T10:50:00.003-06:002008-12-11T12:47:32.665-06:00Dyson sucks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4utFu9dY3-nFxdBJp6r6ok_YHt7hDjM6YLbJhBY0wXmzbReIUribJRYs7gYuCfP9KaO860tJyTC3-IayqurGpyMWjnT57kBaGfIKEj7_QD4K7jHH5muvDvnWbkgH27kxjER0XnTFtC6Q/s1600-h/dyson01.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4utFu9dY3-nFxdBJp6r6ok_YHt7hDjM6YLbJhBY0wXmzbReIUribJRYs7gYuCfP9KaO860tJyTC3-IayqurGpyMWjnT57kBaGfIKEj7_QD4K7jHH5muvDvnWbkgH27kxjER0XnTFtC6Q/s400/dyson01.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278576499926089634" border="0" /></a><br />Have you seen the Dyson commercials? They are all pretty much the same. They show the product working and they show the Dyson guy talking about the product. Well, that guy weirds me out. He creeps me out all most as much as that scary little girl that used to do the grape juice commercials about 10 years ago. Their is just something about the Dyson guys voice combined with his vampire like looks that makes me uneasy every time I see his commercial, and he talks with an accent that isn't quite an accent from anywhere in particular, but just not where you are from. I even bet that people in the UK wonder where he is really from. He always tells his storey about how he was sitting around thinking about his vacuum one day, when he stumbled on an idea to make him rich, I mean to make the vacuum suck better. I want to know what kind of a person sits around just thinking about their vacuum cleaner?? Now he claims to have reinvented the wheel, in the form of this revolutionary ball that the new Dyson rolls around on. I am sure it works great, but in truth, I have never had any trouble maneuvering my vacuum around chairs and stuff. It's not like a small child ever jumps out between my chair and couch chasing after a bouncing ball, directly in the path of my speeding Hoover. I have never had to swerve out of the way of a wild deer that appeared, out of no where in the middle of my living room right in front of my vacuuming path. I really do not see the need to be able to turn on a dime with my vacuum. Most of my vacuuming is done in a straight line, and most of the things I vacuum around are of a squarish nature.<br /><br />I can say that the Dyson guy, while being super creepy, has done a great job taking something some one else has invented and made it better. Not many people can invent something absolutely new, but almost anyone can take something that is already there and make it a little bit better. We in the Church need to become masters at doing the very same thing. We need to always be looking at the things we are doing and continually ask ourselves, "how can we make this better?". If we practiced this skill more, we would not find our selves so out of date and not in touch with mainstream culture. We don't have to compromise our beliefs to not get bogged down with out of date tradition that no longer fits our needs or ministers to the lost.<br /><br />So, I just want to say, thank you Mr. Dyson. Your a little creepy, but we all should be fallowing your lead to make things a little better.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-64566439385126043612008-12-10T11:51:00.004-06:002008-12-10T13:00:40.758-06:00Stand up for the RockI love listening to music. I am not a great singer, as my daughter has let me know by asking me to stop singing please, and when I asked her why me and not Mom, she told me that Mom sings good and I do not. But I do like to sing in the car when no one is riding with me. I have loved music as long as I can remember, and have always wished I was more musically inclined. When I was in Jr. High, I joined the school band and played the trumpet. I spent most of my time in band goofing off with my friend Matt. We would joke around, flirt with the girls, and spit wads of paper through straws into the tuba when the band director was not looking. So anyway, I was listening to the radio while driving, and a country song came on the station I was listening to. If you do not know me very well, you may not know that I hate country music. You see, I grew up listening to rock music with some 70's folk type music mixed in. Now it seems like that every station you listen to plays a little bit of everything. My thing is that if I wanted to listen to country music, I would have the radio on a station that only plays country music. I don't know for sure, but I am pretty positive that the country stations are not slipping in a Journey song every once in a while, or a Justin Timberlake song. Why then, when I am listening to the style of music I like am I expected to suffer through a Taylor Swift or Rascal Fats song? It just seems crazy to me. It's kind of like going to your favorite Mexican restaurant and ordering a meal, and when you get your food you find out they have slipped a couple of egg rolls on your plate. Just because a lot of people like egg rolls does not mean that I want to eat egg rolls with my burrito.<br /><br />The hole situation made me think of how tolerant and inclusive we are expected to be. I am all about loving people where they are the way Jesus did, but I do not have to accept behaviors I know to be wrong. Just because someone wants to justify their behavior by declaring it wright in their own eyes, and then screaming "don't you dare judge me!", does not mean that it magically became OK for them to do wrong. It is critical that we remember that God is the one who declairs if something is OK or not, and it does not magically become fine for someone to sin just because they have declared it not sin. We are also under no obligation to accept their behavior as acceptable just because they claim to think it is OK. In fact God expects us to stand up for what is right, and take a stand for Him. Jesus loved people, but he was not some week namby pamby non confrontational person that slid through life never offending anyone and never calling out any one about their sin. In fact if you read the Bible, you will find a lot of examples where Jesus called people out about their sin. He got right in the face of the woman that came to get water at the well he was resting at. He wasn't "fine" with her behavior, he put it out there and forgave her and told her to go and sin no more. That's the key to the whole thing, how can we share the forgiveness that Jesus offers if we are declaring with our actions, or with our silence and acceptance, that their is no sin, just a difference of beliefs and morals. That is why Jesus was so hard on the Pharisees, they believed that they were innocent of all sins. If we are never forced to face our sin, the realization that we are lost in our sin, their can be no forgiveness. More men die of cancer then women because they refuse to admit that they are sick, and they wait until the last minute to go to the doctor. By that time whatever they have has advanced to such a state that there is not a lot of options for them. That is why Jesus said he came to heal the sick, not the well. We all are sick with sin, but some people just refuse to admit to themselves that they are.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-916109403423676762008-11-26T12:46:00.002-06:002008-11-26T13:31:00.578-06:00Getting SchooledWhenever I can, I substitute teach. Yesterday I had to opportunity to teach at the local high school in an English class. During lunch several students came in to eat their lunch in my classroom. It seems that the teacher I was subbing for is a well liked teacher and allows students to spend their lunch time with her. One male student was talking, and explaining the mysteries of life to a few of the other students, and of course was talking loud enough so all of us in the room could benefit from his vast experience and wisdom. It seems that one of his other teachers is a Christen and was trying to share Christ, in a little bit of a pushy way, with one of her classes. He was giving us the low down of the conversation and sharing his displeasure with her and her message. He exclaimed that he was an atheist, and that he was not going to believe in some God who only wanted to make everyone exactly like himself, and that doing so even went against his very own laws. Of course, fighting against my shy nature, I had to say something about the subject to the young man. I told him that it sounded like he did not know much about the subject of God, and that he should be more informed before he made such statements. To which he did not have anything to say. He just kind of looked at me with a blank expression. Then I think his mind wandered, because he turned around and started talking about something else after saying something under his breath about his other teacher and her pushing her beliefs on to him.<br /><br />Two things about this situation bug me. One is that people always seem to think that everyone around them automatically shares there views and opinions. It's like we are so self centered that it never even occurs to us that someone might have a different opinion then we do. Why would they? Doesn't everyone agree with me? Aren't I the most important person in this room? My mommy thinks I am! It has also been my experience that teenagers are not the only ones who think this way. I can not count the amount of times that an adult has just started in on some subject, just assuming that I would share their views on the subject, never even considering that I might totally disagree with them. Then I have to consider the very likely possibility that I have done the very same thing on many occasions. I am all for speaking up for things you believe and feel strongly about, but when you start speaking, you should always be aware of others, and never assume that they share your views just because they are with in ear shot.<br /><br />The second things is when people speak from their ignorance. It was very obvious to me that this young man did not know anything about God or the Bible. He was sharing his personal opinion, and what he assumes to be true. He may have even herd some stuff from other people who where also wrong. Why do people do that? If I don't know anything about a subject, I would not go spouting my thoughts to people. I would never go up to Jake Hillis and start telling him about how refrigerators work, and what is inherently wrong with the whole system. Because in truth he has a lot of knowledge about the subject, and I have almost none. I have not studied how they work and why they work like they do. Just like that young man has not done any studying about God and who He is and what He does, or why He does it. That young man does not know what God's laws are, and for sure he does not know anything about what God wants from him or for him. But, for some reason he felt able to make some unfounded statement about God, and not only that, he felt he actually had the right to make some kind of judgement about the creator. How stupid is that? I wanted to stand up and push the kid out of the room, and tell him "sorry, no stupid people allowed." and all God wants to do is to show him how much He loves him. Once again we are all reminded why it's a good thing I am not God, and that God is God.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-33001443846842174212008-11-18T11:19:00.002-06:002008-11-18T11:53:12.802-06:00Good at friendship<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kEHKQzzBQJCbxdPyJId5C4aS4_Ig-0Pc8tfnIaIj0wCFWxjoCqBZBUFMZNsFdlj4_F_BFN2qFgxUDHjTjdKJlamL-UV-7zU8olUYBu4FpXM3UpvzrfWATikgbSKSGdPD9MuKTIsRhZ8/s1600-h/holloween+pics01+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kEHKQzzBQJCbxdPyJId5C4aS4_Ig-0Pc8tfnIaIj0wCFWxjoCqBZBUFMZNsFdlj4_F_BFN2qFgxUDHjTjdKJlamL-UV-7zU8olUYBu4FpXM3UpvzrfWATikgbSKSGdPD9MuKTIsRhZ8/s400/holloween+pics01+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270056906255927730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't get to preach on Sunday mornings very often, so when I do, I enjoy it and try to make the most of it. This past Sunday I got an opportunity and I spoke on friendship. At first it may not seem like that important of a subject, but if you take the time to think about it, you will discover that relationships are really important to our lives, and of major importance to God. Jesus actually had many relationships while on Earth, and because he was never married, all of his relationships were friendships. He was the best there was at being a good and true friend. There are many examples Jesus gave us that we can model to show us how to be really good at relationships, but I think the most important thing we can get from Jesus on this matter is to make sure that we are getting our needs met from God and not looking for them to be met by other people in our lives.<br /> <br />Have you ever been friends with a person who needed your attention all the time. Who whenever you talked with them, it was all about them. No matter what struggles you were going through in your life, they were always going through something worse, and not only that, but no one could possibly understand what they were going through. Have you ever had a friend that needed your attention so bad that you were afraid to be caught talking to someone else. They were so possessive of you that if you were friends with someone else, they felt like you were cheating on them. You were a friend cheater, a feater if you will. Have you ever felt trapped by a friendship? Like if you were not their friend their whole life would just fall apart. It's almost like you become their life line and if you were to leave, they would not be able to cope with every day life. These are the type of friends that make you feel exhausted every time you spend time with them.<br /><br /> If you have never had a friend like that, maybe it is because you are that friend. No one can be everything to someone. We were not meant to get our needs met by other people. People can not meet our needs for long, and if we continually try to get our needs met by our friends we invariable become needy. From there it becomes this vicious cycle of being needy, trying to get your needs met by friends, which in turn leaves you feeling more needy. Now repeat and rinse, presto, you are a really needy annoying friend.<br /><br /> What's the answer? Get your needs met by God, and free up your relationships to be what they were meant to be. It sounds easy, but if we are used to getting our needs met by other people it can take some real effort and time to break this bad habit. It make take some time, but it is well worth it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-33296225122256135542008-10-17T10:39:00.002-05:002008-10-17T11:08:11.026-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihO13Fq6jdlu8q5CEGG1rIMWOM3BwdK6c-EaJPPqeVayupgKfAKpnX5xhPAL6E4OC4Y5DRNEPqI4_nzTd5MRuYyC5mMVkvsdsTM6LfITDcH-3tFzrRWNFz9oC8dV4apzDb4Y_nUy4OrnA/s1600-h/cookies+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258149079774386226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihO13Fq6jdlu8q5CEGG1rIMWOM3BwdK6c-EaJPPqeVayupgKfAKpnX5xhPAL6E4OC4Y5DRNEPqI4_nzTd5MRuYyC5mMVkvsdsTM6LfITDcH-3tFzrRWNFz9oC8dV4apzDb4Y_nUy4OrnA/s400/cookies+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>One thing Saraya loves to do is to make cookies from scratch with me. She had been bugging me for a couple of days to make some cookies with her, so I came home a little early from work and we got to it. What we usually do is that I will make a full recipe, and I will measure out and let her mix a partial batch. Usually I just try to estimate the amounts of flour sugar, eggs and other ingredients, and as a result, her cookies never come out the same. This time I tried really hard to measure out 1/8 of what I was making. I did pretty good to, except I messed up a little on the butter, and the egg was tough to split in 1/4. As a result her cookies came out pretty good. After they came out of the oven and cooled, her mom suggested that she take a cookie to her teacher, whom she really likes. Saraya took the idea one step further and wanted to bring enough for her whole class to have a cookie for snack the next day. So the next morning we took enough cookies for her whole class to have. She got to hand them out to each kid, and her teachers made a big deal out of it. Saraya loved it!</p><p> You know, Saraya could have just kept them all for herself and eaten them over the next couple of days, and she loves a good cookie. But she decided to take them all to share, and I think she enjoyed that experience even more. That's the place I am trying to get to with my money and possessions. I really enjoy spending all of my money, and using all of my stuff, but God keeps telling me to share because He knows that the experience of sharing my stuff would be so much greater. For some reason it is so hard to get in my head. I am the kind of guy that just would not take all of my cookies to school to share with everyone. I would want to keep them all at home so I could eat on them for the next couple of days and enjoy the fruits of my labor. Why should I share with you? You didn't make the cookies, you didn't even have the idea to make them. All you ever do is go to the store and buy those cheap Walmart made cookies and put them on a plate like you made them or something! You know what I would rather do? I would really like to bring you one cookie so you could see how great my cookies are and really know how bad you have it. Then I would go home and eat about ten of them in front of my TV, all the while knowing how much better my cookies are then yours.</p><p> It's incredible how sinful I am some times!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-41464095644147631352008-10-09T11:27:00.003-05:002008-10-09T11:55:00.533-05:00Peter Pan syndrome<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZENI94Hh2lOlFUAMfmguUly85mANG6lA0A2xOxU-9E9SCTyM91nmMtyZn5k34T_lsaOdX9fQO2q0ig1kcd5MP-Z8ttbFCSdvQb0rEVNIpKBCAK-uKG5n8jdM-M6gmewQR6YmU3Enfpiw/s1600-h/1peter_pan800x600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZENI94Hh2lOlFUAMfmguUly85mANG6lA0A2xOxU-9E9SCTyM91nmMtyZn5k34T_lsaOdX9fQO2q0ig1kcd5MP-Z8ttbFCSdvQb0rEVNIpKBCAK-uKG5n8jdM-M6gmewQR6YmU3Enfpiw/s400/1peter_pan800x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255192557029614946" border="0" /></a><br />I was putting my daughter Saraya to bed last night, and after we finished with the whole bed time routine, brushing teeth, reading a few books, and praying, she started talking about her pretend brother. She doesn't bring him up as much anymore, but he will pop up in a conversation at least once a day. I asked her if she would like a real little brother some day and she said that she wanted 2 brothers and one sister. She said that I was going to have one, she was going to have one and her mom was going to have one. I asked her what she meant by all of us having one, and she said that we were all going to have one in our bellies. I then told her that only mommies carried babies in their tummies, and that when she got to be an adult that she could get married and maybe one day have a baby in her tummy. She then told me that she did not want to eat healthy food anymore. At this point I was a little confused at how we had arrived at eating healthy food, so I asked her why she didn't want to eat healthy food anymore. She then proceeded to tell me that she didn't want to be an adult and that she wasn't going to get married. She said she wants to be a little kid and not an adult. That is when I understood her not wanting to eat healthy food anymore. At our house healthy food helps you grow up big and strong. So in her head, if you don't eat healthy food you wont have to grow up. I tried to reassure her that she was not going to grow up anytime soon, and that she could stay a little kid for a long time, and that she was always going to be my little girl no matter what. That seemed to be satisfied with that and felt good enough to go to sleep, that is after I went down stairs and found her Dalmatian puppy penny that she had left in my room.<br /> <br />A lot of Christians seem to have the Peter Pan syndrome. They become Christians, and then they never really grow up. They very rairly read their Bible, or pray, and they for sure never study deeply or meditate on the Word of God. Which leads to not a lot of self examination or growth. They refuse to eat healthy food and insist upon just drinking milk. As a result a lot of Churches are filled not with baby Christians, but with fat lazy Christians. You see, baby's are young, newly born. That is not what we have. We have older Christians who have refused to mature. When you refuse to eat right you don't stop growing, you just become unhealthy. Your muscles don't get as strong as they should, your bones don't grow or become as dense as they should. You brain doesn't mature and grow like it should. So the end result is not a 30 year old baby, it's a very unhealthy 30 year old.<br /><br />So don't be a fat lazy Christian. Start eating healthy food!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-83919951043939732952008-10-01T12:58:00.004-05:002008-10-01T13:57:07.750-05:00kicked out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_PdCuveiL4De4LzMU5iKL1k75-ZMX6NgH67hQ6OKLe-n55o22dvntOijYymA2vvTojo0pozI_uWclc_P4N8F4GPhWjvTTquv0bPu7sDbpWM-rgJCNVbEQ9iBMZAiCSdNwijPMenDuKCI/s1600-h/umpbrush.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_PdCuveiL4De4LzMU5iKL1k75-ZMX6NgH67hQ6OKLe-n55o22dvntOijYymA2vvTojo0pozI_uWclc_P4N8F4GPhWjvTTquv0bPu7sDbpWM-rgJCNVbEQ9iBMZAiCSdNwijPMenDuKCI/s400/umpbrush.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252251476290323010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1_1JNH67WA7b-plSK8sttjrp8EVsha-ILFFquOYTNitqcqesyrgkMWKr7pq-sLHDTOXy8PdV3AAX96gUvAQGBb8kS2XUdLkAxoafYR5rvvCg-BuiGtwqeHhT5B2A_Hqljb9nk94FuOc/s1600-h/umpirenewjersey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1_1JNH67WA7b-plSK8sttjrp8EVsha-ILFFquOYTNitqcqesyrgkMWKr7pq-sLHDTOXy8PdV3AAX96gUvAQGBb8kS2XUdLkAxoafYR5rvvCg-BuiGtwqeHhT5B2A_Hqljb9nk94FuOc/s400/umpirenewjersey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252251373979935938" border="0" /></a> Well, it finally happened. I got kicked out of a co-ed church league softball game! I believe our Umpire took an immediate disliking to me when at the plate to pray and flip the coin, I asked him if he had brought a brush to clean the plate with. He said he had lots at home, but did not bring one because this was only a rec league. I jokingly said something along the line of, oh I see how it is, we aren't important enough for you to bring a brush. I was trying to joke around with the guy to put him in a good mood so he would have some fun, needless to say, it did not work!<br /> <br /> Flash forward about 5 minutes. We are in the outfield, and I am playing short stop. A ground ball is hit my direction, I field said ball and throw the person out at first. However the ump did not see it as clearly as I did or as clearly as anyone else out there did and called the person safe. I must admit, I was shocked at the call and thought that he had totally blew it, but beyond shock, I was not feeling anything else. I surly was not mad or upset in anyway. Me being the funny guy that I am, and still having that Jr. high desire to make my classmates or teammates laugh, threw my glove down in mock dramatic fashion. All the while with a smile on my face, and not taking things to seriously. At this point the ump says something that I didn't hear clearly, so I either said "what?" or I just stood there looking at him with a questioning look on my face until I herd him utter the words "your gone!" again. I was in shock and disbelief. I immediately tried to explain that I was just joking and was not even mad or upset, to which he repeated himself and said that he did not care and that I was to leave the field. At that point all I could do was laugh and head towards the bench. A few of my teammates tried to talk to him and it only seemed to make the guy madder.<br /><br />We ended up loosing the game and got put out of the tournament, though it was a close game, and we had a really good chance to win even though we were playing a team that had killed us earlier on in the season. But that is not the important part. The important part is that after the game I went up to the man and tried to say I was sorry and explain myself and my intentions to him. Sadly this only seemed to threaten him and make him more angry. He ended up storming off, not wanting to hear anything I had to say. As he was walking off I did tell him one more time that I was sorry for the misunderstanding. I then went over to the opposing team and apologized to them, and let them know that I had not gotten angry and was just trying to have fun. They were much more understanding of the situation, and in fact said that they had not thought that I was upset anyway.<br /> <br /> I told that whole story to say this. I have been kicked out of my share of sporting events, and I can honestly say that every single one of them was warranted except for this one. In every single one I had let my anger get out of control, except for this one. In every single one I had let my competitive nature get the better of me, except for this one. In every single occasion I left the field angry, with nothing but disdain for the person that threw me out, except this one. In every single case, I had not apologized, and had not even thought of apologizing to the guy who had to throw me out, except for this one time.<br /><br /> God does not expect us to agree with authority in every situation. But he does expect us to submit to that authority. They may be wrong, but God says that He places all authority in their positions, and that we are to respect it. Not because they are always right, or because they are smarter or better then we are, but because He put it there. I don't know why God put that guy in that position, but He did. Maybe after about 10,000 years in Heaven, when all the important questions have been answered, I will ask God about that guy, and what His reasoning was behind it. I know He has a good reason for it, I just don't know what it is yet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsROezWoof8LnESFDnfn_lUqBnOK64D8ssEXV0XBnKIGTCPF-M_ie2H-2yjIxoOPAvXFDam8ZMcy-8s8oEnf_5ebuqZsHpz0BVj7UapicMvfO9v28GP1n3xeZdxWg_AuOY3nex6iLrVIs/s1600-h/umpbrush.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsROezWoof8LnESFDnfn_lUqBnOK64D8ssEXV0XBnKIGTCPF-M_ie2H-2yjIxoOPAvXFDam8ZMcy-8s8oEnf_5ebuqZsHpz0BVj7UapicMvfO9v28GP1n3xeZdxWg_AuOY3nex6iLrVIs/s400/umpbrush.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252251138034755170" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518414641005760997.post-956724143262636472008-09-04T12:07:00.002-05:002008-09-04T12:13:51.600-05:00Presidential electionI would comment on the upcoming Presidential election and the way I feel about the issues, but a friend of mine has already done such a good job of expressing himself on his blog, that I feel I could not do any better of a job then he has already done. So if you would like to hear my opinion on the matter, just click on his name and read what he has said. His name is shaun.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4