<?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-3945994015365861623</id><updated>2012-01-17T09:58:40.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MINISTRY OF BLAB</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5117859538933241152</id><published>2012-01-17T09:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:58:40.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are a few things of great value I have experienced in my life. One is  entering into intimacy with Almighty God by faith in Jesus Christ. It is difficult to put into words just what that means to me. But the closest earthly comparison I know, is the relationship I have with my loving wife. When we communicate well and are transparent with one another, there is nothing sweeter than to 'know' and be 'known'. The natural outcome of that kind of love was the creation of three beautiful children and a wonderful family. And looking back over the last 30 years, I feel deep satisfaction with that blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YL3UedCv-54/TxWEvWzbPaI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8chaXkJokdo/s1600/Good%2BTimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YL3UedCv-54/TxWEvWzbPaI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8chaXkJokdo/s320/Good%2BTimes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698606852617223586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of the Faith, Cassy, &amp;amp; Harley takes me back to a very special time of building a new home and child-rearing in the western burbs of Royal Palm Beach, Florida. It was a wonderful time of adventure and challenge. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFEarhPnevI/TxWCkDYZZmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/RwfhG3Ed0mM/s1600/Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFEarhPnevI/TxWCkDYZZmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/RwfhG3Ed0mM/s320/Kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698604459401766498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmuNHWjwbDw/TxWCayNfGpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/7hyIrzDt-5A/s1600/Good%2BTimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some great times over the years, and the three of them have been so much fun. They could add lots of laughter to family vacations, and have a good time almost anywhere.  Capturing moments of bliss while eating smores, its too bad the cameraman didn't get the date set properly on his camera. But that doesn't detract from the experience and good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-br016xRp3oU/TxWCxBdbxCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/PX0P_lGHxy0/s1600/LewisFamily2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-br016xRp3oU/TxWCxBdbxCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/PX0P_lGHxy0/s320/LewisFamily2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698604682224321570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful feelings are evoked  in thinking about how far we have come on the journey called life. I look at an adult family and realize how long it has really been. I don't feel old - but I am definitely older. And with the addition of little Ethan to our family, I am reminded again how blessed we are.  Thank You, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5117859538933241152?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5117859538933241152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5117859538933241152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5117859538933241152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5117859538933241152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-are-few-things-of-great-value-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YL3UedCv-54/TxWEvWzbPaI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8chaXkJokdo/s72-c/Good%2BTimes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-6771133208985648858</id><published>2011-11-23T11:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:48:10.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolfboro Regatta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6hc0BjnJWM/Ts0b89BhIVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/z_LOkDp4b_M/s1600/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6hc0BjnJWM/Ts0b89BhIVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/z_LOkDp4b_M/s320/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678225439171092818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fun I've had in a long time was attending this year's Wolfboro Regatta in Wolfboro, New Hampshire. It's a wonderful meeting of antique boat owners and retired race boat drivers at the beautiful Lake Winnipesaukee&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And the weather was PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x54qSZK5Cyk/Ts0dvtFTCuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xmOSeMyvi0Y/s1600/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x54qSZK5Cyk/Ts0dvtFTCuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xmOSeMyvi0Y/s320/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678227410576935650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these boats were top competitors in their day ... a few were World Record holders. And the current owners still take speed very seriously. The boats are in race-ready condition - some with more horsepower than ever before. And they really FLY around the race course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qqDKM7S1x0/Ts0fdaytwFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/m9KQ4H0r3LY/s1600/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qqDKM7S1x0/Ts0fdaytwFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/m9KQ4H0r3LY/s320/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678229295452766290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been many years (40?) since I went to Miami Marine Stadium to watch these old-school hydos run. They are as much fun to watch now as back then. These pictures  were taken from a dock in the pit area - right in the apex of a turn. But the water was good and drivers were getting them to skim the water at  about 150 mph in the straights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_TyTFzf5ag/Ts0hHAuQEBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5IKDAnHISgw/s1600/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_TyTFzf5ag/Ts0hHAuQEBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5IKDAnHISgw/s320/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678231109520855058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Switzer Craft really brought back memories for me ... haven't seen one in a VERY long time. When I was a kid (late 60s), I used to go to our neighborhood bridge over the Intercoastal Waterway and watch these boats run in the Miami Marathon. Running up over 100 mph, they were always first to come through. It was SO EXCITING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tyacCXwY7c/Ts0i0PBxavI/AAAAAAAAAco/XFBdZ_TgGRs/s1600/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tyacCXwY7c/Ts0i0PBxavI/AAAAAAAAAco/XFBdZ_TgGRs/s320/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678232985966570226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some really 'sweet' lake boats there too. These old beauties are a work of design art, and took hundreds of hours to build. There is a club in the Wolfboro area that provides a wonderful resource center for those working to keep these old relics afloat. Some of them are worth $$$$$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-6771133208985648858?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/6771133208985648858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=6771133208985648858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6771133208985648858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6771133208985648858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2011/11/wolfboro-regatta.html' title='Wolfboro Regatta'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6hc0BjnJWM/Ts0b89BhIVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/z_LOkDp4b_M/s72-c/Regatta_Wolfeboro%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-496825388028414934</id><published>2011-06-18T21:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:38:34.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laconia Bike Week 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9Y7R2o8QWI/Tf1KTqikB9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/o1Vh4eYkfTE/s1600/100_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9Y7R2o8QWI/Tf1KTqikB9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/o1Vh4eYkfTE/s320/100_1154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619729611725473746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready and loaded-up for the trip down to Laconia was REALLY exciting. This year I decided to trailer the bike down - instead of making the ride there and back. IT'S MUCH BETTER THIS WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oBXPRznjE0Y/Tf1Ke-dhmuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/t4Pl8w27K2M/s1600/laconia_weirsbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oBXPRznjE0Y/Tf1Ke-dhmuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/t4Pl8w27K2M/s320/laconia_weirsbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619729806051613410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year I get more time away to participate in the activities of Bike Week, and can't wait til the next year. Something about seeing the Weirs Beach sign each season makes my heart run a little faster. Of course, if you've seen the sign during Bike Week you have been stuck in a major traffic jam. Took me almost two hours to get through there on Wednesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cba2KFCfRXo/Tf1K0spH5UI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pDJ3ocDUOrw/s1600/100_1117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cba2KFCfRXo/Tf1K0spH5UI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pDJ3ocDUOrw/s320/100_1117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619730179225544002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brother from the CMA lives a few miles outside of Weirs Beach and let me camp-out on his property (free) as part of the Christian Motorcyclist's ministry for Bike Week. The picture is a bath-house with hot running water, showers, and refrigerators built specially for his camping guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XG3EcqTqLvE/Tf1LRpAVFwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JmEojzdy0wc/s1600/100_1118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XG3EcqTqLvE/Tf1LRpAVFwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JmEojzdy0wc/s320/100_1118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619730676465342210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the campers are riding big touring bikes pulling mini travel trailers. I choose the "low-buck" approach by sleeping in the back of the SUV on an air mattress. Not the most comfortable - but very mobile. It rained while I was there and mosquitoes were very active. Not a problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3HOqIfoGivg/Tf1MRH379fI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nhTNsqXoICo/s1600/100_1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3HOqIfoGivg/Tf1MRH379fI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nhTNsqXoICo/s320/100_1153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619731767083398642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Annual Hill-climb was an awesome experience. It was my first time attending this event. There was hundreds of spectators, and about 99% came to the event on a bike. It was a sea of motorcycles ... and a huge audience stood on the hillside for hours watching crazy people defy death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7nMovnk5i0/Tf1L7fo-b4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/NG4DXViBfEQ/s1600/100_1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7nMovnk5i0/Tf1L7fo-b4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/NG4DXViBfEQ/s320/100_1142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619731395505975170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, the CMA represented with a highly visible display canopy - giving away free ice-water, a few hundred gospel tracts, and several Bibles. Doing evangelism this way among Hells Angels, Outlaws, and the like makes my adrenaline run. We were there talking about Jesus and praying with people all day, but the time went by in a flash. Our motto is, "Riding For The Son", and that is EXACTLY what CMA-ers do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-496825388028414934?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/496825388028414934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=496825388028414934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/496825388028414934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/496825388028414934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2011/06/laconia-bike-week-2011.html' title='Laconia Bike Week 2011'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9Y7R2o8QWI/Tf1KTqikB9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/o1Vh4eYkfTE/s72-c/100_1154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-169805319942578565</id><published>2011-04-08T10:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:41:29.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LF3gykdGf1E/TZ8Z65OTMbI/AAAAAAAAAas/WmLnfCJU9-E/s1600/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LF3gykdGf1E/TZ8Z65OTMbI/AAAAAAAAAas/WmLnfCJU9-E/s320/DSC01447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593217761801351602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking about the end of a long winter and spring finally arriving, the bottom fell out! Visions of those beautiful Mid-coast Maine summer days were dancing in my head.  But "April Fools Day" fooled us all! In blew some more of the white  stuff, and there was a big surprise in store for those of us living in Northern New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFK_6OGC8JI/TZ8aJm51M-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Nt0ESlRGlD0/s1600/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFK_6OGC8JI/TZ8aJm51M-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Nt0ESlRGlD0/s320/DSC01448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593218014581699554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Toyota does not drive so well on slippery roads. And this day was no exception. I was unexpectedly 'home-bound' for the day as the snow just kept coming! We had about 8 inches of accumulation at our house, and I had to go searching for my snow boots just to get the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-TYfn6dlYs/TZ8bIJmcKfI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-1OcIrRvAWQ/s1600/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-TYfn6dlYs/TZ8bIJmcKfI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-1OcIrRvAWQ/s320/DSC01449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593219089047497202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got out some lawn equipment the last Saturday in March -preparing  it for use again. Previous snows had melted, and the grass was turning green . I even cranked up the motorcycle. But that was all premature, as this spring 'nor-easter' kept pounding away.  You just never know ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-169805319942578565?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/169805319942578565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=169805319942578565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/169805319942578565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/169805319942578565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LF3gykdGf1E/TZ8Z65OTMbI/AAAAAAAAAas/WmLnfCJU9-E/s72-c/DSC01447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-2330775432564899923</id><published>2011-02-28T16:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:55:29.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition to The Fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kz6NqXmfgB8/TWwUGs7l2NI/AAAAAAAAAaM/X3x4_TOVfXk/s1600/Roxee%2B2-11%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kz6NqXmfgB8/TWwUGs7l2NI/AAAAAAAAAaM/X3x4_TOVfXk/s320/Roxee%2B2-11%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578856143778076882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Roxee! This 5 yr. old brindle &amp;amp; white English Bulldog is the latest addition to our family. With her super-broad shoulders and under-shot jaw, she looks like she  could be REALLY mean.  But she is really mellow and shy. We are having fun welcoming her into our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTxQGtiDhj8/TWwUZggfjyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zMG0p2x80Ok/s1600/Misc%2BPictures%2B080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTxQGtiDhj8/TWwUZggfjyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zMG0p2x80Ok/s320/Misc%2BPictures%2B080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578856466860707618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxee is the sweetest dog I've ever met. We have owned several dogs over the years, and our first (33 yrs. ago) was a male English Bulldog that looked very similar. We've wanted another for quite some time, but just couldn't spend the bucks to get one. Then we discovered a bulldog rescue group online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCY3cJWcfpo/TWwUsKNL2mI/AAAAAAAAAac/68Z0IHzAcqc/s1600/Misc%2BPictures%2B084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCY3cJWcfpo/TWwUsKNL2mI/AAAAAAAAAac/68Z0IHzAcqc/s320/Misc%2BPictures%2B084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578856787291658850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxee's previous owners had to move and could not take her to the new location. They obviously did a great job training her. She is well-behaved, obeys commands (pretty well), and has been easy to care for in the transition. She already brought joy to our home - as we get a real 'kick' out of watching her. Let's face it, she "has a face only a mother could love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-2330775432564899923?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/2330775432564899923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=2330775432564899923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2330775432564899923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2330775432564899923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-addition-to-fam.html' title='New Addition to The Fam'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kz6NqXmfgB8/TWwUGs7l2NI/AAAAAAAAAaM/X3x4_TOVfXk/s72-c/Roxee%2B2-11%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-318296328083819215</id><published>2011-02-17T20:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:15:47.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit of America Les Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q75YyTluf9o/TV3SwzHioFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/oVgJdzaeeis/s1600/NYC%2B082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q75YyTluf9o/TV3SwzHioFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/oVgJdzaeeis/s320/NYC%2B082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574843649551933522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my friends that enjoy guitars as I do, you gotta check out the Les Paul I saw on display in NYC. If memory serves me well, I think it was in the lobby of the Empire State Building. This has GOT to be one of the coolest custom guitars I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NekbUzUcc-s/TV3REozogWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NaqwwI_25uI/s1600/NYC%2B081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NekbUzUcc-s/TV3REozogWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NaqwwI_25uI/s320/NYC%2B081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574841791358206306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The display itself was a work of art. I don't remember the details, but parts of the guitar (&amp;amp; display?) came from the rubble of the Twin Towers after the World Trade Center attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4Pvx5-zxhg/TV3TB7I9SoI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ogsWTLht-SY/s1600/NYC%2B083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4Pvx5-zxhg/TV3TB7I9SoI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ogsWTLht-SY/s320/NYC%2B083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574843943763135106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can click on this pic to enlarge the shot and read about the guitar ... maybe. It was so inspiring to see what people have done in remembrance of those who lost their lives there in 2001. Can't believe its been ten years already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-318296328083819215?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/318296328083819215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=318296328083819215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/318296328083819215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/318296328083819215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2011/02/spirit-of-america-les-paul.html' title='Spirit of America Les Paul'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q75YyTluf9o/TV3SwzHioFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/oVgJdzaeeis/s72-c/NYC%2B082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-2587420741215590049</id><published>2010-12-08T18:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:20:37.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, that's a car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TQAbhk128kI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XdRFgFAXbAE/s1600/DSC09011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TQAbhk128kI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XdRFgFAXbAE/s320/DSC09011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548465004559659586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people string up popcorn, some beads, and some lights. This guy strings up his car for Christmas. Yup. Today I was driving on a coastal back-road and glanced over to check out some Christmas decoration. I  looked back to the road in front of me and shouted, "Dude, that's a car"!  I broke out in uncomtrollable laughter and didn't stop until reaching Rockland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TQAbhfqHR7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/4QAVWISo_Hs/s1600/DSC09012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TQAbhfqHR7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/4QAVWISo_Hs/s320/DSC09012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548465003168221106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I had to go back the same way, so I took the camera along. I figured nobody would believe me if I told them about it. This HAD to take some good ingenuity and hard work. I think I will drop the guy a 'thank you' note. The sight of that car sailing through the air with Santa driving REALLY made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-2587420741215590049?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/2587420741215590049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=2587420741215590049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2587420741215590049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2587420741215590049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2010/12/dude-thats-car.html' title='Dude, that&apos;s a car!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TQAbhk128kI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XdRFgFAXbAE/s72-c/DSC09011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-1089277493025627929</id><published>2010-11-23T20:10:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:36:14.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxmOJIyd0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/s8111o1-0i8/s1600/NYC%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxmOJIyd0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/s8111o1-0i8/s320/NYC%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542917634543220546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Square ... What a fun place!&lt;br /&gt;We took four days off (all Jos could get) and headed for "The Big Apple" for some R&amp;amp;R. Life in the city is hardly restful, but we had a really nice hotel retreat over in  New Jersey.  So we walked around until exhausted, and headed back over the Hudson to rest. NYC is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxoJX7__0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/LS5gOxLzw1o/s1600/NYC%2B086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxoJX7__0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/LS5gOxLzw1o/s320/NYC%2B086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542919751640022850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to visit Ellis Island where my ancestors were 'processed' when migrating from Germany. From there they only traveled a little distance into up-state New York to settle. It felt very strange walking over this floor knowing there was so much history. If those old tile floors could talk - what stories they could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxpQdWJHdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/yaME033llv8/s1600/NYC%2B135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxpQdWJHdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/yaME033llv8/s320/NYC%2B135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542920972862561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to BB King's club in Mid-Manhattan and took in a show by a remnant of the band called, Asia. Musically, it was the 'pits', but I liked the venue. I would love to go there and see a good show by a complete band. Its almost like being on stage with the musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxwdJ2eOpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/05iw-Bn2qjQ/s1600/NYC%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxwdJ2eOpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/05iw-Bn2qjQ/s320/NYC%2B030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542928887549147794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very powerful experience walking on the hallowed grounds of the World Trade Center. As you can see, this was a clear blue day - just like 9/11 when the planes hit. As I walked around the grounds of this new structure being built, I could imagine the chaos on the streets that day. I could see the fire trucks parked around the block, firefighters yelling to one another about needed equipment, and hear the constant noise of verbal traffic coming over portable radios. It was surreal and overwhelming. Glad to see they are rebuilding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxrFL7Z6uI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ec65vPwxhko/s1600/NYC%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxrFL7Z6uI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ec65vPwxhko/s320/NYC%2B034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542922978231708386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very emotional while visiting this firefighter's memorial in the twin towers museum. As a former firefighter, I knew very well the sentiment of those who donated department patches, notes, and special trinkets. The feelings were strong and impact profound ... and they live on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-1089277493025627929?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/1089277493025627929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=1089277493025627929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1089277493025627929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1089277493025627929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TOxmOJIyd0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/s8111o1-0i8/s72-c/NYC%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5190194367339046824</id><published>2010-09-07T11:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:22:21.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZhWUnU80I/AAAAAAAAAYI/WwA-YFGlHv8/s1600/DSC08544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZhWUnU80I/AAAAAAAAAYI/WwA-YFGlHv8/s320/DSC08544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514201829880427330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a ride! Up on Cadillac Mountain on Labor Day. The views were spectacular!! You would never know a hurricane came through 48 hours ago. The air was so clean and clear, you could almost see the curvature of the earth. And there was LOTS of people in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZgDSrpCRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9cDdg6W_bNQ/s1600/DSC08540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZgDSrpCRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9cDdg6W_bNQ/s320/DSC08540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514200403432507666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josey and I spent the entire day on the bike. A little over 2 hours to  get there. We got lunch in Bar Harbor, and then began touring the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZk6K_onHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/o6MYiN73x-k/s1600/DSC08523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZk6K_onHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/o6MYiN73x-k/s320/DSC08523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514205744308198514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off the bike a few times to try and take in the sights. It always feels good to give the 'backside' a break. It was about 60 degrees up there, so soaking up some sun is nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZilWLGC3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6V3XI3T8XWc/s1600/DSC08596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZilWLGC3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6V3XI3T8XWc/s320/DSC08596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514203187508546418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late-afternoon the sun shinning on the water makes it sparkle ... I really love that. Its almost surreal, and feels magical. As usual, its really difficult to capture the beauty with a camera. But it sure was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZjr0Oz2DI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4iFOz7Hvvak/s1600/DSC08598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZjr0Oz2DI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4iFOz7Hvvak/s320/DSC08598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514204398168037426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off the mountain at low tide ... not the prettiest time of day in the park. And the smell was not all that great either. Extreme tides always expose sea life ... the kind that is best enjoyed when underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home about 6pm feeling quite wind-blown and road-weary. But what a day! Its good to be 'tuckered out' on a holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5190194367339046824?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5190194367339046824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5190194367339046824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5190194367339046824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5190194367339046824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day-ride.html' title='Labor Day Ride'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TIZhWUnU80I/AAAAAAAAAYI/WwA-YFGlHv8/s72-c/DSC08544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3862500802683284941</id><published>2010-07-12T15:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:57:09.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TDtv8jKyeQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/oIsOBmUPOFY/s1600/big_fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TDtv8jKyeQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/oIsOBmUPOFY/s400/big_fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493107256531777794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to say, those Spaniards gotta a good thing going for tradition. The annual Running of The Bulls looks like "big fun" to those of us who enjoy a little adrenaline rush with our recreation. I'm not real familiar with bulls. But I tangled with a 400 pound sow once and lost. So I can only imagine what its like to have one of these 'big boys' breathing down your neck while running for your life. It must get the ol' ticker beating fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TDtzF6Oz3OI/AAAAAAAAAX4/jaTbg2AaM0o/s1600/big_fun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TDtzF6Oz3OI/AAAAAAAAAX4/jaTbg2AaM0o/s400/big_fun2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493110715876367586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this picture of some white lady giving it a go - which I think is really cool. The article said she was a Canadian tourist, and this just doesn't seem to be something our french speaking neighbors would typically do.  But I gotta give her credit for taking one in the kidney for the sake of adventure. She's a right rugged gal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3862500802683284941?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3862500802683284941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3862500802683284941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3862500802683284941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3862500802683284941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-fun.html' title='Big Fun'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TDtv8jKyeQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/oIsOBmUPOFY/s72-c/big_fun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5570866213621237562</id><published>2010-06-15T16:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:19:18.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laconia 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TBfn_AkHbnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_FJE59zDnm0/s1600/laconia_weirsbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TBfn_AkHbnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_FJE59zDnm0/s400/laconia_weirsbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483106141016125042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it to Laconia for Bike Week! After three summers in nearby Maine, I finally found a free day to go. Although I only spent a few hours there, I can say it was "quite the experience".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode nearly all day to get there and then back home (about seven hours on the road). And I was blessed to have skirted a few major rain showers along the way. In fact, I rode most of the trip on flooded roads - but never felt a single raindrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TBfprPkYbcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/nSNpzhqSA3w/s1600/laconiamotorcycleweek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TBfprPkYbcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/nSNpzhqSA3w/s400/laconiamotorcycleweek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483108000469642690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time hanging out with fellow CMAers, the group was well represented. Bikers from the CMA are always at the "white church" on Weirs Beach strip. But I saw the colors being worn up and down the boardwalk. I saw a Hells Angels and every other breed too. And OH ... so many nice bikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TBfqE9_I9sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/mGgOKKjyl1s/s1600/laconia_bikeweek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TBfqE9_I9sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/mGgOKKjyl1s/s400/laconia_bikeweek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483108442426635970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of event is so good for me to experience. It gets me out of the 'church' and into the 'world' ... to be reminded of how some people really live. I live a terribly sheltered life. And the feeling at bike rallies is raw and real. People don't pretend to be anything, they just go wherever their urges (or intoxication) takes them.  You can see some pretty WILD stuff there. But I draw the line at sundown, I don't stay around after dark when the big party starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, "I've been there, done that, and got a T shirt". The event isn't even over yet and I can't wait for next year. "COME ON LACONIA 2011."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5570866213621237562?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5570866213621237562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5570866213621237562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5570866213621237562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5570866213621237562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2010/06/laconia-2010.html' title='Laconia 2010'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/TBfn_AkHbnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_FJE59zDnm0/s72-c/laconia_weirsbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-1909471019253510251</id><published>2010-03-29T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:19:28.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Member</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S7C_xcE_TsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EavsvBaCsRk/s1600/Pam_Den_Kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S7C_xcE_TsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EavsvBaCsRk/s400/Pam_Den_Kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454070004817284802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say "hello" to a new family member, Timothy (he's the one in mother's arms). Tim was born and lived in China, but as of last week lives in New Jersey with my niece, Pam. Her and her husband, Dennis have opened their home to this little fellow whom REALLY needed a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited about Tim's arrival, because we believe God gave Dennis &amp;amp; Pam vision for this adoption, as well as all the grace needed to love him unconditionally. And as you can see, he has a few new brothers that love him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful thing to behold when God gives someone vision for such a thing. A burden started the process of investigation. And investigation fostered a desire to help. Now after three years of prayer and preparation, we see that vision become reality. ITS AWESOME !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-1909471019253510251?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/1909471019253510251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=1909471019253510251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1909471019253510251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1909471019253510251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-family-member.html' title='New Family Member'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S7C_xcE_TsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EavsvBaCsRk/s72-c/Pam_Den_Kids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3056068245192820276</id><published>2010-03-05T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:16:13.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S5Gb6RX_JkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x0korm9cJJk/s1600-h/Johnson+1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S5Gb6RX_JkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x0korm9cJJk/s400/Johnson+1957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445304849866368578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE this picture because it reminds me of my youth. I had a '57 Johnson (35 HP) just like this one - on an aluminum Lonestar boat of the same vintage. It was an unusual boat for South Florida where the extremely salty ocean eats up everything metal. Obviously it was somebody's lake boat from the north, because it was still in great condition by 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had SO much fun running up and down the Inter-coastal Waterway in that boat. I remember the battery often going dead so the electric starter would not work. Having to crank it by hand was a real chore. Those old motors had some SERIOUS compression, and I was a little kid then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun-up to sundown we burned all the gasoline we could buy. I went through hundreds of gallons (really cheap gas) as we water skied and explored Florida's waters. It was WONDERFUL ... wish I could go back to that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3056068245192820276?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3056068245192820276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3056068245192820276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3056068245192820276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3056068245192820276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-love-this-picture-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S5Gb6RX_JkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x0korm9cJJk/s72-c/Johnson+1957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3295010638009645099</id><published>2010-02-18T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:13:44.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission, According to Jesus</title><content type='html'>Reading some interesting stuff on the internet concerning the church in contemporary society. One author points out : "Jesus Christ used salt and light as metaphors of the influential characteristics of His church in the world. Historically, salt has always been a valuable commodity used, among other things, as an antiseptic to withdraw infection. ... Likewise, the presence of the church in the world is Christ's antiseptic to sin, an influence of God's righteousness that tends to displace the infection of evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fresh perspective on a very old metaphor. And as I think on it, I believe the writer is right. I have seen examples where a healthy church that is influencing its community has a real (often measurable) affect upon it. In addition to things like repaired family relationships and restored marriages, there are other more "social" changes. The least of these was a reduction in crime rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may choose to argue about such statistical changes and attempt to attribute it to something other than the influence of a church. But when many of those former criminals are discovered IN the church ... that is having become an active member, the reason behind change becomes quite obvious. This is 'regeneration' in its most primitive form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are we (the church) salt and light? Take a look around next meeting. Who's sitting next to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3295010638009645099?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3295010638009645099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3295010638009645099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3295010638009645099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3295010638009645099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2010/02/mission-according-to-jesus.html' title='Mission, According to Jesus'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5744334439281172106</id><published>2010-01-27T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:00:06.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1913 Bi-Autogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S2BrBTDd6eI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zxNiW_okkL8/s1600-h/Bi-Autogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S2BrBTDd6eI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zxNiW_okkL8/s400/Bi-Autogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431458820647676386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my biker friends in cyberspace, you just gotta check this one out. Its gotta be the most bizarre looking motorcycle ever built. And "yes" it has retractable training wheels (wood) for stopping at those pesky intersections -when you can't easily slide over to get a foot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In original condition, its pretty rough - but all there. This machine is definitely a work of artistic design and craftsmanship. It was a prototype, so as far as I can tell "its one-of-a-kind."  And in "the day", it was SOME KIND of hotrod! Somebody wanted to go fast, cause they slipped the biggest motor they could find in it. That's something like putting a blown hemi in the trikes of today. And on wooden spokes and tire rims ... no less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ride is currently on display in the Owls Head Transportation Museum (www.ohtm.org) in Owls Head, Maine - along with lots of other choice antiques. The museum has an AWESOME Vintage Motorcycle Meet the first weekend in September, and people come from everywhere. The area literally becomes a biker-town over night, with a good deal of old stuff running up and down the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is my favorite month in Maine ... EXCELLENT riding on the coast that time of year. If your interested in coming up, put that scooter in gear! Join hundreds of bikes and go for a scenic ride ... and DEFINITELY check out the Bi-Autogo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5744334439281172106?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5744334439281172106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5744334439281172106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5744334439281172106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5744334439281172106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4776497958081453644?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4776497958081453644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-2740936099880876257</id><published>2010-01-04T13:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:35:49.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Architecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S0IuOuwJlfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HC219zkKNAc/s1600-h/Burj+Kalifa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S0IuOuwJlfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HC219zkKNAc/s400/Burj+Kalifa3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422947731910530546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Burj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Khalifa&lt;/span&gt; is twice as tall as the Empire State Building and towers above the City of Dubai. This "world's tallest building" is nothing short of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;architectural&lt;/span&gt; masterpiece. And to think it is right on the ocean and will have to withstand all the maritime winds and foul weather is truly amazing. As one whom has dabbled in construction work, I can only begin to comprehend what went into building this monumental structure. Its really beyond me to imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I would say, these workers pictured below must have nerves of steel! The title of the picture was "The Last Panel".  Boy! ... the pucker factor must have been high that day. Those yellow safety belts might have been to keep them from floating off into space instead of falling to the ground. And I'm surprised they didn't need supplemental oxygen up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S0Ix98UKrmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WHPhzaylEbg/s1600-h/Burj+Kalifa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S0Ix98UKrmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WHPhzaylEbg/s400/Burj+Kalifa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422951841539993186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a restaurant on the top floor being advertised. I would think the view is quite good. The question I have is, "Could I get over a queezy stomach to enjoy a meal up there"? AND ... can I see the Space Shuttle's docking station from my table?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-2740936099880876257?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/2740936099880876257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=2740936099880876257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2740936099880876257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2740936099880876257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-architecture.html' title='Awesome Architecture'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/S0IuOuwJlfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HC219zkKNAc/s72-c/Burj+Kalifa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-8449990072490293825</id><published>2010-01-02T10:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:29:35.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wintah is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sz9oSDqayuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DJdJ4xskQtY/s1600-h/DSC05327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sz9oSDqayuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DJdJ4xskQtY/s400/DSC05327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422167135807523554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuh, 'wintah' is back! Its one of those days (weekends) in Maine when I pace around the homestead trying to keep from thinking about the fact that I am pretty-much "encarcerated" for a while; giving up the freedom to come and go as I please. The walls start closing in and the house feels 'smaller' this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when -in years gone by, I longed for an unexpected day off like this. The demands of two jobs and requirements of a good deal of volunteer work kept me running steady. And there was the challenging responsibility of parenting my three children.  That was in South Florida where the weather never really changes your plans, and days run into weeks with a constant and uninterrupted flow of the time line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that has changed now. The kids are grown and out on their own (thank God). And now Josey &amp;amp; I call the extreme Northeast; "home". So I spent the morning digging out the vehicles and clearing the driveway of snow - just in case there is a pressing reason to risk my life out on the roads. Funny thing is, its so often redundant. The fact is, its supposed to snow all day and I'll probably be digging again in a matter of a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, I can get caught-up on some of the unfinished tasks. As a pastor, "planning" for the church is a constant need - but one in which I never seem to feel content. Along with weekly sermon prep and othere regular responsibility, there is an on-going requirement to envision the future and put actions plans into place. Then there is the requirement of planning how to communicate and motivate for action. All this 'stuff' requires a tremendous amount of energy (unnoticed by most people) and a good deal of time. I suppose I could ignore most of it and still draw a paycheck. But that's not me ... and its certainly not good leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, "This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it" ... and PLAN!   ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-8449990072490293825?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/8449990072490293825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=8449990072490293825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8449990072490293825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8449990072490293825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2010/01/wintah-is-back.html' title='Wintah is back!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sz9oSDqayuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DJdJ4xskQtY/s72-c/DSC05327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-8935727785073005796</id><published>2009-12-16T17:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:25:12.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SylZw76SzcI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fS-OkGlHhLs/s1600-h/blossom_garden_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SylZw76SzcI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fS-OkGlHhLs/s400/blossom_garden_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415958724140518850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got re-connected with some wonderful memories of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the 80's I had friends in South Florida who were native Jamaicans. On a vacation and visit to the homeland, they discovered one of the orphanages was is in tremendous need of help. Upon their return they rallied a few of us to return with them and help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small group (I think 8) made a trip to Montego Bay, Jamaica with this couple, and made our way in a rental van up the mountain to Blossom Gardens. What we discovered was nothing short of emotionally"devastating". Somewhere I have a VHS video of our arrival, and every time I watch the video brings me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our stay in Jamaica, we were able to repair plumbing (fix toilets), rebuild a gate (to keep free-roaming livestock out),  and install their very first electric clothes washer for all the diapers (previously washed by hand).  We made about 60 children and a few staff workers very happy.  People there were not resistant to our help like the typical American. They welcomed us with open arms (literally). We all cried several times during our visit. It was a life-changing experience. And I will never forget it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-8935727785073005796?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/8935727785073005796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=8935727785073005796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8935727785073005796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8935727785073005796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-connection.html' title='An Old Connection'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SylZw76SzcI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fS-OkGlHhLs/s72-c/blossom_garden_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4415325743729617600</id><published>2009-12-09T14:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:01:33.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sx_6S144mXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RtaUlpYsX_g/s1600-h/Fox_visit3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sx_6S144mXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RtaUlpYsX_g/s320/Fox_visit3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413320478732884338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a new friend over for lunch. This beautiful fox stopped by to dine on apples in my back yard. Since the house backs up to lots of undeveloped acreage, we often see deer passing through. But this was the first visit by a fox. And "boy" was she hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sx_73jlRFgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/JBypakH3HHE/s1600-h/Fox_visit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sx_73jlRFgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/JBypakH3HHE/s320/Fox_visit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413322208985552386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I asked if she could stay a while. Mrs. Fox made herself right at home and found a comfy place against a warm rock. Though she wouldn't let me near, I'm wondering if she may have been a pet at one time. She didn't seem to mind me checking on her and taking a few pictures ... as long as I kept my distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sx_-M4XWJ4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/6qupg3_IHgg/s1600-h/Fox_visit2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sx_-M4XWJ4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/6qupg3_IHgg/s320/Fox_visit2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413324774364817282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have felt at-ease. She moved over to some taller grass and curled up for a nice long siesta. As the sun went down she could still be seen curled in a ball and snoozing away. It wasn't until late at night that I shined my flashlight and noticed she had moved on.  It was one of those simple events in life that does the heart good.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you", Mrs. Fox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4415325743729617600?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4415325743729617600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4415325743729617600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4415325743729617600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4415325743729617600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-8339031237816500135</id><published>2009-11-28T13:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:18:32.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxFwP9KrRuI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RIV85EWVZlI/s1600/DSC07596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxFwP9KrRuI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RIV85EWVZlI/s400/DSC07596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409228046868367074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a WONDERFUL TIME gathering again for the Thanksgiving holiday at Doug &amp;amp; Michele's. As usual, the food was FANTASTIC and there was plenty of it. I know full well there are many families suffering a financial crisis right now. And knowing too - many military families are separated for the holiday, I feel "We are truly blessed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxFu0Lt2zlI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ENvL_d7LMWc/s1600/DSC07437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxFu0Lt2zlI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ENvL_d7LMWc/s400/DSC07437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409226470226054738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josey and I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with our son and daughters ... and I was back with my little buddy (Ethan) again. Being a grandfather is much more fulfilling than I ever expected. I can't explain it! I am so excited about it, I had to grow a gray beard to be authentic. There's just 'something' about seeing my own flesh and blood reproduced in a second generation that brings great reward. And my daughter, Faith is SUCH a good mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxFyegHmQbI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Gm4uFd4IyHk/s1600/DSC07572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxFyegHmQbI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Gm4uFd4IyHk/s400/DSC07572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409230495792120242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my fishing protege', Cassy. She "whooped" all the guys in a fishing contest at the pond behind the house - by cranking in two beautiful Largemouth Bass. My daughters are both gorgeous gals that know how to bait a hook, and are not afraid to get their hands fishy. I love that my girls enjoy fishing. That was a family activity we often enjoyed while they were growing up. And they are good at it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-8339031237816500135?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/8339031237816500135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=8339031237816500135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8339031237816500135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8339031237816500135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/11/virginia-visit.html' title='Virginia Visit'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxFwP9KrRuI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RIV85EWVZlI/s72-c/DSC07596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-7585067167837115366</id><published>2009-11-21T16:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:40:56.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bang some more ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Swhb8ABtsoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/INTXFn3g89I/s1600/Hadron+Collider.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Swhb8ABtsoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/INTXFn3g89I/s400/Hadron+Collider.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406672439015748226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again the Hadron Collider is coming back on line. I blogged about this about a year ago because I was quite excited about the possibilities. Unfortunately, some flaws in the prototype showed up the first few times it was fired up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a year's worth of repairs and a 'bizzilion' more dollars, many in the scientific community are 'buzzing' again. There is also great interest among scientific theologians who seek to merge their belief in God with geological evidence for an "old earth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, the interest among these scientific theologians is in what has been called, "The God Factor" within Big Bang Theory. Consistent with classic Design Theory, the God Factor would suggest that a Designer (capital D) hurled the heavenly bodies into space with such precision so as to survive millions of years without major collisions and eminent destruction. Questions about THAT have perplexed many astronomers and mathematicians for a while now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no physicist or mathematician. In fact, I wasn't sure I could spell "physicist" until just now. But an answer to this question about the precision of the cosmos points to what is called by people like me, a miracle ... certainly something "supernatural". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will these experiments produce undeniable evidence for God? We shall see! For me, it would just be one more evidence for what I already believe to be true. God exists ... OH YEA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-7585067167837115366?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/7585067167837115366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=7585067167837115366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7585067167837115366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7585067167837115366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-bang-some-more.html' title='Big Bang some more ...'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Swhb8ABtsoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/INTXFn3g89I/s72-c/Hadron+Collider.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4538791672030190514</id><published>2009-11-17T09:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:00:50.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady with Three Hairs</title><content type='html'>There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today." So she did and she had a wonderful day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror, and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. "H-M-M," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today." So she did and she had a grand day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror, and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. "Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail." So she did and she had a fun, fun day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror, and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. "YEA!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in grieving the loss of a loved one we must begin again seeing our glass "half full" - not half empty. Naturally speaking, dying is part of living. We have little control in the aging process, and ultimately NO control of immortality. Seems to me, most of the matter has to do with maintaining a good attitude and positive outlook. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So today I choose to Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly....... Leave the rest to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4538791672030190514?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4538791672030190514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4538791672030190514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4538791672030190514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4538791672030190514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/11/lady-with-three-hairs.html' title='The Lady with Three Hairs'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4233425309398473336</id><published>2009-11-06T20:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:18:29.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief: Coping with Reminders</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Coping with reawakened grief &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(www.mayoclinic.com/health/grief)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Time itself can lessen the intensity of your grief. You can also take measures to cope with anniversaries, special days and other reminders of your loss so that you can continue the healing process, including: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;li class="doublespace"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be reassured.&lt;/strong&gt; Remember that anniversary reactions are common and normal and that the pain fades as the years pass — although it may never go away completely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="doublespace"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prepare for episodes of grief.&lt;/strong&gt; Knowing that you're likely to experience anniversary reactions can help you understand them and even turn them into opportunities for healing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="doublespace"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look for healing opportunities.&lt;/strong&gt; You might find yourself dreading upcoming special days, fearful of being overwhelmed by painful memories and emotions. In some cases, the anticipation can be worse than the reality. In fact, you may find that you work through some of your grief as you cope with the stress and anxiety of approaching reminders.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="doublespace"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminisce about the relationship you had with the person who died.&lt;/strong&gt; Try to focus on the good things about the relationship and the time you had together, rather than the loss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="doublespace"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan a distraction.&lt;/strong&gt; Take a weekend away or plan a visit with friends or relatives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="doublespace"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start a new tradition in your loved one's memory.&lt;/strong&gt; For example, make a donation to a charitable organization in the person's name on birthdays or holidays, or plant a tree in honor of your loved one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="doublespace"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tune out.&lt;/strong&gt; Limit your exposure to news reports about tragic events if you become more anxious, sad or distressed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="doublespace"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Connect with others.&lt;/strong&gt; Draw family members and friends close to you, rather than avoiding them. Find someone who encourages you to talk about your loss. Stay connected to your usual support systems, such as spiritual leaders and social groups. Consider joining a bereavement support group.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="doublespace"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allow yourself to feel sadness and a sense of loss.&lt;/strong&gt; But also allow yourself to experience joy and happiness as you celebrate special times. In fact, you might find yourself both laughing and crying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;www.mayoclinic.com/health/grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4233425309398473336?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4233425309398473336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4233425309398473336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4233425309398473336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4233425309398473336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/11/grief-coping-with-reminders-after-loss.html' title='Grief: Coping with Reminders'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-2996600787164486822</id><published>2009-10-26T10:22:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:35:28.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Grieving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;While in college I 'minored' in psychology. I have since been an avid reader in the field. One of the classic models for grieving has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the great work of Elizabeth Kubler-Ross. She studied           people facing a terminal illness and           published the landmark book "On Death And           Dying". Her 5 stages of grief are:&lt;br /&gt;  1) Denial&lt;br /&gt;  2) Anger&lt;br /&gt;  3) Bargaining&lt;br /&gt;  4) Depression&lt;br /&gt;  5) Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;As I grieve the loss of my mother, I wonder if Ross's model best applies to those of us not grieving our own mortality - but the loss of a loved one. Recently I was looking at another work on the subject by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Aurora Winter, whom writes from the perspective of losing her young husband at 33 years of age.  Her stages of grief (w/ brief explanations) are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Get support&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You have to be willing to ask for support.           Getting support is essential for rapid           healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;2) Express your feelings&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;Unexpressed feelings are like food           poisoning. You need to get what is bothering           you out of your system.  &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;b&gt;3) Accept what happened&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;When you stop fighting and resisting           what is ... when you can accept what           happened &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;as if&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you had chosen           it, your victim energy evaporates. When you           don't feel like a victim, gratitude is what           remains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;b&gt;4) Forgive everyone everything, including           yourself&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;Resentment is like taking poison and           waiting for other person to die. When you           forgive, you are freed from the past and           empowered to live a joyful life in the           present and create a meaningful, joyful the           future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;b&gt;5) Help others&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;The final stage of grief is when you           lend a helping hand to support others.           That's when you know that you have healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Though I do not know about Mrs. Winter's research or academics, I think there is some good old-fashined wisdom in her words. Maybe this post will help someone. If so join me ... its time to begin healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-2996600787164486822?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/2996600787164486822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=2996600787164486822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2996600787164486822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2996600787164486822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-grieving.html' title='On Grieving'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-31279728092452221</id><published>2009-10-12T07:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:26:50.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God-speed Dearest Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/StMRD1Of2RI/AAAAAAAAAUg/27ctkGondFs/s1600-h/DSC06305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/StMRD1Of2RI/AAAAAAAAAUg/27ctkGondFs/s400/DSC06305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391671936417782034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 10:40am she left the planet and crossed over to the next dimension. I will miss her in this life. She was a good person, great mother, and rock of support to us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-31279728092452221?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/31279728092452221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=31279728092452221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/31279728092452221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/31279728092452221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-speed-dearest-mother.html' title='God-speed Dearest Mother'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/StMRD1Of2RI/AAAAAAAAAUg/27ctkGondFs/s72-c/DSC06305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-7824161742216765221</id><published>2009-10-07T09:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:16:39.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Strokes for Different Folks</title><content type='html'>I've been telling my friends that things around the Nation's capitol are somewhat 'different' than the rest of the Country. A former riding buddy and fellow CMA member (Rob) posted this picture taken at a recent biker rally near DC. In this case, "a picture is worth a thousand words" ... you can fill in the blanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SsyZwDNjtgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ub_5-osyBM8/s1600-h/Virginia+CMA-er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SsyZwDNjtgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ub_5-osyBM8/s400/Virginia+CMA-er.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389851904830584322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, the grenade mirrors are a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SsyZwDNjtgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ub_5-osyBM8/s1600-h/Virginia+CMA-er.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-7824161742216765221?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/7824161742216765221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=7824161742216765221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7824161742216765221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7824161742216765221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/10/different-strokes-for-different-folks.html' title='Different Strokes for Different Folks'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SsyZwDNjtgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ub_5-osyBM8/s72-c/Virginia+CMA-er.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-2137051364215421302</id><published>2009-10-05T08:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:50:26.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MOST WONDERFUL WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Ssnj3Z_KsuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gF_j-9_0VF4/s1600-h/DSC06248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Ssnj3Z_KsuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gF_j-9_0VF4/s320/DSC06248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389088970133648098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MOST WONDERFUL WOMAN on the planet is very sick. My 89 year-old mother is in the hospital with some serious health problems. Her heart is weak and she's not breathing well. Doctors don't offer much hope for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to Maine for a visit a few months ago. It was a rare journey north from South Florida (she hates weather below 85 degrees). We had a memorable time sight-seeing and climbing the Marshall Point Lighthouse where this picture was taken. Yup ... 89 and still able to climb a steep spiral staircase. She amazed us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's in the fight of her life. Yesterday she had a decent day, so I spoke to her on the hospital phone. It was SO good to hear her voice again. We talked briefly about her condition and struggle (with oxygen hissing in background), but mostly she wanted an update on me and my family. She was more concerned about us and the ministry than anything else ... that's my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-2137051364215421302?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/2137051364215421302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=2137051364215421302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2137051364215421302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2137051364215421302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-wonderful-woman.html' title='MOST WONDERFUL WOMAN'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Ssnj3Z_KsuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gF_j-9_0VF4/s72-c/DSC06248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5520445730572393373</id><published>2009-09-27T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:20:00.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's My Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SsAdJIYZTMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_mirq3-fdw0/s1600-h/Ethan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SsAdJIYZTMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_mirq3-fdw0/s320/Ethan3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386337197040946370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that's my daughters boy - but my grandson. He's a fun kid ... and the coolest little guy!&lt;br /&gt;His grandmother and I "love him to bits" and wish we could see him more often. Thankfully our daughter makes good use of her i-phone and regularly sends pictures. WE LOVE YOU ETHAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5520445730572393373?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5520445730572393373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5520445730572393373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5520445730572393373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5520445730572393373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-my-boy.html' title='That&apos;s My Boy!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SsAdJIYZTMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_mirq3-fdw0/s72-c/Ethan3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3942616546305393846</id><published>2009-09-16T13:57:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:34:10.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta blab about it !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SrEn0sI07mI/AAAAAAAAAT4/upyYM1HwQdo/s1600-h/DSC07048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SrEn0sI07mI/AAAAAAAAAT4/upyYM1HwQdo/s400/DSC07048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382126815839317602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josey and I were "blessed beyond measure" last week. We attended a Pastor's Refreshment Weekend put together by Phil Waldrep Ministries out of Trinity, Alabama. These Southerners know how to bless with extravagance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SrEpbWaFAFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XPbCQJbhCDI/s1600-h/DSC06909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SrEpbWaFAFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XPbCQJbhCDI/s400/DSC06909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382128579532619858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at this wonderful old hotel overlooking the New Hampshire mountains. The food was wonderful, hotel services great, and key note speaker outstanding. Phil Waldrep said the vision for this weekend was born out of his many years of traveling throughout the Country, and recognizing unique challenges of Christian ministry in New England. For us, it was quite literally a "vacation made in heaven".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SrEna2MlVMI/AAAAAAAAATw/5OP5D4e4j70/s1600-h/DSC06913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SrEna2MlVMI/AAAAAAAAATw/5OP5D4e4j70/s400/DSC06913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382126371862828226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I got to spend "quality time" with my best friend, lover, and wife of 31 years. I enjoyed the break from routine, and LOVED spending this time with my lady ... there is no one I would rather spend it with. We will always remember these few days as a high-point in our life and ministry together. "Thank God" for Phil Waldrep, his staff, and his host of volunteers for their gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3942616546305393846?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3942616546305393846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3942616546305393846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3942616546305393846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3942616546305393846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/09/blessed-beyond-measure.html' title='Gotta blab about it !'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SrEn0sI07mI/AAAAAAAAAT4/upyYM1HwQdo/s72-c/DSC07048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4834915929547078063</id><published>2009-09-14T07:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:57:09.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SrEm44uz2TI/AAAAAAAAATo/UC_kuyk0XIE/s1600-h/DSC07143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SrEm44uz2TI/AAAAAAAAATo/UC_kuyk0XIE/s400/DSC07143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382125788427704626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the Grace Kelly Quartet layin down some nice jazz in downtown Boston. This gal can REALLY PLAY the sax ... and only 17 years old! She should have a very successful career - if she can avoid the usual pitfalls of the industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4834915929547078063?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4834915929547078063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4834915929547078063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4834915929547078063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4834915929547078063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/09/heard-grace-kelly-quartet-layin-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SrEm44uz2TI/AAAAAAAAATo/UC_kuyk0XIE/s72-c/DSC07143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-8237903978977858247</id><published>2009-09-13T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:26:52.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a WONDERFUL weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sq2oxrfDynI/AAAAAAAAATY/YDnz_tXc3jw/s1600-h/Boston+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sq2oxrfDynI/AAAAAAAAATY/YDnz_tXc3jw/s400/Boston+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381142701217663602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Josey and I are enjoying our summer vacation. We started off spending a few nights in the New Hampshire mountains, now in Boston for the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Today we went to see the Blue Man Group down in the theater district. Its an AWESOME show! And the city is SO much fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-8237903978977858247?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/8237903978977858247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=8237903978977858247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8237903978977858247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8237903978977858247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-wonderful-weekend.html' title='Its been a WONDERFUL weekend!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sq2oxrfDynI/AAAAAAAAATY/YDnz_tXc3jw/s72-c/Boston+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-7816443499098025846</id><published>2009-09-03T18:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:13:22.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Longest Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SqA-0ni2IJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bZL7pDrdPQU/s1600-h/Gross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SqA-0ni2IJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bZL7pDrdPQU/s400/Gross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377367028769628306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on the web news today. I just had to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really gross! I mean, how would you ....... And then, how could you ..... OH NEVER MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Dave/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-7816443499098025846?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/7816443499098025846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=7816443499098025846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7816443499098025846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7816443499098025846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/09/worlds-longest-nails.html' title='Worlds Longest Nails'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SqA-0ni2IJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bZL7pDrdPQU/s72-c/Gross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4361750873273152262</id><published>2009-09-01T10:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:46:59.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sp0yISh51_I/AAAAAAAAATI/vAYinLcCgMQ/s1600-h/Jet-Powered-Motorcycle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sp0yISh51_I/AAAAAAAAATI/vAYinLcCgMQ/s400/Jet-Powered-Motorcycle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376508648144623602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;NOW THAT'S A RIDE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Just came across this picture in the "My Pictures" folder and thought I would post it just for fun. I don't remember when or where I downloaded it, but I thought it was really cool. Every biker would have to admit, "THAT'LL WARM YOUR BACKSIDE ON A COOL NIGHT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4361750873273152262?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4361750873273152262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4361750873273152262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4361750873273152262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4361750873273152262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-thats-ride-just-came-across-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sp0yISh51_I/AAAAAAAAATI/vAYinLcCgMQ/s72-c/Jet-Powered-Motorcycle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4106948181537436848</id><published>2009-08-29T08:36:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:21:06.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Doing Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SpkhcMgjVEI/AAAAAAAAASo/RGCPtWvF6Jo/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SpkhcMgjVEI/AAAAAAAAASo/RGCPtWvF6Jo/s320/IMG_0869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375364398521209922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report my mother is doing quite well. Pictured here with great-grandchildren, she is regaining her strength every day. Yesterday, she actually shed her oxygen tubing and hobbled to the swimming pool for a dip. She IS determined to get well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the last week (5 days) caring for her and helping her get back on her feet. She had a near-death experience and a very difficult week in ICU. Her strong Christian faith is evident when she says, "I had wonderful peace about it all." She also says she never wants to be that sick again. It was a tough go - no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Spkm7d8alnI/AAAAAAAAATA/2cCsYSv1_ow/s1600-h/florida-waterway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Spkm7d8alnI/AAAAAAAAATA/2cCsYSv1_ow/s400/florida-waterway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375370433335563890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, I had opportunity to visit my home state and place of birth once again. What Dorothy said is true, "There's no place like home". Though the situation was difficult and hot weather extreme, I loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone has special feelings for their place of birth. But the truth is, its been a long time since I lived in South Florida. I know some of my classmates are still there 'hammering' out a living in whatever way they can. And some are doing very well! But truthfully, I know very few people now living in the area. And I felt like a tiny minnow in a huge ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the location, visiting and helping an elderly parent is priceless. It rates right at the top of my list for meaningful experience and worth-while endeavors. In fact, I will continue doing it - regardless of personal sacrifice and cost. My mudda, SHE'S THE GREATEST! ... and I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4106948181537436848?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4106948181537436848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4106948181537436848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4106948181537436848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4106948181537436848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/08/mom-doing-well.html' title='Mom Doing Well'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SpkhcMgjVEI/AAAAAAAAASo/RGCPtWvF6Jo/s72-c/IMG_0869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4224538041067970468</id><published>2009-08-17T08:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:49:16.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NICE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SolKJrbN-vI/AAAAAAAAASI/DhJKYW0YzJc/s1600-h/penobscot_narrows_080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SolKJrbN-vI/AAAAAAAAASI/DhJKYW0YzJc/s400/penobscot_narrows_080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370905560752192242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NICE" is the best word I can think of to describe the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it has been a very busy week in the Lewis household, we found time to take a convertible ride to the relatively new Penobscot Narrows Observatory up near Bucksport. This 442-foot tower boasts of being the tallest of its kind in the world, and the only observatory bridge in the Western Hemisphere. I have no formal training in the field, but I would say this thing is an engineering masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;I think you can click on these pictures and they will enlarge for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SolLWqhm_pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yIRtooJEteY/s1600-h/penobscot_narrows_293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SolLWqhm_pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yIRtooJEteY/s400/penobscot_narrows_293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370906883360489106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, the 'pucker factor' is quite high when you first step out of the elevator. There is only about 3 feet to the glass that separates you from a 42-story drop, and it "takes wind right out of ya." But after a few minutes of bravery and adjustment, the queezie feelings disappeared and the view was pure delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a clear day and visibility was good. It seemed strange to see the hunting osprey soaring over the river - several hundred feet below you, and Cadillac Monutain looking like you could reach out and touch it. One can literally see for miles up here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SolNgtsvxbI/AAAAAAAAASY/dvu-3oWIgyg/s1600-h/penobscot_narrows_278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SolNgtsvxbI/AAAAAAAAASY/dvu-3oWIgyg/s400/penobscot_narrows_278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370909255034455474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the neat things about this state-of-the-art structures is that its located a few hundred yards from the old Fort Knox. One gets a strange sense about history as the "old" and "new" are both beheld in one glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its a good stop on your adventures up the coast of Maine ... well worth the time and cost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4224538041067970468?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4224538041067970468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4224538041067970468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4224538041067970468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4224538041067970468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice.html' title='NICE!!!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SolKJrbN-vI/AAAAAAAAASI/DhJKYW0YzJc/s72-c/penobscot_narrows_080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5599046316394250995</id><published>2009-08-08T18:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:57:27.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5 from "g"</title><content type='html'>"g" asks us to blog about something&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; "I used to (think, feel, believe, know, etc.)...., but now I ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think intelligent people are open-minded and non-judgmental, but now I no longer think that's true. Living has taught me that regardless of what people say about not being judgmental, they really are. I think its just human nature. Everyone makes 'judgments' based upon their values and preferences, and education or intellectual power does little (if anything) to change that. Political correctness is just an American fad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5599046316394250995?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5599046316394250995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5599046316394250995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5599046316394250995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5599046316394250995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/08/mi-5-from-g.html' title='MI-5 from &quot;g&quot;'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3825669508726171828</id><published>2009-08-04T08:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:47:13.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobster Festival 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SngrRFwf2LI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ER5JDXMHoPQ/s1600-h/DSC06594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SngrRFwf2LI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ER5JDXMHoPQ/s400/DSC06594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366086528615307442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea ... skies were blue and the sun hot for the parade. But what a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun participating in this years Lobster Festival parade. I hear attendance and $$$ was down again this year, but you would never guess that by the crowds lining streets for the parade. We tossed a record amount of candy, and could have used another 100 pounds more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwane did a great job putting us in a sweet spot for decorating and waiting for the other 99 floats to fall in line - once the parade began. It was a long and exhausting day. But how do you put a price on something like that ? The kids had a "ball", Harmony Church had a visible presence, and we made a significant contribution to building community spirit.  That's priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3825669508726171828?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3825669508726171828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3825669508726171828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3825669508726171828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3825669508726171828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/08/lobster-festival-2009.html' title='Lobster Festival 2009'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SngrRFwf2LI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ER5JDXMHoPQ/s72-c/DSC06594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-7171958563501193922</id><published>2009-07-21T10:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:55:09.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times in St. George!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SmXR7Ge30GI/AAAAAAAAARg/zFlrusirKgg/s1600-h/DSC06467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SmXR7Ge30GI/AAAAAAAAARg/zFlrusirKgg/s320/DSC06467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360921744737030242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a "good time" with families at St. George Days.  Many volunteers from Harmony Church came out to experience the blessing of giving and helping parents have fun with children.  The bounce houses were 'mobbed' with excited kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games were a hit too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SmXVAjbo6II/AAAAAAAAARo/m9MpebyH0zc/s1600-h/DSC06454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SmXVAjbo6II/AAAAAAAAARo/m9MpebyH0zc/s320/DSC06454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360925136942327938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents were thrilled to have more fun stuff for the youngsters, while they got to enjoy the company of friends and other community activities. "Hats off" to the Fire Department for all they do! They "pull out all the stops" to make this a very special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SmXWZ5NWnyI/AAAAAAAAARw/GuR1m5vOz5o/s1600-h/DSC06432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SmXWZ5NWnyI/AAAAAAAAARw/GuR1m5vOz5o/s320/DSC06432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360926671796346658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SmXVAjbo6II/AAAAAAAAARo/m9MpebyH0zc/s1600-h/DSC06454.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-7171958563501193922?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/7171958563501193922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=7171958563501193922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7171958563501193922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7171958563501193922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-times-in-st-george.html' title='Good Times in St. George!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SmXR7Ge30GI/AAAAAAAAARg/zFlrusirKgg/s72-c/DSC06467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-984371804139909242</id><published>2009-07-15T07:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:18:13.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sl3DDrxIpmI/AAAAAAAAARY/Vo-VsXepXLA/s1600-h/Dave%40OwlsHead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sl3DDrxIpmI/AAAAAAAAARY/Vo-VsXepXLA/s400/Dave%40OwlsHead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358653599696594530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I can't get enough of Maine's natural beauty. I am enjoying the Maine summer more and more. Now that a record-setting winter is over and we are finally getting a break from record rainfall, I want to spend more and more time outdoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;There is still a sense of child-like wonder about places and scenes I have not yet experienced. Celebrating (sorta) the second anniversary of our move to Maine, I realize there are many nooks and crannies yet to explore. And every new discovery takes my breath away with its grandeur.  I see the creative hand of God everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Being a long way from what I will always think of as home (South Florida), there are still days that I miss my childhood moorings. But most of the time I thank God for "sending me out on a voyage." I have been allowed to see so many places, and have opportunity to make so many good friends all along the way. GOD IS GOOD, AND I AM BLESSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-984371804139909242?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/984371804139909242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=984371804139909242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/984371804139909242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/984371804139909242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-get-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t get enough!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Sl3DDrxIpmI/AAAAAAAAARY/Vo-VsXepXLA/s72-c/Dave%40OwlsHead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3358344943612081840</id><published>2009-06-30T09:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:43:41.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'g's Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The idea is to name the book which is your life.  Give your book (your life) a title.  Or, if your life were a book what would the title be?  Next come the chapters.  Some of these chapters will be uglier, funnier, better or worse than others.  For each of the time frames listed, try to name that chapter in your life.  You don't have to, but if you wanted to expand on the reasoning behind your titles, that would be great.  Also, if you have a chapter in your life that isn't represented here, please feel free to add it.  I was just trying to keep to the MI-5 format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your Book Title - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A Ride with Mr.Toad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SkojM3IjKDI/AAAAAAAAARI/FnzsZ_Nzgk8/s1600-h/Billy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SkojM3IjKDI/AAAAAAAAARI/FnzsZ_Nzgk8/s200/Billy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353129810948466738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Titles -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth to 5 Years - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Small-town Community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a small coastal town of South Florida where it seems my family knew everybody. I know we didn't, because many were "snowbirds" coming from all over the Northeast during winter months. But there was such a strong sense of community and belonging there. It was somewhat like South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thomaston&lt;/span&gt; seems to be for her natives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Years - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Best Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For those who grew up in our town, the place was paradise. We often rode our bikes to the beach at the crack of dawn only to return at dusk ... AND NOBODY WORRIED ABOUT OUR SAFETY! I spent most of my early life with the taste of sea salt on my lips and grinning from ear-to-ear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; High School Years - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anybody Got a Light"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School was a 'blur' - if you know what I mean. I have many times regretted some of the choices I made back then. Only now am I beginning to put all that into perspective. I recently discovered classmates.com and started learning what has become of some of my schoolmates. I would just say, in many cases "it ain't too pretty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Age - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Miracle Has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Occurred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 'tech school' to begin a career in the fire service, then started college to increase professional opportunities. Somewhere along the line I grew complacent about education and gave it up. Then at 38 I sensed a calling to change my vocation and start on a new adventure. I went back to school 'full-time' with a wife and 3 kids in tow ("thanks again" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jos&lt;/span&gt;), only to discover what "remedial" classes are all about. My first semester didn't even count toward a degree ... I needed the classes just to pass entry exams. But I stuck it out, studied hard, prayed A LOT  and "miraculously" graduated from an '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accredited&lt;/span&gt;' college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present Age -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Still On The Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Momentum is good and I am right where I want to be! My kids are now grown up and out on their own. I have freedom to pursue the opportunities afforded me at this stage of life. I continue leading and influencing others in a way that is (I believe) very positive. And when I see all of us changing and growing in life ... it feels great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3358344943612081840?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3358344943612081840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3358344943612081840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3358344943612081840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3358344943612081840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/06/gs-five.html' title='&apos;g&apos;s Five'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SkojM3IjKDI/AAAAAAAAARI/FnzsZ_Nzgk8/s72-c/Billy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-7337944711700251029</id><published>2009-06-12T09:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:52:57.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SjJa09cgFhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OQwJj_89Qik/s1600-h/Bone_bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SjJa09cgFhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OQwJj_89Qik/s400/Bone_bike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346435573536003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has GOT to be the most innovative bike I have ever seen. Almost the entire structure of the bike (at least the frame) is made to look like bone. In fact, it was called, "The Bone Bike". I saw it at the Peterson's Automotive Museum and took several pictures of it - from all angles. Its one of those works of art that requires a long study to appreciate the planning, costs, and labor required to build it. And I'm sure I don't know the half of it. The build was not only done well, but the creativity was masterful! BTW; Its powered by a 4 cyclinder Ford engine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-7337944711700251029?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/7337944711700251029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=7337944711700251029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7337944711700251029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7337944711700251029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/06/cool-bike.html' title='Cool Bike'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SjJa09cgFhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OQwJj_89Qik/s72-c/Bone_bike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-493427120092327955</id><published>2009-06-08T14:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:53:07.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Si1aXAcI36I/AAAAAAAAAPo/kfY5USsd1c8/s1600-h/DSC06169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Si1aXAcI36I/AAAAAAAAAPo/kfY5USsd1c8/s400/DSC06169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345027684060159906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was an 'awesome' day at Harmony Church. It was "Biker Sunday" - and it was a gas! All the 'biker' church members rode in for the Sunday morning service, and some friends from the community joined us too. The weather was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12:15 we had a Bike Blessing where prayer was offered for a safe riding season, followed by a time for CMA (Christian Motorcyclists Association) members to pray over individual bikes. I have been to a few of these things, and I am continually amazed at the response of fellow bikers. I suppose we all know (deep-down) that motorcycles are dangerous. My paramedic friends used to call them "murder-cycles". And God knows I have seen my share of hair, teeth, and eyeballs on the streets. Its no laughing matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mid-day activity was capped-off by a short ride to the Town of Camden and a stop at The Helm for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Si1d9INigKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mHGlrgkPZ8A/s1600-h/DSC06178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Si1d9INigKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mHGlrgkPZ8A/s400/DSC06178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345031637516320930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really was an AWESOME day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-493427120092327955?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/493427120092327955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=493427120092327955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/493427120092327955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/493427120092327955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-day.html' title='A Good Day!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Si1aXAcI36I/AAAAAAAAAPo/kfY5USsd1c8/s72-c/DSC06169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-7974414550346418413</id><published>2009-06-06T20:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:26:31.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five from "g"</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;1.  A new planet has just been discovered.  And you get to&lt;br /&gt;name it.  What name do you choose and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Parastratiosphecomyia stratiosphecomyioides ... This is&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;longest scientific name for something, and this planet&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;be a 'long-long way' away from earth. Fits well, don't&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  What would be your 3 main laws (rules) if you ran your&lt;br /&gt;own country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) Worship God 2) Love your fellow man  3)Honor the&lt;br /&gt;President &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(even if you didn't vote for him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  What villain from literature or history do you relate&lt;br /&gt;to the most? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Frodo; Lord of The Rings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; He represents people who try really hard to live up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;their calling in life, but find it difficult at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  What, if any, is the value of optimism? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;At the very&lt;br /&gt;least,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it helps one keep a positive outlook on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  What annoys you most about technology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;All the 'stuff' one needs to remember. Especially where&lt;br /&gt;software &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;is concerned. I do alright with things I do on&lt;br /&gt;a consistent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;basis. But remembering codes and things a year&lt;br /&gt;from now ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NOT LIKELY! If I don't write it down somewhere&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;where I put it), then I'm in trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-7974414550346418413?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/7974414550346418413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=7974414550346418413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7974414550346418413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7974414550346418413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/06/five-from-g.html' title='Five from &quot;g&quot;'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-1728534490627410421</id><published>2009-06-02T15:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:52:40.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Mudda &amp; Brudda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SiWAvIieJ3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/vUucVE0FbIU/s1600-h/Me_Mudda_Brudda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SiWAvIieJ3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/vUucVE0FbIU/s400/Me_Mudda_Brudda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342818080179234674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I'm feeling very connected to my family once again. Seeing my kids (&amp;amp; grandson) last week got me thinking about my dear ol' Mom living in South Florida. And my mind went back to my last visit with her before moving to Maine. That's when this picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a WONDERFUL mother! She knows how difficult it is for me to come and see her right now, so she made plans to visit me in Maine ... all the way from South Florida. I almost can't believe it! She's going on 90 years old and has chronic back pain, but she is still willing to attempt the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older sister and her husband are making the trip too. Mom is flying to my sisters in Virginia, then they will be taking a road for several days visiting other family in New York. The big trip ends with us in Maine. I feel SO blessed, and I can't wait to see my mother again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-1728534490627410421?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/1728534490627410421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=1728534490627410421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1728534490627410421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1728534490627410421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-mudda-brudda.html' title='Me Mudda &amp; Brudda'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SiWAvIieJ3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/vUucVE0FbIU/s72-c/Me_Mudda_Brudda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-2116784230251184909</id><published>2009-06-01T14:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:29:37.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SiQhDcswg5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FmdRUEUMYHs/s1600-h/Marine_museum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SiQhDcswg5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FmdRUEUMYHs/s320/Marine_museum.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342431401095496594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I took a few days to visit my kids in Virginia. Josey and I took my grandson for an afternoon, and decided we would go to the new Marine Corps Museum (www.usmcmuseum.com) at Quantico. It actually opened a few years ago while I still lived there, but I never got around to visit it. I passed it every Thursday morning as I went on base for a Bible study, but never stopped in until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I heard there really stuck with me as I listened to a video of an old WWII veteran. He served in the infantry (a foot-soldier on the front lines) and was telling about a particular time when his company was fighting a very tough battle. He said they were low on food and ammunition, and they feared for their lives. And then he said something profound. He said, "But we did what we had been trained to do, we moved toward the sound of enemy gunfire." &lt;br /&gt;WOW, can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have given that more thought, it dawned on me that there is great wisdom in those words. Not just for warfare, but for life itself. Not many people I have known would square off with formidable opposition. And I confess it would not be my first inclination. But what a difference it would make if we all disciplined ourselves to move toward the challenges in life - as these Marines moved toward opposing forces. What courage! What bravery! What guts! What heroes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-2116784230251184909?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/2116784230251184909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=2116784230251184909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2116784230251184909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2116784230251184909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SiQhDcswg5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FmdRUEUMYHs/s72-c/Marine_museum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-596243509685238320</id><published>2009-05-22T09:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:21:22.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Assuming you must pick one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Motorcycle or Jet Ski? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Motorcycle - for sure. Even though I grew up breathing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;two-stroke smoke from boat motors, I'm still drawn to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;the open roads and the rumble of straight pipes. Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I road over 100 miles with a fellow church member whom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;also enjoys motorcycling ... LOVED IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fruit pie or cream pie? Which kind? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I always seem to choose the fruit pie. And I'm partial to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a fresh Maine blueberry pie. Although a cream pie with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;mar rang (sp?) piled high is tempting, I guess I have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;disappointed in them too many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Book or magazine? How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I choose books. I'm somewhat of a thinker, and I find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;many magazine articles to be shallow and too ethereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I like to read something that causes me to ponder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Hot beverage or cool drink? What's your fav?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmmm - I drink mostly hot beverages these days. Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;because I'm a 'southerner' and not totally acclimated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;to cold weather. I have even begun ordering coffee before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ordering a meal when I'm out. But will I continue in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;warm summer months? ... I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What's on the grill on Monday--beef, pork, or fowl?&lt;br /&gt;What's the specifics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, I have no plans for cooking on the holiday. In fact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I have made no plans at all for that day. I have a possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;community speaking engagement, and that's it. Josey and I&lt;br /&gt;fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;out Tuesday for Virginia and a quick visit to see the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;kids (young adults) and the Grand-baby, Ethan. I think we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will spend the day 'packing' and closing down the house.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;might even eat cereal for lunch - just to get rid of milk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;that is sure to sour while we are away. I know, "What kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;of celebration is THAT"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-596243509685238320?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/596243509685238320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=596243509685238320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/596243509685238320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/596243509685238320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-5.html' title='MI-5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3549680587388128101</id><published>2009-05-18T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:06:18.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy The Rhythm-Myster's 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;We got a new phone system at my office this week. This&lt;br /&gt;MI-5 is inspired by that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When you answer the phone, do you say anything&lt;br /&gt;special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;No. Since I typically answers calls at my home and not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a place of business, its just, "hello".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Other than "Bye" or "Bye-Bye," do you say anything&lt;br /&gt;else when you end a conversation? Do you ever use any&lt;br /&gt;other closing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Usually just "bye-bye". But occasionally I say, "Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;with you again soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) How about your cell phone... Do you use a lot of&lt;br /&gt;minutes, or do you hoard them? Love your cell, or just&lt;br /&gt;a necessity/tool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I used to use my cell phone exclusively. In fact, Josey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and I talked several times about doing away with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;expense of a house phone. Then we moved out onto the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peninsula. The tower service is SO BAD there, last week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I had to call a guy back 4 times during a 20 minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;conversation. The cell phone I once cherished I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;quickly growing to loathe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Is your answering machine message funny? Cute?&lt;br /&gt;Straight ahead, all business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Our answering machine message "straight ahead" and&lt;br /&gt;dry. Thanks for asking ... I think we need to spice&lt;br /&gt;it up a tad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What phone habit do you find annoying? People who&lt;br /&gt;return calls based on their caller ID? ("Someone from&lt;br /&gt;there called me.") People who talk on their cell in&lt;br /&gt;the car? People without answering machines? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Maybe the most annoying thing for me is following&lt;br /&gt;someone in a car while they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;talk on their phone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Not everyone mind you, but those who get so involved&lt;br /&gt;in the conversation that they can no longer drive well.&lt;br /&gt;Granted, there are times when someone gets a disturbing&lt;br /&gt;(distracting) call while driving. But I would think&lt;br /&gt;even in that situation common sense would say,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I better pull over - before I commit vehicular&lt;br /&gt;homicide". But unfortunately, common sense does not&lt;br /&gt;always prevail.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3549680587388128101?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3549680587388128101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3549680587388128101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3549680587388128101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3549680587388128101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/05/billy-rhythm-mysters-5.html' title='Billy The Rhythm-Myster&apos;s 5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-8106913983979303519</id><published>2009-05-14T14:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:34:04.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer &amp; Fasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SgxrsAWjwGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/b5DT_lXLtdE/s1600-h/Sundae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SgxrsAWjwGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/b5DT_lXLtdE/s320/Sundae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335758062280228962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! I want to talk about FASTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are people in third-world countries that have&lt;br /&gt;never eaten a hot-fudge chocolate brownie sundae ... its true!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, many in those places go without food for long periods&lt;br /&gt;of time. So the fact that our bodies CAN go without food for&lt;br /&gt;extended periods is well documented. But somehow we&lt;br /&gt;'civilized' people are above all that. And we can't 'stand'&lt;br /&gt;missing a meal. Except for a few nutritionists who are into&lt;br /&gt;homeopathic treatments for the body, its unthinkable among&lt;br /&gt;most Americans in the 21st Century. Sadly, that goes for the&lt;br /&gt;church as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout recorded history, believers in God have&lt;br /&gt;recognized spiritual benefits of fasting. Biblical characters&lt;br /&gt;of the Old Testament abstained from food to commune with&lt;br /&gt;God. And Christ taught his disciples that some spiritual&lt;br /&gt;conflicts could only be won through prayer &amp;amp; fasting combined.&lt;br /&gt;Other heavyweights in a more recent times like Martin Luther,&lt;br /&gt;John Calvin, and John Wesley made it a reoccurring part of&lt;br /&gt;their personal disciplines. I remember reading that Mother&lt;br /&gt;Teresa, known for her tremendous humanitarian work in of&lt;br /&gt;Calcutta, required nuns serving in her convent to take a vow of&lt;br /&gt;poverty - including certain dietary limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a nutritionist, and don't pretend to be. But I have read&lt;br /&gt;some on the subject, and know that most would name several&lt;br /&gt;benefits of going without a meal or two - especially when&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by drinking plenty of water. And God knows&lt;br /&gt;many Americans could stand to lower their caloric intake for a&lt;br /&gt;while. But physical benefits are not what interests me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a pastor and follower of Christ, I am interested in the&lt;br /&gt;spiritual value associated with fasting. In times of intense&lt;br /&gt;physical hunger God speaks to me in crystal clear tones.&lt;br /&gt;And the deepest need of my soul is satisfied in Him.&lt;br /&gt;There is something about denial of basic need that helps me&lt;br /&gt;be better focus. And THAT kind of intensity with God yields&lt;br /&gt;big spiritual dividends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this pastor's perspective, our churches need the fresh&lt;br /&gt;wind of God to blow. We need the collective affect of His&lt;br /&gt;undeniable presence. So if fasting makes God more real to&lt;br /&gt;us  (in a sense), why the aversion to it among believers today?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking maybe we can't handle the intimacy. Maybe we&lt;br /&gt;don't want God speaking AT ALL!            I hope its not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Dave/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-8106913983979303519?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/8106913983979303519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=8106913983979303519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8106913983979303519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8106913983979303519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/05/prayer-fasting.html' title='Prayer &amp; Fasting'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SgxrsAWjwGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/b5DT_lXLtdE/s72-c/Sundae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-1148462231829756660</id><published>2009-05-08T08:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:40:11.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5 ... Back Together Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;This week’s questions have to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;---well, not really, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kindda&lt;/span&gt;.   Today’s questions have evolved from those five themes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1"  style="margin-top: 0in;font-family:arial;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;BACK COUNTRY –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Tell us      about your furthest excursion from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;“civilization”.  How      far&lt;br /&gt;away into the Back Country did you go?  What did you miss most  &lt;br /&gt;about civilization?  Can you give us a tip about survival?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I've been to South America a few times. One of the most "back country"                                                                 places was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, Peru. Its a missionary camp in the Amazon                                                              River Basin - way out near the jungle city of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Puculpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. I was younger then,                                                             but missed what I would miss today, CHOCOLATE! However, it was there                                                            that I learned about "cacao" (pronounced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-cow') which is now used by                                                                 some American candy companies. South American natives have been                                                                 making a chocolate-like substance using the cacao plant for generations.                                                                How did I survive that experience? ALWAYS BOIL THE WATER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="2"  style="margin-top: 0in;font-family:arial;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;MOON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DOGGIE&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;This is a      kind of a Hawaii/Surfing/Being Carefree/Relaxing kind of theme.                                                                      Tell      us about Hawaii,      surfing, being carefree, or relaxing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; The term "moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" takes me back to childhood on Florida's East Coast.                                                    Surfing was huge when I was a kid. Although I only surfed a few times, my                                                         older brother was really into it. So I was around surfers quite a bit, and I definitely                                                  got into the lifestyle. Back then, moon doggies were 'beach bums'. And in tropical                                              climate, one can 'bum' around the beach year-round. It was definitely "carefree"                                                        - except when we needed money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="3"  style="margin-top: 0in;font-family:arial;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;ANIMAL COOKIES –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Tell us      about your favorite snack food as a child.  Is it still around to buy      today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; At one time I LOVED a certain kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;moon-pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. You can't buy them from the                                                    same company anymore ... they probably contained some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cancer-causing                                               carcinogens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. However, a good Maine 'woopie pie' is very similar in texture and                                                   tastes just as good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="4"  style="margin-top: 0in;font-family:arial;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TINKERIN&lt;/span&gt;’ –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Do you      like to tinker with things?  Do you like to take things apart and put                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;     them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;back together again?  What has been your biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tinkerin&lt;/span&gt;’      project?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I DO like to tinker now &amp;amp; then - usually on my motorcycle. And I seem to be                                                    doing basic home improvements quite often, I suppose that could qualify as                                                  tinkering as well. But I don't like to tinker just for the sake of tinkering. I like                                                            to have a goal or reason to tinker. Like when I rebuilt the engine in my 1977                                                     Honda Accord. But if its not productive in any way, I 'm ain't "tinkerin".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="5"  style="margin-top: 0in;font-family:arial;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;BELLA –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;This paper is      very feminine.  Bella is also the main character of the                                                                                 “Twilight” books, which are very popular right now.  This      question will                                                                                take us from one extreme to the other---first, tell us about      something                                                                                 (or someone) that is very “feminine” and then tell      us something about                                                                 “vampires”.  Extra points if you can      weave the two themes into one answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;WOW, that's a word I haven't seen for a while. Well, I think my wife is                                              quite feminine. She has soft skin, sometimes wears girly dresses, and                                                   has a wonderful nurturing side to her personality. She has always been                                                a TERRIFIC mother to our children. But injure her children in any way,                                              and she may draw blood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-1148462231829756660?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/1148462231829756660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=1148462231829756660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1148462231829756660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1148462231829756660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-5-back-together-again.html' title='MI-5 ... Back Together Again'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3743392681025974679</id><published>2009-05-05T08:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:32:47.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SgAzSR5wpkI/AAAAAAAAANw/xyIcHmrcKpw/s1600-h/nationaldayofprayer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SgAzSR5wpkI/AAAAAAAAANw/xyIcHmrcKpw/s320/nationaldayofprayer3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332318347942995522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Well, what will we do this year? This Thursday will be a special day established for Americans to pray. The National Day of Prayer is Thursday, May 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;. But will we Americans pray? ... and to whom will we pray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Last week I found a picture posted (Associated Press) of President Obama being depicted as America's savior - complete with out-stretched arms and a crown of thorns.  I was SO offended by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sacrilege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;, I refuse to post the picture here. But I fear THAT depiction expresses what many Americans believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;In May of 2007 I was on the front lawn of the Capitol Building in Washington DC. I went there for a 24 hour prayer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vi dual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; being advertised by an on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;-slaught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; of radio spots and e-mails I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; in weeks prior. What I found when I got there I will never forget! The District was full of excited tourists spending a sunny day strolling the mall and visiting memorials, but NOBODY was praying. It's true! There was chairs and tables set out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;temporary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; signs about prayer, but nobody was there to pray. I sat down and cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So to whom do Americans pray this Thursday? The picture mentioned earlier suggests that we pray to our President. Does that offend you? - I HOPE SO! Is any man the ultimate power source in the world today? I think not! At least that's not what the Bible says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So let's    TURN    TO    GOD,    AMERICA !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3743392681025974679?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3743392681025974679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3743392681025974679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3743392681025974679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3743392681025974679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-what-will-we-do-this-year-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SgAzSR5wpkI/AAAAAAAAANw/xyIcHmrcKpw/s72-c/nationaldayofprayer3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4409168869089487542</id><published>2009-04-27T13:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:51:51.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beloved's Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;The rules are simple: You MUST pick one of the choices.&lt;br /&gt;You can explain your answer in more detail if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather:&lt;br /&gt;1. Be able to stop time while you slept, OR Never have&lt;br /&gt;to do laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Since my wife &amp;amp; I both do laundry, its not a big thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;... especially since the kids are gone. So, I guess I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;would rather "stop time". At least my hair wouldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;gray so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hit every red light for the rest of your life, OR&lt;br /&gt;always be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;That's easy, I choose "hit every red light" because I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;do that anyway. It was a running joke between me &amp;amp; my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;father, I inherited that from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be debt free (except for your house), OR eleven&lt;br /&gt;years ahead of schedule on your mortgage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll take 11 years off the home mortgage. Since I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;only 1 year into a 30 year mortgage, that's a given!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Always take a cold shower OR sleep an hour less&lt;br /&gt;than you need to be fully rested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll take cold showers. I'm ugly when short on rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Nobody could live with me if I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;sleep-deprived&lt;br /&gt;every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always have to say everything on your mind OR never&lt;br /&gt;speak again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Always have to say everything on my mind. Though it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; at times, I believe most people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;who seldom speak their mind or express what's on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;their heart struggle with emotional health. I have&lt;br /&gt;enough emotional baggage without the inability to&lt;br /&gt;communicate it. I feel sure that would cause serious&lt;br /&gt;trouble for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4409168869089487542?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4409168869089487542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4409168869089487542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4409168869089487542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4409168869089487542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/04/beloveds-five.html' title='The Beloved&apos;s Five'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-8873590533498822523</id><published>2009-04-08T08:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:28:05.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SdyXt0SISbI/AAAAAAAAANY/NnSBDVeC6ro/s1600-h/Mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SdyXt0SISbI/AAAAAAAAANY/NnSBDVeC6ro/s320/Mary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322295673029675442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE this depiction of Mary, mother of Jesus, in an effort to capture her state of mind after the resurrection of Easter. If the resurrection of Christ really happened (and I believe it did), one should be 'taken' by the impact it would have had upon those closest to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Story of Christ's resurrection has "impacted" people for a few thousand years. I'm glad to see debates about this most astounding historical claim taking place in my lifetime. For it is a pivotal consideration in religion among true skeptics. And smart people are still seeking truth - no matter how difficult it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its AMAZING to me that such rigorous challenge to spirituality is taking place in the public squares of the USA ... especially when it comes to the truth-claims of Christianity and Easter. It seems that all other world religions are somehow "acceptable" in American culture - EXCEPT the one in which most of the founding fathers of America believed. Were they intellectually weak or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My observation is there are some really "brilliant" men and women who believe the story of Easter. And debate over the truthfulness of this event goes on.  I think 2000 years of debate and academic energy expended on the subject is a testimony to its importance. For me, the recorded history of people being burned alive for claiming to believe anything is most disturbing to my logic. I don't know why anyone would go through that kind of agony for a lie - or even something they had significant doubt about. But martyrdom seems to be readily accepted as a real part of history in the Ancient Roman empire. Amazingly, there a still people giving up their life for Christian beliefs in our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Christian, I just LOVE Easter! Here in Maine, the celebration is heightened because the Easter season also welcomes a pleasant change in the weather. But THIS holiday is celebrated by Christians all over the world - in all kinds of climate. And not all of these people are intellectually weak. Is there really something of substance to this holiday? A good place to start looking for answers to THAT question might be this online interview between opposing minds: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6080701868320096275&amp;amp;ei=dqDcSamiJ4bSqQKQ1bTMCQ&amp;amp;q=resurrection%2BHabbermas&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HUNTING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-8873590533498822523?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/8873590533498822523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=8873590533498822523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8873590533498822523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8873590533498822523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-love-this-depiction-of-mary.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SdyXt0SISbI/AAAAAAAAANY/NnSBDVeC6ro/s72-c/Mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-2863070079505500026</id><published>2009-04-03T15:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:29:39.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Rhythm's MI-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;4/3 asks 5 party themed questions and because its April&lt;br /&gt;3rd, I am going to ask you to give 4 answers followed&lt;br /&gt;by 3 details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW ... feeling ambitious eh?  OK, here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Just recently I started holding a monthly 'Game&lt;br /&gt;Night' to help give friends an excuse to get out of the&lt;br /&gt;house and get together. We kicked it off with a Murder&lt;br /&gt;Mystery Party which was great fun, most recently we&lt;br /&gt;gathered to play a game of cards called "Bull Donkey"&lt;br /&gt;the laughter went on all night. Tell us 4 games you like&lt;br /&gt;to play and include either 3 things (memories, feelings,&lt;br /&gt;skills, commonalities etc.. related to them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I must confess, I am NOT a game person. My family NEVER&lt;br /&gt;played&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;games while I was growing up, and I very seldom&lt;br /&gt;played them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with my kids. The only game I can remember is&lt;br /&gt;one we played&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;recently when we had company for supper ...&lt;br /&gt;and I only played for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the enjoyment of my wife and company.&lt;br /&gt;The game is called, Apples&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To Apples. It requires no skill&lt;br /&gt;(another reason I played), so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;people of all ages can play.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I enjoyed seeing young and old-er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; playing and&lt;br /&gt;laughing together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When thinking of throwing a party what 4 people are&lt;br /&gt;always at thetop of your list and tell us 3 things about&lt;br /&gt;them that put them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#1 on my list would be my wife - the proverbial "party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;animal". She loves to party- for any reason.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She is very&lt;br /&gt;creative with activities. She does not get drunk and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;throw&lt;br /&gt;up in my bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Second would be my friend, Rodney. He always has a joke.&lt;br /&gt;He has a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wonderful sense of humor. He has a very distinct&lt;br /&gt;laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next would be Rodney's wife, Allison. She has a gift for&lt;br /&gt;entertaining.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She is the best cook I know. She's a really&lt;br /&gt;sweet lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#3 would be Michele ... an old friend from Virginia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; She&lt;br /&gt;loves music (as I do). She's a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fantastic dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; She's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;great dance teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#4 is Donald Trump. The man knows how to throw a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;party.&lt;br /&gt;He is extravagant. He keeps great company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Most parties include food, share with us 4 favorite party dishes&lt;br /&gt;but only 3 adjectives to describe each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#1 My wife's cheese &amp;amp; scallion spread; sharp, spicy, smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#2 Smoked Salmon &amp;amp; cream-cheese; stinky, smokey, cheezy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#3 Nachos; colorful, spicy, caliente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#4 Caviar; fishy, squishy, delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL HAVE TO FINISH THIS ONE LATER ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-2863070079505500026?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/2863070079505500026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=2863070079505500026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2863070079505500026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2863070079505500026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/04/billy-rhythms-mi-5.html' title='Billy Rhythm&apos;s MI-5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-949659838446629126</id><published>2009-03-27T19:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:54:55.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopper's MI-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I’ve been shopping a lot this week, so this week’s 5 is inspired by several of the stores I have been to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TJ MAXX – I have no idea what the “TJ” in TJ Maxx stands for.  Do know of someone who goes by his/her initials, instead of his/her full name?  What is their full name?  Why do they prefer initials?  Tell us a little bit about this person.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I think it might stand for Tijuana (Mexico) where much of their apparel is produced. BTW; I'm not knocking it, we clothed three kids through school there. I know two individuals who go by "T" and they do not have the same first name. I don't know why ... I suppose I should ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TARGET – Tell us a story about target practice, hunting, or some sort of “shooting” activity.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I haven't done much target shooting because my wife hates guns. But I found it interesting that the Greco-Roman world used a word for  "sin" which also meant "missing a target".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DOLLAR TREE – What’s the best bargain going nowadays?  Is there anything you buy that is really only $1.00 (or less)? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A "Dollar Tree" ... we might start a frenzy saying those words during these times. NO, I don't know of anything I buy that costs only a dollar these days. And it seems like prices just keep getting higher. O-O-O-H !  I'm feeling old right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BIG LOTS – What would your perfect house lot look like?  Would it be big?  Smaller, with less lawn care?  Water feature?  Stone wall?  Fenced in yard?  Wooded? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Well, I had it once ... that is, a lot (and eventually a house) that was "just like I wanted". Funny how fleeting satisfaction with 'things' can be. Our perfect homestead once was totally covered by two feet of flood water. We later learned that civil engineers who designed the storm drains had a liquid lunch the day they worked on our street. Massive rain water didn't seem to want to run uphill ... H-m-m-m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WENDY’S – When you have an “all-day” excursion planned, do you prefer to sit down and eat a meal at a restaurant, or do you prefer a drive-through type experience in order to save more time for other activities? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I like to sit and relax for a nice meal - even when I have other things planned. Never been much for fast food joints. Most of that food gives me the "coli-wobbles". That's my mother's word for a stomach ache. I would rather save four trips to Mickey-D's for one meal at Primo. NOW THAT'S LIVIN !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-949659838446629126?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/949659838446629126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=949659838446629126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/949659838446629126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/949659838446629126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoppers-mi-5.html' title='Shopper&apos;s MI-5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3773807970668953379</id><published>2009-03-23T10:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:10:42.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O-A-E-E-Y-E-A-A-A   BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Scef3uz_yjI/AAAAAAAAANA/CtPvZN5dMzY/s1600-h/DSC05501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Scef3uz_yjI/AAAAAAAAANA/CtPvZN5dMzY/s320/DSC05501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316393664941902386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;The people of Harmony Bible church out-did themselves. Over 50 families came to enjoy a day of fun, laughter, good eats and great music. At the end of a long winter and in the midst of economic difficulties that's a WONDERFUL thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hope to say "thanks" to every single person that had a part in this event. Although I have begun thanking everyone I can. That started with the seniors of HBC. These folks gave it their all! No doubt they left that place in pain. Sitting on steel chairs with no padding, or standing on the hardwood floor for hours will tax the most fit. And these folks endured it for the sake of reaching out to people with the love of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Scfejd_bCrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/d9-QH637u7I/s1600-h/DSC05528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Scfejd_bCrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/d9-QH637u7I/s320/DSC05528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316462586061589170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the teenagers. I continue to be amazed at how the youth of America are so responsive to opportunities to help others. It was not that way when I was a teen. Truthfully, we were WAY too selfish for that! But what I'm seeing these days is a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/ScfF8pXNHZI/AAAAAAAAANI/QWNEDzW19m0/s1600-h/DSC05488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/ScfF8pXNHZI/AAAAAAAAANI/QWNEDzW19m0/s320/DSC05488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316435530820165010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know the full extent of such efforts. Sometimes we see new faces at church functions, but I'm convinced most of the results are less obvious than that. At the very least, this kind of reaching out communicates to people of the community that we care. Frankly, some people don't know how to respond to that. They just know how it makes them feel. AND IT FEELS GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3773807970668953379?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3773807970668953379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3773807970668953379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3773807970668953379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3773807970668953379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-e-e-y-e-a-boy.html' title='O-A-E-E-Y-E-A-A-A   BOY!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/Scef3uz_yjI/AAAAAAAAANA/CtPvZN5dMzY/s72-c/DSC05501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-216857112799866417</id><published>2009-03-10T16:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:55:26.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SbbPLm6Ug_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/OzIISq4nK60/s1600-h/churchfairweb-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SbbPLm6Ug_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/OzIISq4nK60/s320/churchfairweb-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311660608860750834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about this upcoming event. The people of Harmony Bible Church are focusing outward to friends, neighbors, and people they don't even know ... reaching out to everyone. How many churches are doing that? I feel privileged to be their pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually the second such event at this location, and this one promises to be even better. This year all will enjoy the ministry of Jason Holladay as he and his family communicate through music. You can check out Jason's tunes at http://www.athomeministries.com (might have to "cut &amp;amp; paste") for a preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God will bless HBC because of unselfish love in action. And I trust the church will discover more ways to live out the teachings of Jesus Christ. He said its the way to wonderful freedom and blessing - AND WE NEED THAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-216857112799866417?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/216857112799866417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=216857112799866417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/216857112799866417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/216857112799866417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SbbPLm6Ug_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/OzIISq4nK60/s72-c/churchfairweb-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3309901276291479518</id><published>2009-03-07T20:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:38:38.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SbMdRJ2F_gI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2KICI0J1Dec/s1600-h/09_VStar1100Sil_blue_1_1eff414e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SbMdRJ2F_gI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2KICI0J1Dec/s320/09_VStar1100Sil_blue_1_1eff414e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310620566137732610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeh ... its warming up in Maine. This winter has been harsh, and today was the warmest day in months. I can't wait to get back out on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the battery charger on the V-star today and gave her a crank. She sounded happy for warm weather too. She popped and backfired a few times. But she smoothed out and the pipes were cracklin' in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually took a run down the street to go through the gears once or twice. But I have been fighting a nasty cold and didn't want to go far. However, that quick trip really got my blood pumping! I started thinking about some places I would like to go this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a few more rides for the CMA this season. And one trip I gotta do is up the coast to Bar Harbor and Cadillac Mountain. The last time I was there in my car, I saw a guy riding a new Indian Chief up at the peak. I thought, "THAT"S COOL" ... I gotta do that. So I say, COME ON SUMMER !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3309901276291479518?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3309901276291479518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3309901276291479518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3309901276291479518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3309901276291479518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-yeh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SbMdRJ2F_gI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2KICI0J1Dec/s72-c/09_VStar1100Sil_blue_1_1eff414e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-3667664827505697158</id><published>2009-03-06T11:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:30:30.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5 &amp; Ginny</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;1.  I got my tax refund last week.  Have you filed yet?&lt;br /&gt;Will you get a refund? What are your plans for the&lt;br /&gt;money? Save? Spend? Something you've been wanting&lt;br /&gt;and can now get with the "extra money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I would love to get money back. Unfortunately, its been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;a few years since that happened. As a 'self-employed' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;pastor, I have to keep all my own records and pay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"estimated" taxes during the year. As you can imagine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I usually have to pay more at the end of each year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do you do your own taxes or have someone else do them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A minister's relationship with government is somewhat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;'dicey' since the tax laws change almost every year. I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;fortunate to meet a retired IRS agent while living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Northern Virginia. He was a good friend and advised me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;always use a good accountant who stays current in law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I listened ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Have you ever been audited?  What was it like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Nope! ... and now I wonder who is reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Did anyone else hear that Seniors will be getting checks&lt;br /&gt;for $250?  I heard it once and then nothing more about it.&lt;br /&gt;Seems only fair since they don't benefit from a reduction in&lt;br /&gt;payroll taxes.  Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sounds alright to me. There must be a few more billion&lt;br /&gt;lying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;around somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Do you wait until April 15 to file if you have to send&lt;br /&gt;a check?  Or do you just want to get it over with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I usually get the balance I owe before the April deadline.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I end up mailing my last check on April 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Really Mr. IRS man, its ALL LEGAL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-3667664827505697158?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/3667664827505697158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=3667664827505697158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3667664827505697158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/3667664827505697158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-5-ginny.html' title='MI-5 &amp; Ginny'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-337163038962362121</id><published>2009-02-28T10:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:37:20.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim's Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This 5 is inspired by the fact that I have been able to reunite with many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;friends from my past via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  &gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  The Friends 5.  If possible answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;these without using immediate family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.  Would you consider yourself a person with a few close friends or many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;acquaintance type friends?  Maybe somewhere in between?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am definitely a person of "many acquaintances". Not necessarily by&lt;br /&gt;choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I think its somewhat of a job hazard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.  Did you have a best friend growing up?  If you did tell us about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and what happened to them.  Do you know where they are now etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes, I did had a best friend - actually two that I would mention. One&lt;br /&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;named, Dennis and the other Jeff. We hung out during those&lt;br /&gt;'formidable' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;years, so we did lots of experimenting and crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But there was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;level of dedication to friendship I have not&lt;br /&gt;experienced since. Dennis is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;still living in the same town and a&lt;br /&gt;manager for the local lumber yard. Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;however, I have lost track of&lt;br /&gt;him. Last I heard he inherited serious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;real estate&lt;/span&gt; out in the Mid-west,&lt;br /&gt;and moved there to manage his fortunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.  Have you ever been reunited with a friend after not seeing them or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;losing track of them for a long time?  If yes tell us about it and if no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tell us about a friend you might like to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I looked up that friend, Dennis a few years ago when I was back in&lt;br /&gt;South &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Florida (where we grew up). It was a bit awkward at first. Our&lt;br /&gt;lives have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;taken very different tracks since the time we were close,&lt;br /&gt;and that brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a certain level of discomfort. But in some ways it was&lt;br /&gt;like we never parted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and our sense of commitment was just as strong as&lt;br /&gt;ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.  Best and worse.  Tell us a nice thing a friend once did for you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you remember and if you have a story of betrayal share that (no names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here).  You can just pick one of these to share if you wish or both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Best = My friend, Jeff rented a plane (at his cost) and flew Josey and&lt;br /&gt;I to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the Bahamas for our honeymoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Worse = A girl I thought I was madly in love with dropped me like a bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;habit ... and totally unexpected - O-U-C-H !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.  Tell us some friend stories.  Pick a few memorable friend stories from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your past and share.  Maybe a special day or event.  It could even be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something negative that you look back on now and laugh about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My friend Jeff and I did lots of boating when we were young. Jeff's&lt;br /&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;car was a '64 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corvair&lt;/span&gt; Van. Once we were trailering my boat home&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a day of skiing. Jeff backed down the boat ramp and we got the&lt;br /&gt;boat on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the trailer. He got back in the van to pull the boat out. He revved&lt;br /&gt;it up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;popped the clutch, and had it in "reverse". YUP, we had the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Corvair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;submarine. We laughed about that for several years after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good one, Jim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-337163038962362121?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/337163038962362121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=337163038962362121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/337163038962362121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/337163038962362121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/02/jims-five.html' title='Jim&apos;s Five'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-1460702673800086804</id><published>2009-02-20T16:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:34:40.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Billiam's Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll name five places. You name five things you keep in those places, and&lt;br /&gt;tell something interesting about one of those five things. If you don't&lt;br /&gt;have one of the places, make something up. Simple, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name five things you keep in your:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Glove box&lt;br /&gt;Glasses, chap stick, hairbrush, pen, and paper napkins from every&lt;br /&gt;fast-food place known to man. Ever since we had small children, my&lt;br /&gt;wife has collected paper napkins for emergencies. They came in real&lt;br /&gt;handy when my middle child got car-sick on occasion - or when&lt;br /&gt;somebody had to pick their nose ... HEY, REALITY CHECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Medicine cabinet&lt;br /&gt;My daily meds, toothpaste, dental floss, Asprin, tweezers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It seemed whenever I had a splinter (quite often actually) I could not&lt;br /&gt;find any tweezers. And if I did find a pair, they were so bent-up I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't even use them for that purpose. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;many years ago I started&lt;br /&gt;hiding some really good tweezers in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;medicine cabinet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) Refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;Milk, Diet Pepsi, various cheeses, fruit, and LOTS of veggies.&lt;br /&gt;Josey and I are on another 'health kick'. So we juice for one meal 4-5&lt;br /&gt;times per week. That requires lots of produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Wallet/purse&lt;br /&gt;Did you say, "murse"?  Um ... OK, I'll talk about&lt;br /&gt;my wallet. Driver's License, kid pictures, several&lt;br /&gt;receipts, tiny notes, and a few pictures&lt;br /&gt;of dead Presidents. Yup, I never carry much cash,&lt;br /&gt;but never leave home without a few bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Desk drawer&lt;br /&gt;Assorted pens, storage CDs, portable web cam, old&lt;br /&gt;computer mouse, and all the papers for which I&lt;br /&gt;cannot find a proper place. I consider myself an&lt;br /&gt;orderly person, but sometimes I get overwhelmed. Tax&lt;br /&gt;info and receipts for Self-employment, receipts to be&lt;br /&gt;turned in to the church bookkeeper, household bills,&lt;br /&gt;and the load of stuff I get each Sunday from church&lt;br /&gt;members. OK,maybe I'm not as "orderly" as I SHOULD be !!!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, OK, I admit it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-1460702673800086804?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/1460702673800086804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=1460702673800086804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1460702673800086804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1460702673800086804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/02/billiams-five.html' title='Billiam&apos;s Five'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-481937786236482546</id><published>2009-02-12T09:55:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:16:52.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's MI-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="body" class="mainPanelReadTxt_12" style="min-height: 300px; height: auto ! important; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                                                                                                             &lt;div class="part"&gt;                         &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amy writes, Many of you know- I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NASCAR&lt;/span&gt; fan...and this  weekend is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Daytona&lt;/span&gt; 500!!!  During any auto race- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NASCAR&lt;/span&gt; including-  flags of different colors are displayed along a track and mean different  things.  This MI-5 is based on some of those flags but answers do not have  to be race related at all....(I will omit the two most well known flags- the  green and the checker).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The Black Flag&lt;/strong&gt;- also known to  some as the consultation flag- is waved at a driver for various reasons but  means that the driver must pull into the pits. Most of the time the driver  is called to the pits to  take care of extensive damage on the car or  to take care of any penalties that may be incurred.  Tell us about a time  you had to deal with a penalty of some sort or of a time you had to take a time  out to fix something right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Once I fell down the stairs in my house. When I noticed my right foot was sort of 'hanging' on the end of my leg, I knew I was about to take some "time out" to fix something. In actuality, I was at the total mercy of someone else to fix something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;The Yellow Flag&lt;/strong&gt; is sometimes  called the caution flag. When this flag waves it alerts a driver that there is  something wrong on the track and they should slow down and fall in  line behind the pace car.  Tell us about a time you slowed down your  pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I moved to Maine! I moved from the Northern Virginia area where almost everyone drove into Washington DC for work. It was the most chaotic place where everyone moves and lives their lives at incredible speed. I like the slower pace of Maine much better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" face="arial"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;The Blue Flag with Orange  Diagonal&lt;/strong&gt;, known as the courtesy flag is the only "optional" flag  in racing. This flag alerts a driver that he (or she) is holding up traffic-  specifically the leaders- and that they should be courteous and move over to let  the leaders continue to race.  While this flag is optional- officials and  fellow racers will look down upon anyone who repeatedly ignores it. Tell us  about an experience where you let someone take the lead even though you really  wanted it or about a time someone gave you the lead in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Interesting ... Well, I remember when I first became a 'station officer' in the fire service. I was put in charge of a building, several trucks, and a crew of 5 men ... plus whatever happened to them during emergency situations. It was a pretty heavy responsibility. Probably most stressful was the responsibility I felt for the lives of the men who were in some cases 'risking their lives' for others in need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Red Flag&lt;/strong&gt; means all activity on  the track must come to a stop.  This is usually done because of poor  weather  or a a lot emergency vehicles on the track. Drivers must  line up according to position in the designated area (usually on track or in the  pits), Crew members are not allowed to work on the cars during this  time. Depending on the length or the red flag drivers are  often allowed to get out of the car if parked on pit road. Tell us  about a time when everything stopped for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;It seemed the world stopped turning when my father died. Dealing with the death of a parent is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disabling because it &lt;/span&gt;demands an immediate emotional response. I couldn't do anything but sit down and cry. I was SO red-flagged in life for a time. It was quite literally "THE PITS" for a while there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5. When &lt;strong&gt;the White Flag &lt;/strong&gt;is thrown  during a race,  it signals to all drivers that they are entering the last  lap of the race.  What is something you are almost done  with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am currently building a bathroom in my house. Can't really say I am "almost done", but the hardest part is over and I feel like I'm on the last lap. The final 'straight-away' is almost in view and the crowd is cheering ... that would be my wife. Can't wait for the 'victory donut' !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3945994015365861623-481937786236482546?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/481937786236482546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=481937786236482546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/481937786236482546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/481937786236482546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/02/amys-mi-5.html' title='Amy&apos;s MI-5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-6710256801020046517</id><published>2009-02-05T16:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:01:01.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melanie's 5 for the MI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Melanie sez, The basic concept of the idea is to build the story as a group. The only twist is that each of you can only add three words at a time. With a little wit and some creative thinking, you can generate some amazing and hilarious stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Start your individual blogs with 5 words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; You may give your story a title to help with a theme if you wish but the beginning of your story must have no more (and no less) than 5 words written by you - The next person to visit your page would then comment by coping &amp;amp; pasting your 5 words &amp;amp; adding their 5 words to help develop the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Space Travel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Since the beginning of time ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;scientists have disagreed as to the origin of the planet Earth. But since Wookies were found the debate has become a bit more controversial. The fiasco of Wookie trials came to a big halt when the mutant judge announced the quite recent discovery of a tiny organism that seemed rather peculiar considering it was deoxyribonucleic in its makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-6710256801020046517?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/6710256801020046517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=6710256801020046517' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6710256801020046517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6710256801020046517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/02/melanies-5-for-mi.html' title='Melanie&apos;s 5 for the MI'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-2753608437761790045</id><published>2009-02-05T08:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:36:09.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SYrmuCRGViI/AAAAAAAAALw/LCNwMjda6Vw/s1600-h/planting.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SYrmuCRGViI/AAAAAAAAALw/LCNwMjda6Vw/s320/planting.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299301590111770146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a wonderful movement taking place in Christian missions around the world  ... its called "church planting". Many don't understand the need for such activity, and some traditionalists see it as some kind of threat to the established church in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really proud - in a positive way (I think) to be associated with mission-minded people who continue to recognize the spiritual needs of all people. I'm speaking of the Maine Baptist Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MeBA&lt;/span&gt; is attempting to do is, prioritize in such a way that associated churches make it THEIR priority to reach out to others. It seems SO easy to become ingrown, protective, and self-focused. Yet, its quite obvious that people everywhere are searching for something more than the Country, a political party, or hopes for financial security  can offer. And the local church should have something more to offer. 'Church planting' provides a powerful way to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very active in Virginia's church-planting movement between 2000 and 2007. It was a great blessing to see lives touched and people changed by the power of God - as we discovered creative ways to 'reach out' and offer Christian love. Now I dream of such things happening in Maine. And I pray that Maine Christians will rise to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-2753608437761790045?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/2753608437761790045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=2753608437761790045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2753608437761790045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2753608437761790045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-wonderful-movement-taking-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SYrmuCRGViI/AAAAAAAAALw/LCNwMjda6Vw/s72-c/planting.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-101392179408372652</id><published>2009-01-22T09:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:25:34.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5 ... early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lisa's "Five" for this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;; Tomorrow, take five different books, and type in the first line of each book.  You can pick a book you just read, a book you are reading, and a book you want to read.  You can use fiction, non-fiction, poetry, textbooks, whatever.  If you want to create your own similarities among the five books, you can.  However, you can pick any random five books you want, whether you have read them or not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; post the name of the book, nor the author.  Only list the first line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;#1 Once, long ago in a land far away, there lived four little characters who ran through a Maze looking for cheese to nourish them and make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who Moved My Cheese; by Spencer Johnson, MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;#2 I sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee, thinking about my unfinished housework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Codependent No More; by Melody Beattie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;#3 I seemed to be standing in a bus queue by the side of a long, mean street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Great Divorce; by C.S. Lewis (no relations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;#4 Although this book is written to anyone who wants to better understand how we can really change, certain groups of people come to mind as I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Inside Out; by Dr. Larry Crabb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;#5 Good is the enemy of great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Good To Great; by Jim Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-101392179408372652?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/101392179408372652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=101392179408372652' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/101392179408372652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/101392179408372652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/01/mi-5-early.html' title='MI-5 ... early'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-1077548157262686974</id><published>2009-01-20T15:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:21:20.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5 ... very late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Billyrythm says this 'five' is inspired by a bowl of his wife’s Chinese Chicken Noodle soup. Bill, you are easily inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(117, 11, 4);"&gt;1) Chicken. We Americans eat lots of chicken, yet we’ve bred them to have little flavor. What’s something you do in your life that you do even though it has little flavor? That is, what is something you continue to do, though you receive little fulfillment for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Go to bed early. I don't know why but, its always been that way for me. Even 'back in the day' when I was wild &amp;amp; free (sorta), I had no desire to stay up later than about 11 pm. I still don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(117, 11, 4);"&gt;2) Noodles. Who invented them, the Chinese or the Italians? Tell us about your cultural heritage. Of what decent are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am German/Welsh. I don't know a thing about the Welsh side. However, my Great Grandfather (father's side) came to America from Germany. He settled in the farmlands of New York - not very far from the port where he disembarked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(117, 11, 4);"&gt;3) Green onions. When I was a kid, I didn’t like onions. Now, I can’t get enough of them. What’s something you used to dislike, but now really like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That would be peas. When I was young, I could not stand peas! My parents forced me/us to eat them - even though they made me GAG! (I know, "TMI").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(117, 11, 4);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; At some point later in life, I realized that my mom always served canned peas and fresh peas tasted totally different. Now I love fresh peas ... especially garden-fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(117, 11, 4);"&gt;4) Carrots. When I was a kid, I couldn’t eat carrots. Now, I can eat them, but I don’t really care for them too much. What’s something you never cared for as a child that you still don’t care for today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brussel sprouts. YUK! I don't even care for the smell. They smell bad while cooking, and they smell REALLY bad after digestion (if you know what I mean).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(117, 11, 4);"&gt;5) Broth. Without broth, you don’t have soup. What’s the thing that, if you didn’t have it, would make you not be you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not preaching here, but my answer has to be Jesus. After 52 years of living, I can honestly say that my relationship with Christ put me on a totally different track than what I started out on. I was not a very happy person back then. Furthermore, I believe by now I would either be rotting in prison or dead without Jesus in my life. All I have to do is think about what happened to the people I hung out with B.C. and its plain to see. THANK GOD HE RESCUED ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-1077548157262686974?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/1077548157262686974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=1077548157262686974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1077548157262686974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/1077548157262686974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/01/mi-5-very-late.html' title='MI-5 ... very late'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5934115615861589676</id><published>2009-01-11T11:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:22:41.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy's Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 31, 7);"&gt;Bill sez, Tell us an interesting story about you and a playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I remember from my childhood a wonderful place called Pioneer Park. It was a cool little park/playground on a major waterway where my dad would eventually launch our motorboat and turn me loose every Saturday. I spent countless days there throughout my childhood. And the thing I remember most, was a HUGE swing-set. This was a swing where one could nearly work their way up into the clouds. I would swing until I was sick to my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 31, 7);"&gt;What typical workplace benefit do you not have currently that you wish you did have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I take the Fifth Amendment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 31, 7);"&gt;Relate to us something about an experience buying/selling/renting a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now this is a question I can easily talk about. As God moved us from one end of the east coast to the other, we have moved nine times and owned five different homes in three states. The most memorable is an 80 year old farm house we bought in &lt;/span&gt;Graceville&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, Florida. This place was a 'real gem'. Obviously built by a farmer whom was more skilled at growing corn than building houses, there was not a true "right angle" anywhere in the place. That made for some real challenging carpentry work.  But I loved the old place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 31, 7);"&gt;What’s your favorite radio station? What’s the genre? Why do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like several stations, but I guess I listen to The Message on XM most often. The genre is C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ontemporary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 31, 7);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Christian with a flare for skilled musicianship. I like it because the tracks played are up-beat - or at least positive in lyric. And there is no advertising ... sorry Bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 31, 7);"&gt;What’s your favorite dessert? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That would have to be "magic bars". My wife makes these things with chocolate, coconut, walnuts, and who knows what. I can eat them until I feel sick! I don't know why I'm so 'wild' about them, maybe because I'm CRAZY about the girl that makes them for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 31, 7);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 31, 7);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5934115615861589676?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5934115615861589676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5934115615861589676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5934115615861589676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5934115615861589676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2009/01/billys-five.html' title='Billy&apos;s Five'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-260708538242701802</id><published>2008-12-26T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:56:21.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5</title><content type='html'>Sue sez, "Since it is the week before New Year's Day I thought we could do some reflecting on the past year." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What one unexpected joy did you discover?&lt;br /&gt;This would have to be the 'joy' of becoming a grandparent. My oldest daughter gave birth this year to my grandson, Ethan. Its hard to explain how it made me so happy - especially because of some issues associated with the event. But there is just something "wonderful" about witnessing the family lineage continuing to the next generation. Its "joyful"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What  two things would you have done differently? Why?&lt;br /&gt;a) I think I would have managed time a bit differently. I didn't accomplish some of the objectives I had for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;b) I should have put forth more effort in developing friendships. Its hard moving into a new culture and place - where you don't know anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What were the three most significant events?&lt;br /&gt;I already named the birth of my grandson. Second would be purchasing our home in the village of South Thomaston. Most 'significant' may be positive changes I have seen in people around the church. A few people have stepped into the light and tapped into God's power for the first time. Others made great progress in a 'faith journey' begun some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What four things did you do that were the most fun?&lt;br /&gt;#1 I took up snow skiing. That's something I had only experienced a few times previously, and didn't really get the hang of it until now (Thank you Dwane). #2 I went to California for the first time of my life ... something I had dreamed of for many years. #3 I went to Peterson Auto Museum and saw some of the cars I grew up watching (&amp;amp; admiring) on TV. #4 Also in California, Josey and I took a long motorcycle trip up the Pacific Coast Highway. All I can say about that is, SWEET !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What five things are you most grateful for?&lt;br /&gt;Wow - I'm exausted. #1 My wife. We don't always agree on things, and that's why I am grateful for her. #2 I am blessed with children who as adults, still talk to me on a regular basis. #3 I am grateful for good health (for a 52 year old). #4 The natural beauty of Maine's Mid-coast. #5 A loving relationship with Almighty God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-260708538242701802?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/260708538242701802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=260708538242701802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/260708538242701802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/260708538242701802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/12/mi-5.html' title='MI-5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4544879948672972546</id><published>2008-12-05T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:01:36.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ol' House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/STmexmgVBzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ga8cD-7Yxoc/s1600-h/DSC02916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/STmexmgVBzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ga8cD-7Yxoc/s400/DSC02916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276423013428168498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;' House ... isn't that the title of a TV show? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;, it ought to be called, "My Nagging Pain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;' House" much of this week, and I find it SO time-consuming. I suppose tools and such were not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;precise&lt;/span&gt; 150 years ago when she was built. And that makes it difficult to mate precisely machined lumber and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hardware&lt;/span&gt; with the old materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to trim out the inside of windows we recently had installed. Before I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt;, I measured a window setback in order to purchase the right trim. Then I measured another - just to make sure all the windows were the same. I went and bought material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, got all the tools out to get started. First window went fine ... looks pretty good. Second window - THE TRIM DIDN'T FIT! Checked another, THE TRIM DIDN'T FIT IT EITHER! Come to find out, the two windows I measured were the only ones (out of six) with the same setback. It seemed like such a small job when I started ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In referring to this new (old) house as "she", I think the place needs a name.   How about 'THE BARN'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4544879948672972546?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4544879948672972546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4544879948672972546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4544879948672972546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4544879948672972546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-ol-house.html' title='This Ol&apos; House'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/STmexmgVBzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ga8cD-7Yxoc/s72-c/DSC02916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-7257717422577126533</id><published>2008-11-29T20:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:48:59.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Questions for reflection; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. What book do you most want to read before years end?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;*I started a book by President, John F. Kennedy about a month ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Its about "courage" - which I think is an awesome character quality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;However, its about courage as it relates to politics. Though I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;little interest in politics, I would REALLY like to finish the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. What's the most humanly impossible thing you would like to see happen&lt;br /&gt;soon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;*I would like to see my retirement fund stop going away. Its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;the most depressing thing that's happened in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. What's the most important trip you want to take yet this year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;*I have already more than filled my quota for travel this year. My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;answer a few weeks ago would have been to visit my mother in Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;However, I still would like to make a road-trip to Freeport, Maine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;There is an classic car shop there I MUST visit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. What habit would you most like to establish in 2009? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;*I have tried to journal a number of times during my life. I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;it can be very helpful on a few different levels. But I have never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;been consistent at it. Maybe in 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. What single thing that you plan to do this year will matter most in ten&lt;br /&gt;years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;*Love my mother better. I'm sure I don't call her enough. She will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;be 90 in January, and will not likely be with us in ten years. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;don't want to have regrets at that point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-7257717422577126533?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/7257717422577126533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=7257717422577126533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7257717422577126533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7257717422577126533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/11/mi-5.html' title='MI-5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-7822293085710011073</id><published>2008-11-22T07:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:03:19.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy's Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Bill says, "This Five is not so much concerned with what kind of movies you like, but how you watch them!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) When you’re at the theater, how do you want your atmosphere? Do you prefer old theaters or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;megaplexes&lt;/span&gt;? Full houses or intimate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seatings&lt;/span&gt;? Lots of kids, or none at all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; I just love the old style theaters - the ones with lots of drapery and sconces on the wall for light. I guess I'm thinking of a particular one that was near our home in Florida. I also like them large and somewhat crowded. But I must confess, I don't like sharing the arm rest with someone who refuses to give me half.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) What’s your “home theater” like? High tech? VCR and TV? What?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are still getting our home set up and don't yet have a "home theater". But at some point it will be a warm and cozy place to totally relax. For equipment we only have a TV and standard DVD player. The only "high tech" part would be that we recently got the latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; receiver (leased) from Direct TV which has recording capability. I DO run the audio through a home stereo ... WOO-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) We’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; probably all got DVD and VCR players, but how about alternative movie watching gadgets? Have you got an Apple TV? Ever watch a movie over the Internet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The folks we stayed with in Virginia last week watch all TV programs and movies over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. They don't even have standard cable TV of satellite service. However, I tried it at home and it didn't work so well. I've been told the processor in our computer is not quite fast enough to handle streaming video. Someday ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Do you belong to a subscription movie rental service, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NetFlix&lt;/span&gt;? If so, how many movies are you renting a month? Are you happy with the service?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We have no membership and we are not renting these days. We used to be 'regulars' at the local movie rental store, but that has changed. I don't miss it all that much, but my wife sure does. Its OK though, we find enough re-runs on TV to be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Share with us your ratio of buying movies to renting them. Do you rent more, or just outright buy your movies? Do you get DVDs, tapes, or movie downloads for your computer most frequently?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If we were renting or buying, the delivery system would definitely be digital. I finally 'chucked' the old VCR because I can no longer tolerate the picture quality of an image lifted from tape. I may OWN low tech equipment, but I really appreciate quality and changing technology. Would you say I'm spoiled?  (:&lt;br /&gt;&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/3945994015365861623-7822293085710011073?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/7822293085710011073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=7822293085710011073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7822293085710011073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7822293085710011073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/11/billys-five.html' title='Billy&apos;s Five'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-8683189879835104334</id><published>2008-11-21T08:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:35:14.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SSa3I1tFpsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cyuF5E7soCo/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SSa3I1tFpsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cyuF5E7soCo/s400/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271101776366773954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just finished this little book I picked up in an airport from Harvard Business Press about "execution". That's not referring to capital punishment ... its about carrying out plans within an organization. And some of the 'gems' in this book are most certainly transferable to church administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly know why, but many - if not most churches have great difficulty seeing their mission come to pass. I am optimistic enough (maybe naive) to believe that church leaders have great ideas and honorable intentions. But for many their vision seems to fall short and the church can't seem to execute a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say, this may be the difference between great or effective churches and those that are little more than a community hall with a religious name. Certainly things like communication and power struggles within the organization cannot be overlooked. And other group dynamics are almost always a factor. But issues mentioned in this book have more to do with personal leadership skills - something I have been fascinated with for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the most insightful information here comes from former Chief Operating Officer at Microsoft, Robert Herbold. His contribution to the book is in the area of "standardizing practices across business functions". He says when you create a plan, "Delegate clearly and use very specific criteria for defining what you want to happen." To me this is simple - but profound!   And this guy has proven the power of his insight. In the six years (1994-2000) he worked directly under Bill Gates things definitely "happened" for Microsoft. They experienced a fourfold increase in revenue and a sevenfold increase in profits.  YOW-W-W ... THATS EXECUTION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-8683189879835104334?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/8683189879835104334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=8683189879835104334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8683189879835104334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8683189879835104334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-finished-this-little-book-i-picked.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SSa3I1tFpsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cyuF5E7soCo/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-6825168232605117444</id><published>2008-11-18T12:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:13:24.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SSL-z1MKbaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/woRaEwvBxHI/s1600-h/virginia_ref_2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SSL-z1MKbaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/woRaEwvBxHI/s320/virginia_ref_2001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270054680381779362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally arrived home in Maine last night. It was a whirl-wind trip to Virginia. What a month this has been! Josey and I traveled thousands of miles in the last several weeks. I feel like I haven't slept in my bed much. Honestly, I don't know how touring musicians and such do it. I don't know if I could travel long distances on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I had a RICH experience officiating the wedding of a former church member last Saturday. Yes, she is now a "Mrs." ... and I am SO happy for her!  After congratulating her with a big hug, I told her I felt proud - like she is my own daughter. Not possible - since we are different race, but the emotional connection was definitely there. Ah ... the life of a pastor. Its AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also enjoyed staying with our friends, the Womacks. We have been blessed to know them for about 7 years now. But it seems like we are life-long friends. They also attended a church where I was pastor, and are part of our extended church family. Its interesting how we 'connect' with some and not always others. Guess that's part of what "makes the world go around".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-6825168232605117444?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/6825168232605117444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=6825168232605117444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6825168232605117444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6825168232605117444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SSL-z1MKbaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/woRaEwvBxHI/s72-c/virginia_ref_2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4778432630304614848</id><published>2008-11-12T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:14:29.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rich Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SRrpvvS7niI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KWeG0BIZhaE/s1600-h/Hix_mem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SRrpvvS7niI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KWeG0BIZhaE/s320/Hix_mem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267779720522210850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a wonderful Veterans Day Josey and I enjoyed. I was invited to be part of a re-dedication ceremony for a war memorial erected right down the street from our home. This particular memorial is in honor of Corporal Oscar Hix whom was the first (and possibly 'only') South Thomaston resident known to have died in World War I.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I found very interesting, was a type of segregation between people of local communities. Not racial segregation but, it was a kind of pride that definitely divides. We are talking here about communities of 'maybe' 2000 residents. And yet there are very distinct feelings of pride about ones place of origin. Its somthing that is foreign to me. Then again, I am the "foreigner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did well in school when studying history. I am not very proud of that - it just wasn't interesting to me. And someone with my smarts (or lack of it) needs a personal interest to motivate them to learn. But the Marines I met while pastoring close to Marine Corp Base Quantico sparked a new appreciation for the discipline of study. In case you don't know, learning and knowing 'war history' is HUGE for officers in the Corp. Its only now, in my early 50s that I realize how important history should be. And I am more motivated than ever to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most enjoyable part of the ceremony was not my participation in the ceremony itself. However, I felt tremendously honored with the invitation. The real joy was in meeting so many interesting people from the village. I was introduced to most of the South Thomaston Historical Society, and then to some of the 'history makers' themselves. It was fascinating to hear a 97 year old woman speak about her memories of the area. And we saw a few pictures of our street taken back in 1912. WOW ... that's rich!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4778432630304614848?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4778432630304614848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4778432630304614848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4778432630304614848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4778432630304614848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/11/rich-experience.html' title='A Rich Experience'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SRrpvvS7niI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KWeG0BIZhaE/s72-c/Hix_mem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-587645890129195095</id><published>2008-11-07T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:48:41.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's random questions for MI-5:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Bath or Shower?&lt;br /&gt;*I 'almost' always take showers because of the time factor. I guess that's because I see bathing as a basic part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hygiene&lt;/span&gt;. However, my wife has taught me some benefits of a hot bath ... more on that some other time.  (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. If you are a beer drinker- what is your  favorite? Is it a seasonal thing? If you aren't a beer drinker what is your  favorite beverage and does it change with the season?&lt;br /&gt;*I acquired a taste for beer several years ago ... especially with Mexican food. But due to my pastoral responsibilities these days, I don't drink it. But I DO enjoy a good fresh coffee. And I look forward to other hot beverages in the winter. My wife makes a wonderful spiced cider each Christmas - Its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Now that the election is over what is one thing  you are looking forward to as "life resumes"?&lt;br /&gt;*I will once again enjoy the evening news on TV. I got so disgusted with the political rhetoric of elections, that I had quit this form of evening relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. If you were a board game what game would you  be?&lt;br /&gt;*I don't like that word ... wait, that's the word "bored" I don't like. I guess I would be Monopoly - because it has endured the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Do you like barbecue sauce? Do you have a  favorite brand? A favorite barbecue dish?&lt;br /&gt;*Oh Yeah! I grew up in the south where BBQ is king. Smokey Bones BBQ is some of the best. But I recently discovered a delicious sauce in California called, The Pepper Plant ... a rather 'spicy' recipe. I hope to find it in Maine - or maybe online. Its bottled by Blossom Valley Foods in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gilroy&lt;/span&gt;, California. It would be GREAT for chicken wings. Whew ... my mouth is salivating !!!&lt;br /&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/3945994015365861623-587645890129195095?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/587645890129195095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=587645890129195095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/587645890129195095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/587645890129195095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/11/amys-random-questions-for-mi-5.html' title='Amy&apos;s random questions for MI-5:'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4870708451098875415</id><published>2008-11-04T11:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:07:00.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never have I been SO HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SRB42BKcKII/AAAAAAAAAJw/aC1NQcJiZK4/s1600-h/poll_obama_vs_mccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SRB42BKcKII/AAAAAAAAAJw/aC1NQcJiZK4/s320/poll_obama_vs_mccain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264840833816602754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never have I been SO HAPPY for presidential &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;'campaigning' to end.&lt;/span&gt; Since I recently returned from vacation where I did not watch, read, or listen to the press, I felt I had some 'catching up' to do before voting ... especially on the local issues and referendums. So  I spent considerable time 'online' the last few days - trying to increase my understanding of current issues. In the process I was both overwhelmed and embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was overwhelmed by an obvious 'war' in the press. I often hear Christian spokesman complain about a "liberal press". And quite honestly, that label never meant much to me. But at this time something has changed. Fox News (which I have always seen as being balanced in their reporting)  seems to be over the top with attacks on liberals. And CNN has nothing good to say about conservatives ... if anything at all. Is this some kind of civil war of words? ... can we even call it "civil"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its unfortunate that the proposed policies of both Obama and McCain get lost in the public feuding. The average American is hard-pressed to get straight answers during the race - to understand where the candidates stand on important issues. All reporting of public information seems to be tainted by attacks of the opposition. And who do you believe is telling the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The political rhetoric has become embarrassing. Everybody it seems, is slinging the proverbial "mud". Character attacks are constant, and somehow 'slander' has become accepted in the political arena. Nothing appears to be 'off limits'. I'll show my age here, but what of John F. Kennedy or Ronald Reagan. These great men spent little energy and resources  'bad-mouthing' the opposing candidate.  They won an election based on the strength of their ideas and plans for the Country.  SO WHAT HAPPENED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we (as a nation) have moved farther away from our Christian moorings. The Bible - at the very least, teaches people how to value and respect one another. But an American shift in philosophy and stance against religion in the 'public square' seems to be coming around to bite us. I see this as socially destructive ... while some&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no doubt see it as a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;LORD, HAVE MERCY ON AMERICA ... AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4870708451098875415?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4870708451098875415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4870708451098875415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4870708451098875415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4870708451098875415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-have-i-been-so-happy.html' title='Never have I been SO HAPPY'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SRB42BKcKII/AAAAAAAAAJw/aC1NQcJiZK4/s72-c/poll_obama_vs_mccain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-6361484351846350263</id><published>2008-10-30T11:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:03:45.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SQnThXy8L2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/aSOZukqw6Ec/s1600-h/Airplane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SQnThXy8L2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/aSOZukqw6Ec/s200/Airplane.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970209835954018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been said, "Home is where the heart is." I'm not sure if that notion is rooted in geography or the warmth of relationships. But I gotta say, I'm glad to be back in Maine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Los Angeles on a beautiful morning characterized by warm temps in the 80's and perfectly clear skies. But landing in Philly for a connecting flight was quite a different story. About half way between LA and Philly, the plane started lurching forward like a car hitting patches of black ice. Then the sudden drops in altitude started. WHEW ... my belly was full of butterflies. I probably looked like I was trying to sleep through it, but I was actually pleeding with God in prayer. Thankfully, the pilots were skilled and God merciful. We landed in the home of Major League champs to a big round of applause from all passengers onboard. Unfortunately, our connecting flight was cancelled and we would have 5 hours to kill before the next flight to Portland. Needless to say, we were exausted to finally arrive home at 2 am - some 20 hours after leaving my sister's house in Cal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, BACK TO WORK !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-6361484351846350263?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/6361484351846350263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=6361484351846350263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6361484351846350263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6361484351846350263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-said-home-is-where-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SQnThXy8L2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/aSOZukqw6Ec/s72-c/Airplane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4764783501311773725</id><published>2008-10-26T01:36:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:57:46.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Big Sur"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SQ2wMeTWyrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SPjzzDC-j08/s1600-h/DSC04014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SQ2wMeTWyrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SPjzzDC-j08/s200/DSC04014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264057267805145778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW ... WOW ! That's all I kept saying while riding the "Big Sur" area of California's Pacific Coast Highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week, Josey and I rented a 2008 Honda Goldwing and cruised the coastline from Santa Monica to Monterey. There are many 25 mph curves and several switch-backs, but the scenery was 'breath-taking'. In a few places the road is narrow with no shoulder. And the drop is about 300 ft. straight down to the ocean. This ride is a serious challenge of riding skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the longest ride we have ever done - about 350 miles each direction. We rode all day long to reach Monterey. And then a full day's ride back. Though our 'backsides' got sore (I know, TMI),  THIS RIDE WAS AWESOME !  I 'highly' recommend it for the "bucket list" of every motorcyclist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIDE ON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4764783501311773725?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4764783501311773725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4764783501311773725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4764783501311773725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4764783501311773725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html' title='The &quot;Big Sur&quot;'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SQ2wMeTWyrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SPjzzDC-j08/s72-c/DSC04014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4828073756359833952</id><published>2008-10-09T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:09:02.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SO5Q1ItzqsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3XdBt0M71v4/s1600-h/soles4souls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SO5Q1ItzqsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3XdBt0M71v4/s320/soles4souls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255226688990849730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we have been collecting shoes at Harmony for a wonderful new organization called "Soles 4 Souls"( www.soles4souls.org ). They are collecting and providing shoes for people who have lost virtually everything in 'natural disasters'. I discovered them when my interest was peeked with desire for our church to respond to the needs of people who lived on the Texas Coast. As you probably remember, 'Hurricane Ike' washed away their dreams about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the organization from the beginning. And now that I have done more research, I REALLY appreciate them. The organizer ( http://wayneelsey.wordpress.com ) of S4S was working for a shoe company when Hurricane Katrina blasted through New Orleans. He states that he was watching the news coverage and saw a single shoe wash up on the beach. That was his "ah ha" moment and the beginning of Soles 4 Souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What impresses me most is the heart of this group. They are linking up with other organizations to do some AWESOME ministry.  From what I read, they hooked up with a church that meets under a cement bridge in Nashville ... in an effort to take the church to the people. The goal was to put good shoes on all of Nashville's homeless people. According to a blog entry, Vince Gill &amp;amp; Amy Grant even stopped in to provide some inspiring tunes. NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL "MINISTRY"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4828073756359833952?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4828073756359833952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4828073756359833952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4828073756359833952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4828073756359833952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-we-have-been-collecting-shoes-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SO5Q1ItzqsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3XdBt0M71v4/s72-c/soles4souls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4241131225515349130</id><published>2008-10-07T11:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:47:29.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim's Jive 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;pre&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Name something a friend or loved one did for you in the last month that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;made you feel good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*A friend came and helped me move a very heavy wood stove into the house.&lt;br /&gt;There is NO WAY I could have done it without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.  Name something you did for a friend or loved one in the last month and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how did it make them feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*I cooked a big seafood dinner for my brother (and his wife) during a recent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;visit. I think he REALLY enjoyed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.  Tell us about the first childhood family vacation that you remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you don't have a memory of that then tell us the first family event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;memory you have.  Don't forget to include details about that experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that stick out in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*The first vacation memory was a road trip to my Aunt Ruth's house in&lt;br /&gt;up-state NY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was probably 12, and it was my first time seeing snow.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle rented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a snowmobile for me and my cousins ... it was PURE JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.  Kids get hurt.  Tell us a time you recall as a kid when you injured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*EE-W-W-W ... I remember it well. I ran into a plate glass window and cut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;myself up BAD. Docs told my dad I may never walk correctly again - due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to muscle and ligament damage. But I believe God blessed me with complete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;healing. The injuries never slowed me down in sports or other activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.  Tell us something you want to do before the snow flies.  If you live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in an area that might not get snow then before Christmas will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*I want to take ONE MORE nice motorcycle ride - maybe an all-day trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Motorcycling is not very pleasant when there is snow. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4241131225515349130?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4241131225515349130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4241131225515349130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4241131225515349130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4241131225515349130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/10/jims-jive-5.html' title='Jim&apos;s Jive 5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4866868328364890757</id><published>2008-09-29T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:10:16.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paddeez MI-5</title><content type='html'>Describe your single fondest childhood memory of the fall season:&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in South Florida where there is no change of seasons ... its like summer all year (only hotter!). But I do remember that the month of October brought welcomed cool breezes after a hot and sticky months. And I remember becoming aware of it for the first time. I noticed the sea-breeze causing my bedroom curtain to stand out away from the wall - and funneling the cool relief right down on my bed. It was SO REFRESHING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are your two favorite things to eat that are specific to this time of year?:&lt;br /&gt;Chili comes to mind. I LOVE eating chili when the weather begins cooling off. Second would be oranges. The best citrus crops begin coming in at the end of summer ... but not until after the first cold snap. That's what makes them juicy, and sweetens the up real nice. My mouth is watering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name three items that you dig out of the closet and wear now that the weather is turning crisp?:&lt;br /&gt;Definitely need my winter riding gloves. They're leather - but have an extra liner to keep in the heat while motorcycling. Second is a heavy hat ... I have a few. Since I am loosing some hair density, I seem to loose a good deal of heat from my head. So a good hat is a 'must'. Third would be long-sleeve "T"s. I have always liked them, and fall is the time to wear them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell us your four favorite activities that you enjoy between the Autumnal Equinox and Halloween (November AIN'T Fall here in Maine folks!):&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the woods. I would enjoy them in the summer too, but Maine mosquitoes are FEROCIOUS then. Second would be the leaves. I usually plan at least one day-trip to take in the natural explosion of color. Third would be a final trip to my favorite ice cream shop. I don't normally eat it in the winter. Finally, winterizing the house. You know I'm 'from away'... right? WHO ENJOYS THAT! But this is still new to me, and I find it somewhat exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Finally, what are the top five things that you need to get done before the winter hits?:&lt;br /&gt;1 Finish installing the new pellet stove.&lt;br /&gt;2 Get new (insulated) windows for the house.&lt;br /&gt;3 Insulate the basement ceiling - which is also the living room floor.&lt;br /&gt;4 Get the snow thrower out and make sure it runs.&lt;br /&gt;5 Make one more run for ice cream ... did I say that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day, Mate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4866868328364890757?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4866868328364890757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4866868328364890757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4866868328364890757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4866868328364890757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/09/paddeez-mi-5.html' title='Paddeez MI-5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-8005673679530274457</id><published>2008-09-10T07:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:39:48.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SMevro2MMUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/D7Gxm6c4V-Y/s1600-h/CERN1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SMevro2MMUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/D7Gxm6c4V-Y/s320/CERN1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244353455330177346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a theologist ... not a scientist. But I'm excited about this scientific experiment.  THIS IS COOL! The picture is part of a Hadron Collider that is able to conduct a proton beam at super high speed. It's a 6-billion dollar international experiment designed to prove some aspects of the Big Bang Theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One publication said, "It [the experiment] could also find evidence of the hypothetical particle — the Higgs boson — believed to give mass to all other particles, and thus to matter that makes up the universe." The "Higgs boson" has been nick-named the 'God Particle' by a leading British researcher, Peter Higgs. This brings me to the "really cool" thing. For me, its not the hard data gathered by this experiment. Fact is, I comprehend little of the physics involved. But the major (unspoken) issue at stake here is the possible fall of another theory ... Evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught Darwinian Evolution as absolute truth while attending public school. I accepted the teaching as a child and answered the test questions accordingly. But as a rational adult, I never embraced 'evolution' as the truth about our origins. And I have even less appreciation for the Secular Humanism that grew out of it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experiment is proof that many contemporary scientists have serious doubt about evolution too. I'm not sold on the Big Bang theory either, I'm actually a 6-day creationists by relationship. But this experiment may be HISTORIC in terms of research conducted by the scientific community.  It opens up very intelligent people to the 'possibility' of a Divine factor in the cosmos.   NOW THAT'S COOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-8005673679530274457?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/8005673679530274457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=8005673679530274457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8005673679530274457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/8005673679530274457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-theologist.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SMevro2MMUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/D7Gxm6c4V-Y/s72-c/CERN1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-6201417672861551219</id><published>2008-08-26T21:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:05:48.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SLSsTnvlUXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tAjSvr1i6jQ/s1600-h/blueberryALAMY_468x313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SLSsTnvlUXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tAjSvr1i6jQ/s320/blueberryALAMY_468x313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239001719624782194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things I ABSOLUTELY love about Maine is fresh blueberries. The 'cool' thing is that they seem to grow everywhere. We have discovered them in several unlikely places ... like on top of Mount Batty where tons of tourist go. I guess most people don't know what the bushes look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry pie has always been my favorite - even growing up in South Florida where blueberries came from a can.  And I can make myself 'sick' on blueberry pancakes. The corner store near my house makes the best! This is a real problem for me - seeing as my cholesterol level is 'through the roof'.  "Thank God" for Simvastatin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Maine the delectable berries are 'in season'. They are available at make-shift stands alongside every major highway, and I can't pass them by! Josey and I even went to a Blueberry Festival a few days ago where we saw blueberries marketed every way imaginable. I spent all my pocket money there, and came home with a belly-ache. Anyway, the season will be over soon and I will be back to raiding my freezer-stash for blueberries. Guess all good things must come to an end ... at least in THIS life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HELENH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-6201417672861551219?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/6201417672861551219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=6201417672861551219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6201417672861551219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6201417672861551219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-of-things-i-absolutely-love-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SLSsTnvlUXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tAjSvr1i6jQ/s72-c/blueberryALAMY_468x313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5280774829339429186</id><published>2008-08-23T06:40:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:26:03.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy's questions for MI-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; 1) Do you use some form of PDA (personal digital assistant)/MP3 player/smart phone for contacts and calendar items? If so, what is it, and what do you use it for? If you don't use some sort of digital calendar, what do you use?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I got a Sony PDA when they first came out - complete with Microsoft Office. Found it a hassle to keep track of. Then I got a fancy phone that could do almost all the same stuff. But these days I am simplifying my life. Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have reverted back to the old-fashion desk blotter calendar and a pencil. But I DO still use the calendar on my Motorola Razor cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you use any sort of MP3 player? If not, do you use anything for "music on the go"?&lt;br /&gt;*I have an old 256 meg MP3 that I seldom use. I rigged it to play in my motorcycle helmet, so I could listen to some tunes while on long rides. But only used it a few times. I guess I never REALLY got into personal listening devices, I find them too inconvenient. Maybe if I had some wireless earphones ... yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you have a favorite application you run on your PDA/MP3/smart phone? What is it? If you don't use one, how about some cool application you like on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;*I LOVE Windows Media Player. I constantly used my computer in church (back in Virginia) and it was always connected to the PA for videos and background music. We even occasionally used it for performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4) How about a favorite game on your widget? If you're non-widget-ized, what games do you like to play on your computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*I'm not a game person. I never play computer games. My son is a game 'freak' and plays all the online stuff. He's up on all the latest techno, but not the Old Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5) Most little gadgets have a way to personalize them, like a cover or faceplate or something. What's on yours? If you don't own one, tell us about something else you've personalized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*I used to paint cars and once painted (airbrush) a mural on the side of my own car. It was a scene of Calvary where Jesus died for my sins. You seldom see religious art in that venue, so I thought it made a strong statement about me and the life I now live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5280774829339429186?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5280774829339429186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5280774829339429186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5280774829339429186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5280774829339429186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/08/billys-questions-for-mi-5.html' title='Billy&apos;s questions for MI-5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-9203083236240875007</id><published>2008-08-16T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:23:48.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SKbIC00ygRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Edj3K2qJ8PI/s1600-h/olympic_medals_front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SKbIC00ygRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Edj3K2qJ8PI/s320/olympic_medals_front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235091567730131218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"HOW INSPIRING!" That was my comment after recently reading about some of the Olympic athletes. Yes, athletes are talented and no doubt, 'gifted' individuals. And they are often given preferential treatment with plenty of 'perks'. But they are also gutsy, disciplined, and very determined individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember several years ago meeting Greg  Louganis when he was preparing to dive (again) in 1988 games at Seoul, Korea. The US Dive Team was training the last few weeks in our area of South Florida. There was a mechanical issue with the diving pool and half the water drained out in one night. As a Driver Engineer with the local fire department, the following morning I was called upon to refill the pool with a fire pump.  I remember apologizing for the color of the water - as it was not exactly the normal 'crystal blue'. Against the pure white Marcite of the pool bottom, this water looked something like weak coffee. As I apologized Greg just chuckled and said, "That's OK, its probably about the color of the water we will dive into in Seoul." I thought, "Now that's a professional."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what really 'got' me. The fact is that these American icons of success were out "at the crack of dawn" training every morning ... and training HARD. These 'famous' people who seem to be on top of the world with wealth and power were not laying up in the bed at 6am. They were out giving it all they've got! When most are hitting the 'snooze button' for the second time, these folks were already spending every ounce of energy to build just a little more muscle, or refine one more minute detail of technique. They were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to be the very best they could be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this little story is, "success usually comes at a great price." Inspiration from others only helps us realize possibilities. Determination and a will to strive for improvement is what will move us toward success in life. I am reminded of a great Biblical character whom said,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am doing a great work and I cannot come down.  Why should the work stop while I leave it and come down to you?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Nehemiah) &lt;/span&gt;A more modern character said it this way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The difference between the impossible and the possible lies in a person's determination."&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;b&gt;-Tommy Lasorda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-9203083236240875007?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/9203083236240875007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=9203083236240875007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/9203083236240875007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/9203083236240875007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-inspiration.html' title='Olympic Inspiration'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SKbIC00ygRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Edj3K2qJ8PI/s72-c/olympic_medals_front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-7378290622635825799</id><published>2008-08-10T06:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:44:44.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Hard To Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SJ6_9GOSEdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BnCPpPsXKUo/s1600-h/MG+at+Martha%27s+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SJ6_9GOSEdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BnCPpPsXKUo/s320/MG+at+Martha%27s+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232830873414537682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SJ6-Sb40KXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BCZKWmaQDR4/s1600-h/MG+at+Martha%27s+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SJ6-Sb40KXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BCZKWmaQDR4/s320/MG+at+Martha%27s+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232829040984074610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe I will never again go back to this haven in the Virginia mountains . Josey's mother, Helen died in February and her house was sold last month. The last of her furniture is being moved out this week - and that makes it final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always cherished our visits with her, and  I absolutely LOVED hanging out a her place ... nestled in the most beautiful valley I have ever seen. The natural beauty was something to behold. And it was a very peaceful place. Though she only lived there 8 years (I think), I will always have pleasant thoughts about the times we visited there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen lived in a few other places - all of them reflecting her keen eye for decorating. And they were all in great locations. But there was something very special about the mountain cabin. I remember conversing with Jos about 'why' her mother might want to move to "the middle of nowhere" to live by herself. We were perplexed by the decision ... that is, until we spent some time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what 'exactly' it is about this particular place that evokes powerful feelings in me. I know the view of majestic mountains so near always stirred my soul.  But maybe its not REALLY about the place at all.  I think 'maybe' its about the strength of the woman whom chose that spot to live out her last few years. Her bravery to face her own mortality was quite remarkable. Helen, YOU WERE TRULY AMAZING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-7378290622635825799?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/7378290622635825799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=7378290622635825799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7378290622635825799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/7378290622635825799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-hard-to-believe.html' title='Its Hard To Believe'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SJ6_9GOSEdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BnCPpPsXKUo/s72-c/MG+at+Martha%27s+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5116982527355305177</id><published>2008-08-09T11:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:18:34.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's "all about where YOU live":</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If I were coming to visit you- what time of year  would you suggest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Having just moved to Maine a year ago, this is a tough set of questions. But I don't think you can beat the end of summer for a visit to Mid-coast Maine. Many of the vacationers have gone back home to work, the weather is still beautiful, and most places are still open for business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any specific things you would suggest I visit  while there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;For food I would recommend the Cod End in Tennant's Harbor. Its a wonderful blend of 'old Maine' culture and excellent seafood. For a view of Maines coastline I would recommend the Owl's Head lighthouse and/or Mt. Battie. My next favorite is the Camden Harbor when all the tall mast schooners are in port ... that's a beautiful sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where should we eat?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;OK, besides the Cod End I would recommend Primo - on the border of Rockland and Owl's Head. The food is 'outstanding'! (&amp;amp; 'pricey') Its a great place for a date with that 'special someone'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there anybody I should meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I find some  of the 'locals' very interesting. Richard Wall is probably the resident authority on lobster fishing, and a great guy too. Bill Batty is "the man" on the Mid-coast music scene. He always knows what's cookin' ... and where its being served.  Then, one could always stop by the Key Bank of Rockland for a visit with my wife. Everyone should meet HER!  (Are you reading this, Honey?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Where else should I visit in your  state?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm partial to Harmony Bible Church in South Thomaston. There are some wonderful people there, and its usually an 'inspiring' place. Next would be Acadia National Park. The high rock cliffs overlooking the ocean are awesome. Depending on the time of year, you are likely to see a few seal frolicking in the surf. And the view from the park's Cadillac Mountain is "breath-taking". Can you tell ... I just LOVE the coast of Maine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5116982527355305177?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5116982527355305177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5116982527355305177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5116982527355305177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5116982527355305177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/08/amys-all-about-where-you-live.html' title='Amy&apos;s &quot;all about where YOU live&quot;:'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5152615500416134481</id><published>2008-07-31T15:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:22:17.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paddyquest - MI - 5</title><content type='html'>1. The first song I remember hearing on the radio (I think) was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hang On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sloopy&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;by The McCoys. I think the song came out in the mid-sixties and was aired about every 15 minutes on local AM stations. Ha! FM in those days? ... not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. I wouldn't say radio played a "big" part in my childhood. But I do remember listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WQAM&lt;/span&gt; out of Miami, Florida for a time - almost exclusively. It was 'pop music' ... and it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As soon as I could afford to buy music, I began purchasing vinyl albums for specific listening. By that time I was into the Beatles, Pink Floyd, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zepplin&lt;/span&gt; - and the likes. I was a pretty rebellious kid and looked for something to stir up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' teenage 'angst'. Hard rock fit the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My special "radio moment" may have been when I realized that the girls often enjoyed a different type of song than I. I suppose I was recognizing the 'romance factor' in different genres of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have tried MP3s and other portable devices, but just don't care for them. I DO listen to radio ... usually streaming over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. Guess I just like the clean sound of digital music in a controlled environment where I can hear all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; nuances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5152615500416134481?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5152615500416134481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5152615500416134481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5152615500416134481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5152615500416134481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/07/paddyquest-mi-5.html' title='Paddyquest - MI - 5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4333097711663356715</id><published>2008-07-23T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:41:43.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5 jive</title><content type='html'>1 The most vivid childhood birthday memory; I must say, I'm drawing a complete 'blank' and don't remember details of a single one. Birthdays were not exactly a 'big deal' around our house. We celebrated with a home-made cake and a few small gifts - but nothing that burned life-long memories.&lt;br /&gt;2 My favorite birthday moment may have been the day I turned 18. That started the 'age of adulthood' (&amp;amp; legal drinking age) in my home state.  I felt so liberated - to go wherever I wanted. It was really exciting for about a week ... and certainly not all it was cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;3 My favorite adult birthday came two years ago when my wife made arrangements for me to get a new motorcycle on my 50th. She said, "I want to do something very special for this year, go pick out a new motorcycle." COOL right!  YEA ... I'm still diggin it!&lt;br /&gt;4 I never had a "theme birthday" - that I know of. As I said, my childhood is somewhat of a 'blur'. But details of that will likely be an answer to another MI-5 question.&lt;br /&gt;5 OK, the thing about turning 18. I have a brother 7 years my senior. Occasionally he would take me with him to hang out with friends. I thought they were 'so cool'. They sometimes went places where 'under-aged' kids could not go. I REALLY looked forward to the day I could go in those  places. Turns out, I didn't like those places 'at all'. Funny how life is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4333097711663356715?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4333097711663356715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4333097711663356715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4333097711663356715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4333097711663356715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/07/mi-5-jive.html' title='MI-5 jive'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-4088759906590555630</id><published>2008-07-18T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:10:27.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5 - Psychobabble</title><content type='html'>OK Bill .......&lt;br /&gt;If I were a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snack cake&lt;/span&gt; I would be a moon pie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;Simple ... I'd be sweet &amp;amp; mushy!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I were a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;car &lt;/span&gt;I would be a Rolls Royce. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;Because I believe I was designed more for cruising ... not so much for speed. I've come to the conclusion that "speed kills".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I were a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kitchen utensil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would be a butta-knife. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Because they have multiple uses like screw remover, pry bar, &amp;amp; paint scraper ... besides spreading 'yellow fat' on toast or bread.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I were a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;famous rich person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would be Jimmie Buffet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Because he influenced lots of people with music, then became 'quite the businessman' with his earnings. He enjoys some of the same things I do - and can afford to do them anytime. Besides, I could become him with very few physical changes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I were a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over the counter medicine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would be Ibuprophen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;Because I could help people of all ages find relief from pain and inflamation ... with very little 'side affects'.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-4088759906590555630?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/4088759906590555630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=4088759906590555630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4088759906590555630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/4088759906590555630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/07/mi-5-psychobabble.html' title='MI-5 - Psychobabble'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-273798922386642942</id><published>2008-07-15T15:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:40:44.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SHz6wnUEm0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/yA3h9DVXKps/s1600-h/preacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SHz6wnUEm0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/yA3h9DVXKps/s320/preacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223325380936768322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People sometimes ask about my preaching, "Do you preach to individuals and their problems?" My answer is an emphatic "NO". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The 'number one' rule of engagement for counseling is one of 'confidence' ... as in 'CONFIDE' -ENCE. That means I protect the privacy of those who 'confide' in me as their pastor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While preparing for ministry I made it a point to study theology and psychology together. Why? ... Because I was not satisfied in knowing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;we are supposed to do in relationship to God, without understanding (though limited) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we have difficulty doing it. And what I discovered are some basics about what it means to be a 'natural' man in relationship to a 'super-natural' God ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are not the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So when I preach, I'm preaching to 'mankind' about the things that most people struggle with ... simply because they are human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one reason people wonder about my preaching is, they don't realize the problems they face are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;common to other people. Its just that the 'problems' are things people don't usually talk about in their social interaction. Sure, problems come in various degrees of difficulty, and not all situations are the same. But most people think they are the "only ones" to think, believe, behave, etc. etc. - a particular way. When in reality, people all around them may be experiencing - or have experienced the same things. In that regard, there really is "nothing new under the sun". So - NO! ... I have not been airing anyone's dirty laundry ... just our 'filthy rags'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-273798922386642942?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/273798922386642942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=273798922386642942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/273798922386642942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/273798922386642942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-sometimes-ask-about-my-preaching.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SHz6wnUEm0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/yA3h9DVXKps/s72-c/preacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-2794867283375868461</id><published>2008-07-09T08:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:40:44.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SHSrPsrpqGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WULg3Oe0vTg/s1600-h/Bike+Blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SHSrPsrpqGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WULg3Oe0vTg/s320/Bike+Blessing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220986154209880162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AN AWESOME TIME!&lt;br /&gt;My friends all know how much I enjoy motorcycling ... since I was 14! I was 14 many years ago, but I enjoy biking JUST as much now as back then.  About two years ago I joined the Christian Motorcyclist Association. My involvement in this great organization has infused new energy into my hobby. I have found that even the 'fun stuff' we do can truly glorify God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is a snap-shot of the Blessing of The Bikes recently held at Rockland Harbor Park - Rockland, Maine. We gathered there to pray for one another and safety in this riding season. If you're a biker, you should consider joining the CMA ... great people and good clean fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-2794867283375868461?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/2794867283375868461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=2794867283375868461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2794867283375868461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/2794867283375868461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-awesome-time-my-friends-all-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SHSrPsrpqGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WULg3Oe0vTg/s72-c/Bike+Blessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-5716005017035579673</id><published>2008-07-04T12:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:46:47.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  AAA predicts a first ever decrease in travel&lt;br /&gt;for this Fourth of July due to the gas/oil crisis.&lt;br /&gt;Do you find that you are traveling less these&lt;br /&gt;days in an effort to conserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Yes, and I also carefully choose which vehicle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to travel in (or 'on') when I go. This summer I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will ride the motorbike as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Many of the news shows have been showing&lt;br /&gt;pieces about backyard fireworks, and the dangers&lt;br /&gt;involved, in the past few weeks.  Do you, or have&lt;br /&gt;you ever, staged your own fireworks on the Fourth&lt;br /&gt;of July?  What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**OH YEA! As a former professional firefighter all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that stuff intrigues me. The highlight was getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the opportunity to 'set off' a show for a community &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in South Florida. I only got 'minor' burns! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The vote for independence from England&lt;br /&gt;occurred on July 2, 1776. Do you plan to vote in&lt;br /&gt;the November elections? What are your thoughts on&lt;br /&gt;exercising your right to vote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;** I would not pass up the opportunity to vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I occasionally complain about US politics, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have always held the belief that people who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't vote have no right to complain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore I vote! Logical - isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Do you have holiday plans / traditions for&lt;br /&gt;the Fourth of July?  Tell us about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**We usually host or attend a cook-out. I LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grilled food and celebrating patriotism. This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;year, Josey &amp;amp; I will join with fellow members &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the Christian Motorcyclists Association to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ride our bikes in the Thomaston parade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Are you attending a parade this year on the&lt;br /&gt;Fourth?  If so, what is your favorite part of a&lt;br /&gt;parade?  Your lease favorite part?  Will you be&lt;br /&gt;participating IN the parade? What will be your&lt;br /&gt;role?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**YUP ... the parade in Thomaston, Maine. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite part is participating. I think most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone there forgets about their troubles for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a few hours and just enjoys a sense of "community". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its always festive. My least favorite part is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cramped clutch hand I get from trying to ride a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fairly heavy bike at a 'snail's pace'. I have never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;served in an 'official' capacity ... only support &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for various churches or organizations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ginny!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-5716005017035579673?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/5716005017035579673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=5716005017035579673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5716005017035579673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/5716005017035579673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/07/mi-5.html' title='MI-5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-9074850517004139356</id><published>2008-06-28T07:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:40:45.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SGYnG5ubSdI/AAAAAAAAADg/FadfLAjnKS8/s1600-h/Ethan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SGYnG5ubSdI/AAAAAAAAADg/FadfLAjnKS8/s320/Ethan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216900217883544018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, I'm sorry! ... I'm a doting grandfather. I have been without internet service for a month, and this is naturally how I am getting back into the 'swing' of it. You gotta admit he IS CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always heard there is a special bond between men and their grandsons - now I'm beginning to understand it. I'm already looking forward to the seeing little Ethan again. Josey will be going down in another month or two for a visit. Me, I don't know when I will get to see him again.  I'm discovering some drawbacks to the bi-vocational thing, getting 'time off' is one.&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I'll be satisfied with  digital  pics being sent as often as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-9074850517004139356?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/9074850517004139356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=9074850517004139356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/9074850517004139356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/9074850517004139356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SGYnG5ubSdI/AAAAAAAAADg/FadfLAjnKS8/s72-c/Ethan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-102410854668698008</id><published>2008-05-23T10:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:15:45.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Grampy" ... OH YEH!</title><content type='html'>Well I have been pretty busy and falling short on blogging. I'm busy because I'm fixing up an old house, and 'moving' into the house on top of everyday work/ministry responsibilities. All this while preparing a trip to Virginia to see my first grandchild. YUP - I will be called "Grampy". They tell me its going to be a boy too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly not looking forward to the drive ... and with gas prices? But what guy wouldn't be excited about his first grandson?  Well, maybe it IS an "age-appropriate" kind of excitement - but I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather - Grand Dad - Grandpa - Gramps - Granpappy ...  no,  "GRAMPY"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-102410854668698008?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/102410854668698008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=102410854668698008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/102410854668698008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/102410854668698008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/05/grampy-oh-yeh.html' title='&quot;Grampy&quot; ... OH YEH!'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-6971486948119353360</id><published>2008-05-17T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:39:48.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MI-5</title><content type='html'>Here are the questions  answers for the week;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have any weird OCD issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* WOW ... its a small world. As a former Church Planter in&lt;br /&gt;Virginia, I have met Tally Wilgis. We used to meet in Richmond,&lt;br /&gt;Virginia for monthly meetings. As for OCD issues, I try my best&lt;br /&gt;to continually reprogram. But the bills in my wallet MUST all&lt;br /&gt;face the same direction. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What major decision/change did you make in your life that&lt;br /&gt;surprised your family and friends &amp;amp; how did things work out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OK - this is weird! I left South Florida for a 'life-change' too.&lt;br /&gt;But I moved to North Florida for educational purposes. I had&lt;br /&gt;a great job, a wife, three kids, and a beautiful custom home ...&lt;br /&gt;my family thought I was NUTS! Things worked out great!&lt;br /&gt;My kids grew up and moved out. My wife and I are happy to&lt;br /&gt;be living in Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is something you picked up and who did you pick it&lt;br /&gt;up from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eating biscuits. I learned the beauty of the biscuit from a&lt;br /&gt;co-worker when I was in the fire service. I learned how to&lt;br /&gt;make (and several ways to eat) them, and now I enjoy them at&lt;br /&gt;every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is something you discovered by accident but has&lt;br /&gt;enriched your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That would have to be regular reading. I started reading&lt;br /&gt;books in a particular genre a few years ago. I did it in order&lt;br /&gt;get some new perspective on my work. I found that regular&lt;br /&gt;reading prompted all kinds of fresh thinking and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;So now I read at least one book per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could influence a behavioral change in someone else,&lt;br /&gt;what would it be and how would you go about doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I would change attitudes concerning motorcycling - which&lt;br /&gt;happens to be my hobby. I was alarmed to discover that&lt;br /&gt;some people dislike bikers SO much that they will intensionally&lt;br /&gt;run them off the road. I would do this by taking them for a ride&lt;br /&gt;on a gorgeous summer day up Cadillac Mountain. One ride on&lt;br /&gt;sensory overload like that ... and they would forever appreciate&lt;br /&gt;motorcycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-6971486948119353360?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/6971486948119353360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=6971486948119353360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6971486948119353360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/6971486948119353360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/05/mi-5.html' title='MI-5'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945994015365861623.post-431627765701478187</id><published>2008-05-13T09:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:40:45.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SCmcr67YxLI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ld7GcVX5hvQ/s1600-h/Myanmar_storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SCmcr67YxLI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ld7GcVX5hvQ/s320/Myanmar_storm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199859523142599858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What devastation! I got this photo from the website of Mission Aviation Fellowship - a Christian ministry group that flies airplanes to Haiti and other poverty-stricken places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express the struggle and suffering such events bring. I was fortunate (I think) to be in the first search &amp;amp; rescue teams arriving in Miami after Hurricane Andrew back in the early 90s. I was working for Palm Beach County Fire Rescue at the time, and happened to be 'on duty' the night the storm hit. It was a life-changing experience I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish there was a way to help the people of Myanmar. Truth is, the government there is not allowing much aide into the Country. Many people and organizations are on "standby" ready to respond with help. Its a sad situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we've got problems here at home too. Last week many homes and businesses were damaged by flooding in northern Maine. I have notified the Maine Baptist Association Disaster Relief (say THAT 5 times quickly) of our church's willingness to help. We are on "stand-by" there too. I'll keep you posted on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3945994015365861623-431627765701478187?l=ministerofblab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/feeds/431627765701478187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3945994015365861623&amp;postID=431627765701478187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/431627765701478187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3945994015365861623/posts/default/431627765701478187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ministerofblab.blogspot.com/2008/05/disaster-relief.html' title='Disaster Relief'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487994275707581325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SxQbJSL4mlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jgswOiajsp0/S220/DSC07630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L0WQagx43QM/SCmcr67YxLI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ld7GcVX5hvQ/s72-c/Myanmar_storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
