<?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-6925649891272958782</id><updated>2012-02-28T23:16:24.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Loyal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-4478257664917027302</id><published>2012-02-28T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T23:16:24.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When People Decide to Judge You.</title><content type='html'>There is not a lot I can say here without the possibilty of people being offended or upset I guess. Really you would think that people would have more of a life then to read my blog. That they would see that this is my blog and that it is about me and my life. They should go start their own blogs if they want one about them and one that says what they like and what they want in it. This is MY blog and yes anyone who knows how to reach it can read it. But it is hardly public to any extent of people who care about anyone other then me. IE Family and Close friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I have no problem writing what is going on in my heart here. I am a horrible rotten person, I screw up, I am not perfect. And I am MAN enough to admit it. I was raised to believe that it is OK to cry over feelings and emotions and things that hurt. I was taught to love with not just part of my heart but my whole self. To care about others and love them. I don't always suceed at this as much as I would like to but I do love my friends and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt a lot over the loss of a friend. I cry, and part of me gets all lost inside and I don't know what to do with that part of my heart. I refuse to just cut it off and burn it out where they were. Hence when life has dealt me rough cards in the past or I have lost friends due to moving, life, death, actions, or just misunderstandings or a lack of communications it has taken a chunk out of my heart I cannot give up. I have given HUGE portions of it to people who didn't understand what they held. I don't feel like I have anymore to give out again. I am coming to terms with that. I have an AMAZING life and I am blessed with so much. Soon I will die and my life will be remembered by those who were touched by my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have I helped I sometimes wonder; Who has benifited from me giving of myself to them? What about those who never knew what went on in the background? How many people has my life touched and helped? I know it has also hindered some, and I know I have injured some as well. I would love to say I am perfect. I am not. But my guess is you (reading this) are not either... And it sure is easy to point fingers at me or others... to place blame. But have you looked in the mirror lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that suit you? Man its not so pretty is it? Or are you really so blind that you think you look good? Maybe it is time to take our blinders off folks and look in the mirror! Did you read what I wrote above? Yes, I am real. I am also realistic. I am not perfect nor will I ever be. But just because I am not doesn't give me or you the right to mistreat someone else or judge them... I am afraid that is really what makes us ugly. When we act like the servent shaking and beating the other servent because he owed him money when the servant doing the shaking was forgiven so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I don't hate you, its also why I still love you. Isn't always easy. But I do so love some people that I once sure thought were ugly pitiful people. And honestly after the way some of them treated me I still think they are ugly pitiful people... And then I look in the mirror. I am just simply an Ugly pitiful person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are Chistians so ugly sometimes? (oftentimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we so easily forget we are valued. We are new creations. We are bought with a price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-4478257664917027302?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/4478257664917027302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-people-decide-to-judge-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/4478257664917027302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/4478257664917027302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-people-decide-to-judge-you.html' title='When People Decide to Judge You.'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-2179998484482589221</id><published>2012-01-26T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:09:12.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying on my sofa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Folks I have a problem, some would call it an addiction and yes it is true I am rather addicted to a substance as I am increasingly aware of it today as I have not bought any from my dealer or sniffed any for over 24 hours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My head hurts and by body feels sluggish. I don't want to move or do anything. Just doze. And this rotten headache is making even that troublesome. I could go get a fix. I have a bag in the other room but I have been trying to knock this problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;where do I get it? Well yesterday I bought a bag from a dealer named Marsha who I used to work with who was selling it to raise funds for her daughter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is the substance of my problems. Its called coffee and it is my main source of caffinneenenennneee. I really do need help. And I need to reduce my intake. But I do enjoy it so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-2179998484482589221?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/2179998484482589221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2012/01/laying-on-my-sofa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/2179998484482589221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/2179998484482589221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2012/01/laying-on-my-sofa.html' title='Laying on my sofa.'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-5810782831298012202</id><published>2012-01-20T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:58:21.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its early morning and we sit with rising impatience although we are warm and sheltered from the cold. People grow restless although its only been 10 minutes or so since we took our seats. The pilot eventually comes on and informs us that we are waiting for a deicing crew. And that we should arrive with plenty of time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People breath and relax. I wonder however how much in my own life and those lives around me that we are much the same way. its only been a few short years since I was born into a warm protective loving family. I've only been in this thing called life for about thirty years. It wont be that long until I get there. Im not going to be delayed by these little bumps in the road... nor are some of the things that seem so big going to be that big of a deal when I get to where im going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the rush? why the impatience in our day to day routines? Knowing me you know that I don't like to waste time. And I don't. Life is to short to waste time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But patience with those around you. With the little things that are so annoying like that guy driving way slower then he should (ie 2 mph under the posted speed limit)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why? Ahh now as I glide over clouds and the land below I enjoy a cup of coffee and I ponder these things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-5810782831298012202?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/5810782831298012202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2012/01/flying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/5810782831298012202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/5810782831298012202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2012/01/flying.html' title='Flying!'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-5893963821011015304</id><published>2011-12-22T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:00:24.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is little.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes there is an abundance. Sometimes there is so much we don't know what to do. And sometimes there is just enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am thankful that there is enough. Have you looked around you lately? Have you seen what you gave been given? How you have been blessed. I think of the passage that speaks about the widow and her son. And she had just a little oil and a little meal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was enough to meet the need. So the Lord is with us. There may not be enough for my faith to think will work, but with Him he is able to take the little pieces of a life. Or the crumbs of faith and do a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am thankful that I have enough in Him. He truely has been good to me and although my life is little with His use it can be made to do much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-5893963821011015304?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/5893963821011015304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-is-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/5893963821011015304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/5893963821011015304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-is-little.html' title='There is little.'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-393038154371271055</id><published>2011-12-21T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:04:05.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from my brain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So tonight I had a nice drive back from prayer meeting and a sweet (ice cream) time with two beautiful people after. Prior, I had a wonderful time with a handsome person for dinner ans yup you guessed it, Icecream!&amp;nbsp; It was really a delightful evening. However I have had a lot on my brain and I am afraid I wasn't quite my normal self. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am normally a happy person. But I haven't been happy for some months now. I was happy this spring and was rather content.&amp;nbsp; But currently in my life I am unhappy. I have nothing to be unhappy about. I have my life together according to most people. But I can tell I am not my normal self. I am hurting in ways I don't understand. mainly from the flaws that I see in my own life and that I am battling with. the major struggles and temptations in life have largely been dissipated and I have been free from my arch nemesis since around june and am thankful for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I have no people skills. I don't enjoy talking to people. I don't especially even like people talking to me right now. I have enjoyed time with friends and being around them. I just don't feel like myself when I try and talk to anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't focus. Can't concentrate. And I just don't really seem to care anymore what the conversation is about. Sad is what it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if you have seen me this trip or are going to see me. Don't think it is you or that I don't care. Because you wouldn't be my friend if I didn't and I wouldn't give you the time of day. But right now I am just processing through stuff I never thought I would have to process though again. Ahh the simple joys of life and change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No im not stressed about the new job. But it is a little overwhelming just to think about all the new things I will be learning and how much responsibility that will be placed on me. Im excited for a place to be challenged and excel but yeah once again im not looking forward ti all the changes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you guys. Thanks for your prayers and friendship. I am so blessed to have friends and family like you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-393038154371271055?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/393038154371271055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts-from-my-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/393038154371271055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/393038154371271055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts-from-my-brain.html' title='Thoughts from my brain...'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-1493630651168030226</id><published>2011-11-25T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:45:13.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soup and Noodles!</title><content type='html'>I decided that i would try my hand at using as much as I could from the turkey this year so I boiled down the carcus and anything that had any value to it and cooked it for two days on low in a crock pot. Sifted it out and then added all the good stuff to it to make me a good Turkey veggie soup. I decided I needed noodles so I tried my hand at those. Here are some pictures! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lyErfQ8Tme1kG6XTzS-qgdMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_yIHwQOHOFA/TtBrnhu_eMI/AAAAAAAABAE/DpxV_aAkISc/s800/2011-11-25_18-13-35_7.jpg" height="451" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After mixing it up and letting it rest for awhile you roll it out as much as you can unless you have a handy little noodle/pasta roller thingy! Then cut it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wSS8hA_XxGVgd1gjRXZUTNMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BzmJLI6KkLA/TtBrww8EQFI/AAAAAAAABAM/W7zdaxrbqCU/s800/2011-11-25_18-17-23_920.jpg" height="451" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cook it to Al Dente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GDm7OwOS5TBqA5dpwiNThtMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dZAk0qCMpiM/TtBr4R5HQKI/AAAAAAAABAU/Fofb5aEiIJI/s800/2011-11-25_18-23-08_990.jpg" height="451" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then stir it in to the Mix and bring to the ED for the staff to enjoy and eat up! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JjHJUmryVgfpF8TpPXmScdMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ldERGgCzpQk/TtBsARQBDQI/AAAAAAAABAc/QyuUwYtLte4/s800/2011-11-25_18-24-18_179.jpg" height="451" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum! So thats what I did today besides some cleaning and a little work around the house! And of course sleep! :D Crock pot is half empty after two hours here at work. Doesn't look like I will have to freeze much!  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6925649891272958782-1493630651168030226?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1493630651168030226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/11/soup-and-noodles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/1493630651168030226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/1493630651168030226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/11/soup-and-noodles.html' title='Soup and Noodles!'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_yIHwQOHOFA/TtBrnhu_eMI/AAAAAAAABAE/DpxV_aAkISc/s72-c/2011-11-25_18-13-35_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-8235799952613027570</id><published>2011-11-25T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T03:14:56.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What drives us?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder what it is I am really searching for. What it is I work so hard for? A new car? A house that is paid off? Clothes? Why do we work so hard in our short lives and try and gather as much as we can when we know it won't always fit us, it will grow old, and break down?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing wrong with wealth, there is nothing wrong with a nice house, car, or clothes. But what drives our thought process that makes us think we NEED these things? to fit in? With who? people who are up to their eyeballs in debt who are not really happy in the end anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we seek out attention from others and desire contact with another human? What drives our emotions and feelings for another person? Is it the desire not to be alone? Is it a desire to put worth on ourselves because so and so notices us? When I walk into the coffee shop and the folks there all know my name and ask me how I am doing do I feel truly better about myself because someone knows I am alive? Do I forget that I am KNOWN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time I decided life was no longer worth it. I wish sometimes that I could have the clarity of mind that I had then sorting through what really mattered and what didn't. As I planned to end my life I began to list all the people it would negatively impact. Then I listed the things that were so AWFUL in my life that would make me want to end it. Long story short I almost had to laugh at myself and say  "I am so stupid." I have my health and, so many things going for me and yet I forget this? More importantly I forget that I am blessed with the gift of LIFE and no matter what the troubles of it are I am still ALIVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who not knowing what will happen at the end of their life doesn't crave for a few more moments with those that they love or care about, or who at the moment they take their last breath is thinking about what they wish they would have bought or owned? I often loose sight of this but you and I (and I can speak for you because you are reading this so I know you are at least living) are blessed with the gift of LIFE. Why so often do we fail to remember to LIVE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a quote from the Word that states:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance (to the full, till it overflows)." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;John 10:10 (Amplified Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;Are you failing to remember to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIVE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And do you have the gift of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eternal life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? Do you remember this? I know I so often forget. Don't be like me in this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-8235799952613027570?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/8235799952613027570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-drives-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/8235799952613027570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/8235799952613027570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-drives-us.html' title='What drives us?'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-6804377132935873076</id><published>2011-11-22T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:48:22.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the Heart</title><content type='html'>This post was deleted due to people finding offense at my honesty about my life and emotions. This post was written for those who are close to me and love and pray for me to share with them where I was at in my own life and the things I was working through in my life and the relationships around me. It was misconstrued and taken as an offense in ways that were never implied or intended so in an effort to "Live at peace with every man" I have taken it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-6804377132935873076?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/6804377132935873076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/11/matters-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/6804377132935873076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/6804377132935873076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/11/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters of the Heart'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-3839520932248120517</id><published>2011-11-14T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:08:16.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing.</title><content type='html'>What is there left to say? What choice do I have? Is there anything I can do? Many questions run through my head as I sit here wondering where things went out of focus. Is there anything I can do? Can this be fixed? Was there really something wrong or was this just a misunderstanding gone horribly wrong?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes there are just more questions then I know what to answer. I miss my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-3839520932248120517?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/3839520932248120517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/11/missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/3839520932248120517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/3839520932248120517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/11/missing.html' title='Missing.'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-5191924044555395238</id><published>2011-11-08T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T02:24:29.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs!!!</title><content type='html'>Well... I am currently sitting in my hotel room in Chapel Hill NC. And I am looking forward to my interview in about six hours for a job with Siemens Medical. I am not sure what to expect in the interview and what the process will look like from here if they choose to hire me. But I know that I am grateful for the chance to interview and the chance to be down here! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have simply put forth the effort to pursue this and see what will happen and where it leads. If it is not what is best for me or what I really need to be doing I am just asking that I don't get it. But the doors continue to be opening so I continue to be stepping. :D I had a wonderful dinner at a Japanese Stake-house last night and ran a few errands at Walmart enjoying the comedy of being in a different culture and area of the US. I do enjoy people watching so much and just seeing how differently folks view things down here! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also enjoyed that I am funny down here! :P My jokes and humor might not be as appreciated in Colorado but down here I crack people up! :D You should have seen how I had the Great clips folks laughing! (dangerous to have the person cutting your hair laughing but it was worth the risk, Although I had the other clients laughing as well I don't think they dared look in the mirror before they left! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not interviewed with this large of a company in years. I think the last company that I interviewed with that was even close was when I went to work for Cardinal Health. I am excited for the chance to go through this interview and looking forward to the events after the interview! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me rewind a bit... As I arrived at the Raleigh airport last night I was reminded of the last time almost 9 years ago that I was in this airport after returning from Africa. It brought back a lot of memories and it was one of those times where you sit and wonder if you knew anything about what the next years would hold at that point what you would think and how you would feel about it. I am truly blessed in so many ways and I am thankful for God's Grace and Mercy for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I get done with the interview I am looking forward to going and joining Jonathan Peck in the afternoon! For those of you who don't know the name I am dropping, Jonathan was a missionary in the jungle of D.R. Congo and raised his family there providing healthcare for the needs of the locals. He was also the person that took me with him and another young man named John K. to Africa with him almost 9 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were loaded with boxes of clothes and supplies for the people of DRC when we left the Airport here. Then landed in NY at JFK and raced from one terminal to another to make our connecting flights. I had never flown before this trip so it was quite an adventure and I decided then that I rather enjoyed flying! After flying from JFK to London however I was not sure I enjoyed it quite as much though! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once arriving in London we stashed our bags at a bag storage place and off we went for a look at the City. I remember coming up from riding on the Underground (mind the gap) and walking out into the street and looking up and there was Big Ben looking down on us. It seemed like it wasn't real to me at the time. I had seen pictures and I knew what I was looking at but it hardly seemed real that I was really there and getting a chance to see it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also remember going into the national gallery (although I can't honestly recall if we went on the way to Africa or on the way back or both.) But I remember once again feeling like it was not really me that was getting to see these great works of art that I had only seen on pages of books. There was one painting that just drew me in and I remember standing in front of it in amazement that it had been painted long before my time and yet had remained ageless in so many ways and was sitting there before me. I wonder how many other people have stood before that same painting. Names and faces I will never meet but who have also enjoyed the work of an artist I have never met, save through his art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight from london to  Entebbe Uganda was less exciting as I was completely exhausted from flying at this point. I remember looking down at the water of lake Victoria as we came in for a landing. It was getting closer and closer and then BAM all of a sudden we were on the runway and coming to a sudden stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (here is a link to a map of the airport at &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;q=entebbe&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=0x177d86b753c20ab3:0xa4a550c375cc2c14,Entebbe,+Uganda&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;ei=YAG5Tp-VN8y3twfjj52aBw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=6&amp;amp;ved=0CFQQ8gEwBQ"&gt;Entebbe&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was after staring at amazement at the holes riddling the building from the raid on Entebbe (very interesting story should you have time) and going through customs that we met with the MAF pilot who loaded everything into a small plane and the three of us and himself into a beautiful little red and white plane and took off to &lt;a href="&amp;lt;iframe width=&amp;quot;425&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;350&amp;quot; frameborder=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; scrolling=&amp;quot;no&amp;quot; marginheight=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; marginwidth=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; src=&amp;quot;http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&amp;amp;q=entebbe&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Entebbe,+Wakiso,+Central+Region,+Uganda&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;ll=0.052784,32.465&amp;amp;spn=0.080479,0.115957&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;vpsrc=6&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/iframe&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&amp;amp;q=entebbe&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Entebbe,+Wakiso,+Central+Region,+Uganda&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;ll=0.052784,32.465&amp;amp;spn=0.080479,0.115957&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;vpsrc=6&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;color:#0000FF;text-align:left&amp;quot;&amp;gt;View Larger Map&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;"&gt;Bunia&lt;/a&gt; and upon landing there the adventure continued. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now I am going to sign out, I need to go find some contact solution and then get another hour or two of shut eye before meeting Lynn and another manager for the interview! Random how a job interview can take you back in time! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-5191924044555395238?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/5191924044555395238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/11/jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/5191924044555395238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/5191924044555395238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/11/jobs.html' title='Jobs!!!'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-2004272905405544987</id><published>2011-08-22T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:39:59.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't posted in awhile</title><content type='html'>Hi there world of followers. All six of you or so! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't posted in awhile so I thought I would write a quick story or two for you to read and enjoy! :D Tonight I am at work and getting paid to write to you so don't feel bad about me taking the time to jot some thoughts down! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer I spent time at a camp called Turkey Hill Ranch Bible camp and counseled the first two weeks with nine boys the first week and eight boys the second. It was a challenge and stretched me in many ways causing me to grow and learn more about myself for sure! (Also that I am not ready to be a single parent of eight or nine boys! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met some great people at camp and made some good friends. I was hurt to loose some of these friends at the end of the camping season due to hurt feelings and heartbreak. I tried my honest best to be honest and real the whole time with all partys involved, But I guess the appeal of camp romance can be a bit to much to resist. Myself I found most of the people that I worked with to be AMAZING, WONDERFUL people! and was very grateful that I got the chance to serve there and work with the kids! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also spent a week as a camper as they had a week for older kids and staff to just enjoy some solid time studying the Bible and different teachings from it. We also got the chance to go out and share with others what we knew and what we had learned! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then went to a different camp for a week of day campers (meaning that they went home at night) Which was great because it allowed staff to have time together and enjoy time away from the campers and with them as well! Sometimes a break is needed or at least wanted! :D World Cup Coffee Shop donated coffee in the mornings and Friends from the Topeka area (namely Shawna) made breakfasts for us and staff would have a little devo time and breakfast before campers arrived. I think that those moments were some of my favorite from this summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that camp I worked as a errand runner and fixer of all that needed done. I still have not finished some of the projects that I set out to do this year and I need to get on that so I can have them completed for camp next year! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have returned to Colorado for work when needed to keep HR happy! I have returned to my normal schedule for the time being and am enjoying trying to get caught up on the things that I intended to do this summer before I spent two months in the midwest melting! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also met a amazing young lady who is an encouragement to me and we are pursuing seeing what the future may hold for us. I also am still in a relationship with Sally (my 1966 Porsche) and am trying to get things moving forward with her so that she can be part of my daily life in running errands around town and such, or so I can sell her and fund other projects!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I spend the weekend in Albuquerque where I watch my cousin Carrie get married to a nice young man named Caleb! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that is all I feel like writing for now. I will try to post more as I have time and think of things to say! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-2004272905405544987?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/2004272905405544987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/08/havent-posted-in-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/2004272905405544987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/2004272905405544987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2011/08/havent-posted-in-awhile.html' title='Haven&apos;t posted in awhile'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-4672531351670621849</id><published>2010-10-21T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T03:17:13.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day.</title><content type='html'>Today is the "Day." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does that mean? I have been wondering the same thing myself. You see my relationship with the God that I know personally has not been that strong of late. I have been filling my life with many things. Choices that I am not proud of and then just simply wasting time. I do that often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I accomplished a fair amount around the house but I accomplished nothing that is going to make any difference two or ten years from now. I miss those days where that was my focus and where I desired to pursue things of more importance. I have become "the norm" and no the typical "UN norm" that people used to think of when they met me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded today of a quote that a friend share about being ourselves. I was also reminded of how I really am the only person who can be good at being me. You can try to be me or anyone else that you like. But you are really the only person able to be you. everyone else is just an act trying to be like you. Hence we come back to that created thing. The one that makes us all different not unlike snowflakes. Soon those will be falling here and as they hit the ground we loose sight of them because they become snow and blend in. Then after their season they are gone. Once again, not unlike us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a couple things, I haven't said this lately and I haven't talked to many about it lately either: I have a personal relationship with the God of the Bible. The same God that the Jews believe in and who has delivered them out of many troubles. But I have a different and equally if not more important relationship with this man named Jesus. He was Born and lived as a man. But he was fully God and fully man. His word (Written through the hands of many men. Odds of their writings agreeing like they do is a mathematical statistic that is mind boggling. Something that a brain like mine can understand that it was just just an accident or random people writing a book.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a good person. I have a heart that likes to do bad things. I have chosen to do many things in my life that I am not proud of. I have done most everything the world chooses to do and I have done it full well knowing what I was doing. You see, I am not some perfect person, nor would I claim to be. I am anything but. I am a normal red blooded American male. I am not nor never could be good enough to earn my way into heaven. Are you kidding? How many good things (none selfish motives and with a good attitude and a loving and kind heart) do I do in a day vs. how many things do I do for my own motives or profit. YEAH, not getting into heaven for being a good guy here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you see, I believe that Jesus allowed himself to be beaten and spit on and mocked and hung on a cross to die. Why? Because he loved me. And since he was perfect and had never sinned he was the only sacrifice that could truly pay for my sins and save me from them. And not only that but on the third day he rose from the grave and currently lives and cares about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, reading that does sound a bit nuts doesn't it? I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. I have searched quite a few places for answers. the only ones I have found to be solid and hold water are in the Bible. I am always up for someone disproving it but I haven't seen it be done by someone who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;openminded&lt;/span&gt; and wasn't just trying to argue. Not saying that I have met everyone or that I have heard everyone who has tried to prove or disprove it. I could continue into evolution and the questions I have about it and how logical minds have not been able to answer the simple questions of it in a logical way. I have had biology professors quit talking to me in college because I simply asked questions that they couldn't answer and still maintain what they were teaching as something other then a theory that they placed faith in and believed in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I respect that. I don't have that much faith to believe in evolution. But working in the medical field and seeing the human body and how it works and how it rebuilds and recovers and functions is amazing. and I simply believe that there is a mind greater then mine that created this world and everything it contains. If you don't believe this that is fine with me. I am willing to talk and discuss these things with you. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;openminded&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with you believing what you choose to believe. I have friends who believe that we were placed on this earth by aliens and they are going to come back someday. I have friends who believe in the "FORCE" and I have friends who don't believe in anything at all. I still love these people and am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;openminded&lt;/span&gt; to understand that I don't have to agree with them on this or anything to still be their friend and enjoy them as a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel the need to yell or fight about these things. I believe that one can always learn, but if you or anyone else is wanting to just argue about these things and their mind is really closed to something that is different then what they believe then I feel sorry for them and will not waste my time arguing with them about faith or life or anything. Why? Because even if they are wrong and you can prove it they refuse to learn from it. So why waste my time and theirs. I am not going to learn anything from them because they are so stuck on one mindset that they have failed to consider different aspects of what they read or believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also not cool or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with many of the people who call themselves Christians today. I have been lied to and mistreated and burned by people calling themselves Christians more then anyone claiming any other faith or non-faith. This is sad. I am sorry that I am not nor ever will be perfect. I do claim to be a Christian, I do not claim to be perfect and I do not accept many of the organized forms of religion that claims to be right. I believe that my faith is more about my personal relationship with Jesus then it is by any association with any Church or Denomination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I going to make all right choices from this day on? No, I am not stupid and I am not going to play like I think I am anything great. I am just me. A small man who has big dreams and ideas and often fails to believe that they can really come true. I have traveled and experienced many amazing things in life. I still fail to understand how big God is and how much he is able to do. I also fail to love people like I should. and to take the time for those who most people consider the outcasts and rejects. They really are the people who most likely need us to take a min of our busy day doing our busy things to just care about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of context but I think it can apply. "They who are whole need not a physician, but those who are sick..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6925649891272958782-4672531351670621849?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/4672531351670621849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/10/day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/4672531351670621849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/4672531351670621849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/10/day.html' title='The Day.'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-4653902547268153982</id><published>2010-04-08T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:26:17.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Im tired, A bit overwhelmed. Weary...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;He says: If you are tired from carrying heavy burdens, come to me and I will give you rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Matthew 11:28 (Contemporary English Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-4653902547268153982?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/4653902547268153982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/04/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/4653902547268153982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/4653902547268153982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-340591980708263459</id><published>2010-03-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:55:37.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumb GRAPHIC PICTURE WARNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I decided to cut my thumb up and go to the ER. It wasn't the worst pain I have felt in my life but since I cut up a good part of the nail bed on my thumb as well it def wasn't fun! :) Er doc fixed me up and I have only had it start bleeding a few times when I jam it against something and thus starting the pain all over again too! :P Heres a couple pics for those who want to see... followed by my good luck at the place I took myself out to eat and get some sushi for comfort food after my ER visit! I mean it must be good luck when you get TWO fortune cookies in one bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL, Al&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S6o1GIhF-QI/AAAAAAAAADA/5nInSP5UH14/s1600/2010-03-23+11.09.44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452228678367181058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S6o1GIhF-QI/AAAAAAAAADA/5nInSP5UH14/s400/2010-03-23+11.09.44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S6o1FjDfS4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/KwN9N8RsKQ4/s1600/2010-03-23+11.09.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452228668310899586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S6o1FjDfS4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/KwN9N8RsKQ4/s400/2010-03-23+11.09.34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S6o1GdrVldI/AAAAAAAAADI/nsEciCWcGfw/s1600/2010-03-23+13.16.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452228684047291858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S6o1GdrVldI/AAAAAAAAADI/nsEciCWcGfw/s400/2010-03-23+13.16.29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S6o1FjDfS4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/KwN9N8RsKQ4/s1600/2010-03-23+11.09.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-340591980708263459?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/340591980708263459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/03/thumb-graphic-picture-warning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/340591980708263459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/340591980708263459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/03/thumb-graphic-picture-warning.html' title='Thumb GRAPHIC PICTURE WARNING'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S6o1GIhF-QI/AAAAAAAAADA/5nInSP5UH14/s72-c/2010-03-23+11.09.44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-8277288280894139887</id><published>2010-03-02T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:03:09.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful Niece</title><content type='html'>Well for those of you who keep more up to date on my travels I am currently sitting in the Wichita Airport waiting for my flight to Denver and then on home. I made this trip here and then rented a car and went up to see the family and Vivi. I got bumped for my flight in Denver and then put back on the plane for a miss connect and so they gave me a voucher good for my next flight so my ticket cost came down to 19 Dollars for my flight to ICT and then my rental car came out to about 85 bucks so all in all I flew home and had a car for about 100 bucks. I consider that a decent price to get to see my family and friends! I also got to spend some time in Wichita with Whitney and his family and Megan R and David S. So it was nice to touch base and catch up with several.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlight of my trip was of course seeing my little niece Vivi. She is getting so big and is almost nine months. She is standing and taking a few steps by herself. I am guessing by the next time I come to visit she will be running around and keeping mom and dad on the alert. She loves being outdoors and she and I took a walk around the farm and checked out the Chickens and Ducks as well as some of the spring plants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are two videos of her. The first is how she deal with Bugs. And the second was this morning just hanging out with Mom and Uncle Al.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy, Al&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc796bb7b35efa8d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc796bb7b35efa8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332679518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8062BA3D7C5D3724C0AFA5508A80DC6B0D8DCE21.795347CB190A0AD6F62FCCE8A725DF72129418D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc796bb7b35efa8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWiTjQfH8CyuWMui49gt1dowhzMI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc796bb7b35efa8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332679518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8062BA3D7C5D3724C0AFA5508A80DC6B0D8DCE21.795347CB190A0AD6F62FCCE8A725DF72129418D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc796bb7b35efa8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWiTjQfH8CyuWMui49gt1dowhzMI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-55cdeb12b9bc9cab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55cdeb12b9bc9cab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332679518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DDF6F3A33FF71A5CD6948CDE184A8F64EC8DA35.80CE490900D76255C0835AE29986117F1BE33BAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55cdeb12b9bc9cab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwiZkJM_PM20idnwCgpPYgDOWBWc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55cdeb12b9bc9cab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332679518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DDF6F3A33FF71A5CD6948CDE184A8F64EC8DA35.80CE490900D76255C0835AE29986117F1BE33BAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55cdeb12b9bc9cab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwiZkJM_PM20idnwCgpPYgDOWBWc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-8277288280894139887?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/8277288280894139887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-beautiful-niece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/8277288280894139887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/8277288280894139887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-beautiful-niece.html' title='My Beautiful Niece'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-3917521988114875005</id><published>2010-03-02T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:49:53.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Videos</title><content type='html'>So some of you know I went out to Seattle a while ago to sell my Audi and to enjoy seeing an area where I haven't been in years. I of course went down to Pikes Place Market and had to watch them throw some fish. So I thought I would include a video for your viewing enjoyment!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e8f143fef43daeb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e8f143fef43daeb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332679518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A33D2B2C6C2CAEF0A5DB54388CB312B3E6F56EB.AF757EDDEE0D9FF646A46BBBF81BA14E28A8E0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e8f143fef43daeb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6ASj3cyZCSWb8BxGlky1siCQ0p8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e8f143fef43daeb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332679518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A33D2B2C6C2CAEF0A5DB54388CB312B3E6F56EB.AF757EDDEE0D9FF646A46BBBF81BA14E28A8E0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e8f143fef43daeb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6ASj3cyZCSWb8BxGlky1siCQ0p8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-3917521988114875005?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/3917521988114875005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/03/seattle-videos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/3917521988114875005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/3917521988114875005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/03/seattle-videos.html' title='Seattle Videos'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-2230524515717430687</id><published>2010-02-11T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:51:58.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes and Moving...</title><content type='html'>So today I am guessing that the temperature outside only got up to the high thirtys if that. But that didn't stop my male nurse friend and I from going out on the Motorcycles for about a 25mile ride. It was nice to get the baby out and run her down the road but I found that I am often tempted to go faster and do stupider things when I ride with certain friends. :) But in the process of getting ready to go riding I did move all three bikes out of the living room and into the street and back porch. So there is a lot more room in the living room now. I need to get rid of the organ still and finish sorting my tools but I am making progress. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile my King size bed has been listed to sell since I will have more stuff in my room and that means less room. I have someone who wanted to come look at it today. I sent them an email back tonight so we will see if tomorrow evening works for them to come look at it. it would be nice to sell it! As far as the cedar chests that I have in the living room it looks like I will put one in my room and the other I will put in my room so that will pretty much  make room for his couch and the new flat screen that I need to buy as part of the renters agreement that I made with him! I also need to order cables for my playstation 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also tonight I got my mountain bike all re-cabled with new brakes and gear shifts on it too. People here are so big into bikes mine is looked on with some distaste because of its age but it has served me well and unless I start riding it EVERYWHERE I dont see much point in getting  a new one. I mean sure if I had thought about it three years ago I could have just sold it instead of putting new tires on it and then a new rear rim and now brakes and shifters and cables and put that money toward a new bike but yeah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about tomorrow the plan is to take the "flying green turd" over the Mountains to Delores with a guy named B something. Hes riding his bike from Co springs to Cali and then up to Canada and I didnt like the idea of him riding Lizard head pass in this weather and at this time of year... so in the morning we are going to load his gear up and run him over the hill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I should get some sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-2230524515717430687?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/2230524515717430687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/02/bikes-and-moving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/2230524515717430687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/2230524515717430687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/02/bikes-and-moving.html' title='Bikes and Moving...'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-286221691783849173</id><published>2010-01-11T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:00:26.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyal has a problem</title><content type='html'>So I admit... I like things with only two wheels. yes I do like the ones with four wheels... But I LIKE the things with two wheels! :P I bought two more just to prove my point today. :P Something is wrong with me but I am NOT going to the doctor to get it checked out yet. :P YET. :P I am really enjoying this though. They are cheeper then a four wheeler. and you can fit more of them in your living room then the four wheelers... and they go fast and are fun around town! :P Needless to say the space in front of my house is going to be a little packed! :P So here are some pics just to give ya a tasted of my new babys! :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S0u6zdX0nfI/AAAAAAAAACg/WYW_KlPEU9M/s1600-h/5261678FU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S0u6zdX0nfI/AAAAAAAAACg/WYW_KlPEU9M/s400/5261678FU.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425635569318534642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S0u6zdX0nfI/AAAAAAAAACg/WYW_KlPEU9M/s1600-h/5261678FU.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres my little one. (Deana if your reading this... you still want one? :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and heres my long dreamed of Vespa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S0u6zjnyFWI/AAAAAAAAACo/nOMH_XpQOYY/s1600-h/5498447FU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S0u6zjnyFWI/AAAAAAAAACo/nOMH_XpQOYY/s400/5498447FU.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425635570996090210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it is not an OLD model it is actuelly a 2005 but thats ok by me! :P Who wants to join a scooter gang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-286221691783849173?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/286221691783849173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/01/loyal-has-problem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/286221691783849173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/286221691783849173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2010/01/loyal-has-problem.html' title='Loyal has a problem'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/S0u6zdX0nfI/AAAAAAAAACg/WYW_KlPEU9M/s72-c/5261678FU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-1788554200563995597</id><published>2009-12-18T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:09:31.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning has broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Good morning!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently sitting in one of my coffee shops watching the online auto auctions that I find soooo addicting! :) I bought a 2006 honda silverwing this past week. and went to Denver to pick it up yesterday it looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/Syuz8cC8vSI/AAAAAAAAACY/_1E3wC9Tk-E/s1600-h/5451612FU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/Syuz8cC8vSI/AAAAAAAAACY/_1E3wC9Tk-E/s400/5451612FU.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416620827745238306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So that will join the other motorcycle in my living room that I am rebuilding! :P This new scooter will prob be the one that I travel on this next year. it will do about 110mph so its not slow by any means and it also has a huge "trunk" under the seat. Big enough to fit two helmets in!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, in other news the house I was looking at buying... I met with the owners and they decided that they wanted an extra 20,000 for it then what I had talked about with the relator and the house simply isn't worth what they want for it. My realestate agent called me yesterday and said that she thinks that if I offer what I think is fair that they will take it. But at this point I am not thinking I will make an offer right now. I think I will just sit and wait and see what the next few months does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that there isn't much new in my world. I might drive my audi out to washington state and deliver it to the new owner! Yes I did sell it and the new owner cant wait to meet it! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that there isn't much new. I would gladly have you all join me for a cup of coffee here this morning! its a cold but beautiful morning here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to you again soon, L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-1788554200563995597?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1788554200563995597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-has-broken.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/1788554200563995597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/1788554200563995597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-has-broken.html' title='Morning has broken'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/Syuz8cC8vSI/AAAAAAAAACY/_1E3wC9Tk-E/s72-c/5451612FU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-1989811728075896915</id><published>2009-11-08T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:37:54.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This new day.</title><content type='html'>So tonight I talked with a Wise man I know about timing. Timing is important how important I really believe it is will be seen. however they do say timing is everything. and "they" are typically right... or are they. :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was good to just talk. Tomorrow I am looking forward to timing of taking it easy and enjoying some of the good things I have been blessed with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am rich in so many ways. But yet I worry and fret about things that arn't even important to me. WHY do I waste my time at such worthlessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-1989811728075896915?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1989811728075896915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-new-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/1989811728075896915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/1989811728075896915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-new-day.html' title='This new day.'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-1076671965605925945</id><published>2009-10-31T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:27:54.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working and on my phone.</title><content type='html'>Ok so im sitting here at work and there is nothing for me to do patient wise. I have done all that has been asked of me and also fixed some of the day shifts mistakes/unfinished work. so now i wait for the time to go by and I wonder what it will be like for me when I get old. What will it be like to be close to death and know it. Will I have family and friends who are close by and enjoying me or will I be crabby and mean to the point where even the nurses and caregivers wont want to deal with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may seem morbid but i wonder what it feels like to die. I have also wondered what it would feel like to be stabbed or shot. I have never been so courious as to go and inflict that upon myself but i have always wondered. I also wonder what is really out in the universe. you know it doesnt have to be all planets and stars going on forever and ever. Humans dont really know whats out there and more so there is no way for us to really explore it because our modes of travel are so slow that even if we could take the fastest thing we could create that could transport a human and put a young child in it. they would die of old age before even reaching the limits of a small telescope. and even that doesnt include how we would feed this human or give them air to breath or water to drink... yes there is much left for thw mind to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there is a God. and the Bible was inspired by Him. Then one of the biggest wonders is why He would have any interest in someone like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-1076671965605925945?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1076671965605925945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/working-and-on-my-phone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/1076671965605925945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/1076671965605925945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/working-and-on-my-phone.html' title='working and on my phone.'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-7482435548938149650</id><published>2009-10-26T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:58:23.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I die</title><content type='html'>Ok wasn't going to post this here because I was going to write more and put it in my locked blog. But instead I decided to post it to both. so here ya go.. read ahead if you dare... :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, verdana; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I am writing from Immanuel mission. I have had many of my family spend time here and invest in the work here. I can go out and see some of the work which they have done. Many here wouldn't know them if they walked up to the mission today. I wouldn't know them save for pictures and such.  But their work is here. As I sat and read to the kindergartners and first graders today. as I sat there reading to them I wondered if anything I have or will do will ever be remembered for anything. good bad or otherwise. I have invested in people to some extent. some of them have done great things. Some will do great things.  Then there is me? What have I done in life? What will I do? Why do I feel important? Why am I here. What do I want to accomplish before I die? What if I die next week? Why do I care what people think? Why do I want others approval.  These are the questions I have for today. No answers. Just questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-7482435548938149650?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/7482435548938149650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/7482435548938149650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/7482435548938149650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-die.html' title='When I die'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-4609636379911042612</id><published>2009-10-26T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:13:53.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello there faithful readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to say but this blog has come to a close. Nah just kidding. :P Had ya worried didn’t I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been a beautiful day here so far. I have enjoyed a quiet breakfast and a pot of coffee as I listened to some acoustic coffee shop type music and now I am getting psyched up to go pack and head to Montrose and then on down to AZ. I have decided that I need a Hot tub so I am going to head down to Immanuel mission and soak with a view of the cess’an’uh (no clue how to spell that.) But theres my best guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out this past week that I was approved for taking my CT boards so I decided that this weekend will be my last fun weekend before I head into the book learning mode… not gonna be fun but well such is life… and its about time that I hit them hard and get this over with. After it is done I plan on figuring out where I go from there. I am re contemplating Alaska for next year but we will see.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have also decided that I need to simplify my life and so I have put the Acura up for sale and I plan on listing the Audi as well. They are both beautiful cars and they are both a lot of fun for me. But there is more money tied up in them then I need to have tied up in anything. So if you see any cars for sale in the 500 bucko range! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to finish packing and hit the road. I am sure that I will stop at a coffee shop somewhere where I can post this to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later gators!&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heres a photo from a few weeks back when I was fishing with my friend. and I found out that these little guys like Cliff Bars! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuVL39okGvI/AAAAAAAAABs/hVrjKsnCzZ0/s1600-h/Chipmunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuVL39okGvI/AAAAAAAAABs/hVrjKsnCzZ0/s400/Chipmunk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396803153282996978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-4609636379911042612?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/4609636379911042612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/posting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/4609636379911042612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/4609636379911042612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/posting.html' title='Posting'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuVL39okGvI/AAAAAAAAABs/hVrjKsnCzZ0/s72-c/Chipmunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-8617571490388745681</id><published>2009-10-22T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:13:32.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmon Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am Cabin sitting for some friends, I woke up with a cup of coffee and this view from their place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuEdrtXHBhI/AAAAAAAAABk/4UJyk9FVbro/s1600-h/Gunnison+Pano+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuEdrtXHBhI/AAAAAAAAABk/4UJyk9FVbro/s400/Gunnison+Pano+small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395626465314670098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I then drove down to Montrose and grabbed Mr Chaffin my fishing buddy and we headed down to Ridgeway, Here is a photo I took on my walk to the river...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuEdrZwujjI/AAAAAAAAABc/iu_NfRGAnMk/s1600-h/San+Juans+Fall+Salmon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuEdrZwujjI/AAAAAAAAABc/iu_NfRGAnMk/s400/San+Juans+Fall+Salmon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395626460053409330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Catch: :) Its rather easy to catch the salmon while they are spawning. You see they stocked here by the Fish and Game Department 3-4 years ago, and now they swim back up to where they were dumped into the river, They lay their eggs and then float back downstream where they die. However since the fishery stocks the fish here they do not rely on the spawn to keep the salmon in the Reservoir. So they allow you to catch the fish on the swim up to spawn so that the meat is still good and so that all those fish don't just go to waste. So basically you take a pole and load a HUGE treble hook with a weight melted onto it and just cast it in and jerk it sideways across the stream where you think one might be hiding and you snag them and pull them onto the bank where you can put them on the stringer. We got down there and Mr. C had five in like 10 casts and I had NONE. So I wandered down stream aways and I started catching them there. in about an hour we had our limit of 10 each as we did some hiking and exploring as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuEdrHeeGKI/AAAAAAAAABU/jJfhT3N4Lk8/s1600-h/Salmon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuEdrHeeGKI/AAAAAAAAABU/jJfhT3N4Lk8/s400/Salmon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395626455144994978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres me with both of our catches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuEdqxt8kEI/AAAAAAAAABM/paPgNO7hk34/s1600-h/Salmon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuEdqxt8kEI/AAAAAAAAABM/paPgNO7hk34/s400/Salmon2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395626449304326210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the coffee shop is kicking me out! So ttyl, Mr. O (jr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-8617571490388745681?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/8617571490388745681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/salmon-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/8617571490388745681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/8617571490388745681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/salmon-run.html' title='Salmon Run'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/SuEdrtXHBhI/AAAAAAAAABk/4UJyk9FVbro/s72-c/Gunnison+Pano+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-831517030902722245</id><published>2009-10-21T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:39:34.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The following are some photos that I took of hawk that I saw when I was driving through Iowa last. I just enjoyed the pictures of him and thought that I would share some for your enjoyment.&lt;div&gt;(for those of you who are new to this blog you can click on most of my photos and get a larger higher res photo. although I don't always upload full quality pics because they are so large from my camera and my connection doesn't always like them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_TdEjMNZI/AAAAAAAAABE/q4BIlxoaVzI/s1600-h/Hawk+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_TdEjMNZI/AAAAAAAAABE/q4BIlxoaVzI/s400/Hawk+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395263375004153234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_Tc-WlC0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/coIX06yEtP8/s1600-h/Hawk+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_Tc-WlC0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/coIX06yEtP8/s400/Hawk+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395263373340642114" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6925649891272958782-831517030902722245?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/831517030902722245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/creation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/831517030902722245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/831517030902722245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/creation.html' title='Creation'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_TdEjMNZI/AAAAAAAAABE/q4BIlxoaVzI/s72-c/Hawk+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-3258867200683326965</id><published>2009-10-21T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:35:42.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today started off with all sorts of crazy things, the type of things you hope will never happen, the kind of goodbyes that is hard on many levels. However I am grateful in so many ways for so many things. I have had some amazing friends who have encouraged me toward the Lord in ways that I have not been encouraged in a long time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting off work and getting home taking a quick nap and packing up the car I picked up Sarge and we headed for the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_MgxnoxYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GS7T_h4B9uo/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_MgxnoxYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GS7T_h4B9uo/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395255742060610946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we got to the spot where I was wanting to check and see if the salmon were running we had been sliding around corners for awhile on the muddy roads and sarge was ready to get out. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_Nod2XA5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hYmO4NzIVdg/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_Nod2XA5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hYmO4NzIVdg/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395256973704233874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we did a little exploring of a cave. wasn't that deep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarge wasn't too sure of me being inside of it tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_QRuoQhjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qm7gGHC3_3M/s200/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259881606383154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sarge wasn't too sure of me being inside of the cave tho and was rather glad when I came back out. it was a snug fit getting through those bars! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_QSJvp8KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/k5ICZgCYWHc/s200/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259888885166242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Heres the view from the car looking back up the way we came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_R2N7gqFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vCN4abl-Eac/s400/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395261607995549778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then there was the muddy little audi ready to drive us away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_SbaEZP8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7YG0EYhqtDg/s1600-h/Muddy+Audi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_SbaEZP8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7YG0EYhqtDg/s400/Muddy+Audi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395262246909198274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well thats all for now. Mr. O signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-3258867200683326965?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/3258867200683326965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/3258867200683326965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/3258867200683326965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-adventures.html' title='Todays adventures'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj24RvKS3B8/St_MgxnoxYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GS7T_h4B9uo/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925649891272958782.post-7028429536507986368</id><published>2009-10-17T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:03:04.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another blog.</title><content type='html'>I have started this blog to keep track of friends and family who have blogs on blogspot. Yes I know I could do this without having a blog but well I am getting a bit tired of Xanga anyway and so I figured this would be a good place to restart! :) Warning of ahead posts may contain graphic boring details of my life (i.e. instead of just saying I had a great breakfast it may read.. "This morning I got up at 0734hours and began to boil water for multi grain cereal at 0737hours, I measured out a third cup of grain and spilled aprox 2 tsp. of it on the counter at which point I used a blue washcloth to wipe down the counter and then rinsed it with cold water. The water began to boil at 0745hours and I added... ok you get the point)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I do enjoy using periods in this format... as you will often see... yes I know it is not good writing practice... I do so enjoy small things tho... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a spelling perfectionist then you most likely should avoid this blog at all cost. :) Another reason to avoid this blog is if you aren't open minded. i.e. if you have to have everyone agree with you and your opinion and are not willing (openminded) to allow someone to disagree with you and consider their viewpoint and accept them for who they are regardless of how extreme or conservative their viewpoint may seem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well if your still reading. may you survive and spend many hours of enjoyment waiting for me to write something witty or smart. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925649891272958782-7028429536507986368?l=ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/feeds/7028429536507986368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/yet-another-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/7028429536507986368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925649891272958782/posts/default/7028429536507986368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsofaloyal.blogspot.com/2009/10/yet-another-blog.html' title='Yet another blog.'/><author><name>Mr. O (jr)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878176590303042429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
