<?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-26353536</id><updated>2012-01-26T21:57:36.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of Safety Dude</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>445</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4832154758059259268</id><published>2012-01-26T21:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:57:36.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABBA</title><content type='html'>I have to make a confession, I like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ABBA"&gt;ABBA&lt;/a&gt;.  That is correct, ABBA the Swedish Rock band that rose to fame in the 70's.  I only have one of their records, the greatest hits records.  My fascination with them started this past summer.  A number of years ago, Amy purchased the musical movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mamma_Mia!_The_Movie"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/a&gt;.  Which is a story built off of ABBA's greatest hits.  I watched it one summer night last summer and was captivated by the songs.  The song Super Trouper is not about a guy in the audience watching the performance.  It is instead about a type of spot light, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Trouper_(spotlight)"&gt;Super Trouper&lt;/a&gt;, which was used in show business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4832154758059259268?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4832154758059259268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4832154758059259268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4832154758059259268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4832154758059259268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/abba.html' title='ABBA'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5212173663590883084</id><published>2012-01-19T19:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:45:02.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast Iron Griddle</title><content type='html'>The cast iron griddle is a must for any kitchen.  I use it to cook all sorts of things, grilled cheese sandwiches, hot dogs, pancakes, fired eggs, pancakes, ect.  The best part of a seasoned cast iron griddle, is that clean up is easy, as long as you don't burn anything on it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we had a combination of grilled cheese sandwiches, hot dogs and cold ceral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5212173663590883084?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5212173663590883084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5212173663590883084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5212173663590883084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5212173663590883084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/cast-iron-griddle.html' title='Cast Iron Griddle'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5029903934545483889</id><published>2012-01-18T19:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:41:23.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchroom Stories</title><content type='html'>In the break room there are several of use that usually eat lunch at the same time.  For this week, the discussion has been a little more random than normal.  Food has been a big discussion point for a couple of days.  I told two food related stories that are, or should be embarrassing.  Each story was when it occurred, these days it is just funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Shrimp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up in the panhandle of Texas did not lead itself to much seafood.  I really enjoyed eating shrimp, and we would travel down to Galveston each summer.  My shrimp spectrum was very narrow, it consisted of jumbo fried shrimp, and popcorn fried shrimp.  While attending McMurry one year during finals they made steaks and shrimp cocktail.  Being the shrimp lover that I am I went for the shrimp cocktail.  With a plate piled high with these shrimp, that did not look much like the fried shrimp, I dug in.  Crunch, crunch, crunch...  Thinking that something was not quite right I observed one of my hall mates peeling the shrimp and asked, "What are you doing to the shrimp?"  "Peeling it of course, did you not peel your shrimp?"  My response was, "peel it why would I need to do that, it is kind of crunchy."  I learned a lot that semester, all the internal organs of a cat, how useful fruit flys were in genetics, and that you really should peel the shrimp cocktail before eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One meal that we ate growing up was call "The Dish."  It is made up of macaroni, ground beef, tomatoes, onion, tomato paste.  It was really good when my mom made it.  After Amy and I got married I decided to make "The Dish."  I got the receipt for my mom and followed it.  It called for 1 c of macaroni, ground beef, ect.  All of which I dutifully placed in the 9 X 9 cooking dish.  The first bit I took after cooking was kind of crunchy, and I thought, "oh it is the top."  The second bite, still crunchy.  It was at this point I though that something was a miss.  I placed a call and was lovingly informed that, "you have to cook the noodles before you put them in the dish."  Which was followed by a quick trip to sonic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5029903934545483889?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5029903934545483889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5029903934545483889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5029903934545483889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5029903934545483889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/lunchroom-stories.html' title='Lunchroom Stories'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-604577563214366726</id><published>2012-01-15T15:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T16:09:16.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Lunch</title><content type='html'>While I was growing up Sunday Lunch was a meal,  that we celebrated together as a family.  Contrary to the advertisements on television, our Sunday meal was eaten at Marian and Father's (grandparents.)  After Marian passed, Honey (mom) took up the torch of feeding the Patmans after church.  Honey and Marian were both fantastic cooks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked lunch today, and I think one of the keys is to make dishes that can be heated quickly, or cooked while we are off at church.  I have a great many culinary advantages that Marian did not have.   For example, I can reliably program my oven for an timed start. I also have two refrigerators, she only had one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally we would hop in the car after church and drive to the Furrs cafeteria, in Pampa, Texas to have sunday lunch with my cousins from McLean.  This was another highlight of growing up.  As a kid, I was AMAZED with the different selections, and see to remember getting the fish patty frequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-604577563214366726?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/604577563214366726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=604577563214366726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/604577563214366726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/604577563214366726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-lunch.html' title='Sunday Lunch'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4340328358509636467</id><published>2012-01-13T19:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:16:36.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SInnerman</title><content type='html'>Tonight I cued up the soundtrack for the "Thomas Crown Affair" (1999) durning bath time.  The first song up was a song titled Sinnerman, or Sinner Man.  I was surprised that I did not get any negative comments from the peanut gallery, especially since the song is 10 minutes in length.  It is a lively song, with a fast beat, and the lyrics are sort of hard to make out in the Nina Simone version.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I purchased the sound track, in part because I really found that song intriguing.  In the movie it is play as Thomas enters the museum to return the painting he had stolen.  The song does not to my knowledge have an author attributed to it.  It is classified as an American Spiritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The peanut gallery is exposed to a wide variety of music when I am around.  From classical, to piano, to certain alternative bands.  I watch the lyrics closely, and prefer to spin a little &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Day"&gt;Third Day&lt;/a&gt;, or the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_O.C._Supertones"&gt;Orange County Supertones&lt;/a&gt; "Chase the Sun", both are christian bands.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4340328358509636467?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4340328358509636467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4340328358509636467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4340328358509636467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4340328358509636467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/sinnerman.html' title='SInnerman'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-6069706850635508182</id><published>2012-01-12T19:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:14:02.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twelve Days of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have lots of Christmas stories at our house. In fact, today, on 1/12/12, we read &lt;i&gt;The Twevle Days of Christmas&lt;/i&gt;. The collect of books we have traverse the span, from &lt;i&gt;The Night Before Christmas, &lt;/i&gt;by the original author, to the more modern &lt;i&gt;A Pirates Night Before Christmas&lt;/i&gt;. Arrrgh!!! Christmas books are read throughout the year. In the middle of the summer, we are likely to read &lt;i&gt;The Gingerbread Pirates&lt;/i&gt;. Over the last few years, I have seen an increase in the number of Pirate Christmas books. Which begs the question, did Black Beard celebrate Christmas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would the pirate christmas celebration involve walking the plank in your swimming suit? Its christmas in the Bahamas, so I think the water would be nice. A dinner consisting of hardtack and cackle fruit eggs? Did the crew take a break from swabbing the deck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years our Christmas Traditions have changed. In part because we have gotten older, changes in our geographical locations, and the passing of loved ones. I have also noted a change in what I enjoy out of Christmas. When I was my son's age, I was focused on what I would get. Now, I enjoy watchings others open up their suprises. This year we had everyone at our house for Christmas. It was a lot of fun. We played the guessing game, a christmas tradition that my grandfather got us started on when I was 10 or 11. I also got to eat fried grits, the only day of the year that it is an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point the tree has 1/2 of its ornaments, and there are boxes waiting to be packed, as we pull the christmas decorations down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssIQzicaN0U/Tw-TAQHAeXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JjaaMvdBoIs/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BGrandkids%2B1692.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssIQzicaN0U/Tw-TAQHAeXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JjaaMvdBoIs/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2BGrandkids%2B1692.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696933686180608370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/26353536-6069706850635508182?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/6069706850635508182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=6069706850635508182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6069706850635508182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6069706850635508182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/twelve-days-of-christmas.html' title='The Twelve Days of Christmas'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssIQzicaN0U/Tw-TAQHAeXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JjaaMvdBoIs/s72-c/Christmas%2B2011%2BGrandkids%2B1692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4081721795856014603</id><published>2012-01-11T19:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:52:51.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter Side Up</title><content type='html'>Tonight we read the &lt;i&gt;Butter Battle Book&lt;/i&gt; by Dr. Seuss.  While it is quite entertaining, especially when one is young and learning to read, I have never understood the Zooks.  Zooks are the characters that eat their bread butter side down.  It seems like all you would do is make a mess on your plate with the butter on the bottom of the bread.  Unless of course, you turned it upside down when you put it on the plate.  Would this simple act turn you from a Zook to a Yook?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An interesting point about the &lt;i&gt;Butter Battle Book&lt;/i&gt;, it was censored in some libraries during the cold war.  Yes, censored because of its position on the cold war.  The supreme court is taking up a casing dealing with the FCC's decency enforcement.  The individuals are seeking to strike down a precedence invoking the first amendment.  I believe strongly in the first amendment, and the second, and well really all of the amendments.  However, I do not think the constitution gives anyone the right to be vulgar or indecent.  It does give use the right to speak freely and give opinions.  Is not being able to say F&amp;amp;$k over the broadcast channels going to limit your ability to eloquently speak your thought.  I think not, if anything, the limitation on vulgar language will enhance the dialect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4081721795856014603?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4081721795856014603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4081721795856014603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4081721795856014603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4081721795856014603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/butter-side-up.html' title='Butter Side Up'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5398049791499611814</id><published>2012-01-10T19:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:18:14.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap in Helicopter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/6676068555/" title="Cap in Helicopter"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7030/6676068555_d03d6bf29e.jpg" alt="Cap in Helicopter by &amp;lt;span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" /&gt;Germburner"&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/6676068555/"&gt;Cap in Helicopter&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Germburner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a picture from yesterday's trip to news channel 4's studio.  Cap went with his cub scout den, and I went along to.  It was pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got to sit in the helicopter, and watch the anchors and weatherman give the news.  When the weatherman was done with his news cast he said, "come on over boys for a picture."  It reminded my of Willard Scott, and all the other weathermen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news cast seemed disjointed in the studio because the anchors would talk a little, then the news would transfer to a live reporter, or something previously recorded.  The studio sets were not as big as I though they would be, in my mind, they are huge, in reality, they are just big enough to get the job done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5398049791499611814?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5398049791499611814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5398049791499611814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5398049791499611814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5398049791499611814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/cap-in-helicopter.html' title='Cap in Helicopter'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5080272114441367470</id><published>2012-01-08T19:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:29:48.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicodemus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself," Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Aside from changing ourselves, one of the most challenging things to do, is change the perspective about some teaching we have been taught all our lives.  This was the subject that we talked about today in Sunday School.  The Pharisees, when you hear this what comes to mind?  Individuals who are power hungry, sneaky and sly?  That is certainly the perspective one gets through the mainstream christian church.  While they completely missed the teachings of Jesus, in the day, they were well respected members of the community.  In his day, Jesus was the individual who was though of as the trouble maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What are we to make of Nicodemus' nighttime visit to Jesus, described in John 3:1-11?  Take the story and reread it thinking the Nicodemus' is part of the "in crowd."  It changes some of the perspective.  Jesus, even talking to one of the leaders of the Pharisees does not change his message, sugar coat it, or minimize it in any way.  Nicodemus is met with the response, "Very Truly, I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God without being born from above."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5080272114441367470?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5080272114441367470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5080272114441367470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5080272114441367470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5080272114441367470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/nicodemus.html' title='Nicodemus'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2960504306407067917</id><published>2012-01-07T15:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:58:57.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last night we participated in one of the OKC Science Museum's Bright Nights for cub scouts.  It was a lot of fun, and we got to sleep in the museum.  In addition to that, there was a limited number of participants, and listening to others who had been, it was not jam packed.  So we had the run of the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We watched a movie in the IMAX Theater, that they do not call IMAX, watched the star show in the planetarium, and watch some live science demonstrations.  The down side of it all, is the children are a little cranky because they went to be around 1:00 am.  Outside of being ill, I think that is the first time they have seen 1:00 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Surprising enough, when it was time to go, the kids did not throw a fit, or protest.  It has been a pretty low key day, they did have the neighbor over for a little and raced Mario Kart on the wii.  Bright night will be remembered with much more fondness, when we forget how little sleep we got.  The 4 hours of sleep I did get were great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-2960504306407067917?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2960504306407067917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2960504306407067917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2960504306407067917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2960504306407067917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/bright-night.html' title='Bright Night'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3165232674206587852</id><published>2012-01-06T19:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:59:18.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1.0079</title><content type='html'>The molecular weight of Hydrogen (H) is 1.0079.  I learned that information while I was in organic chemistry class several years ago.  By the end of the year I knew, and still no the molecular weight (mw) of several other elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with that information, I set off after college to change the world.  Unfortunately, the molecular weight of hydrogen has not yet helped me change the world, strike up an interesting conversation, or even show my intelligence during a competitive game of trivial pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the information I use to change the world I live in I have learned after college.  I did learn many skills in college that help me each day as I read, review, interpret and explain the written word of our governmental agencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do not use all the information I learned in college, I have been blessed by its teachings.  I grew up in a household where the question was not, "Are you going to college?" Rather the questions were, "Which college are you attending, and what are you going to study?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I have my parents, and grandparents to thank, for that expectation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3165232674206587852?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3165232674206587852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3165232674206587852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3165232674206587852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3165232674206587852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/10079.html' title='1.0079'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5413494660227083410</id><published>2012-01-05T19:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:29:38.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I 40 Eastbound</title><content type='html'>The department of transportation is currently working on a project to re-route I-40 through OKC.  Today, the eastbound side of the new roadway was opened.  It was odd driving down the west bound side with no traffic on the other side of the freeway.  As I understanding the existing portion of I-40 will be turned into a "Boulevard" connecting I-40 to downtown.  It will be complete with shopping... I am afraid that when the project is completed, that my home commute will be longer, and more frustrating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.40forward.com/"&gt;http://www.40forward.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5413494660227083410?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5413494660227083410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5413494660227083410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5413494660227083410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5413494660227083410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-40-eastbound.html' title='I 40 Eastbound'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2994920660359037796</id><published>2012-01-04T19:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:33:19.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Mail Accounts &amp; Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Does an e-mail account every go away?  This is a question that I have in the days of forwarding e-mail from one account to another.  For example, I think my sister has 3 or 4 e-mail accounts. I think one is used for junk mail, one gets sent directly to the smartphone, and the third is probably forwarded to the account that is then sent directly to the smartphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I have an e-mail account, that they system does not recognize my userID.  The account still forwards e-mail to my new account, should this concern me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last night I sat down and wrote a few cards to put in the mail, the United States Postal Service system, for a change.  When I was in the 5th grade I went to church camp (one kid got left at camp when we left but that is a different story) I sent my mom a post card, because there was no phone.  I wonder if C&amp;amp;E will send much personal mail when they are adults, or if all communications will be electronic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I for one enjoy getting letters in the mail.  I think, wow they took the time to write me a note, and mail it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I do mean time, I can type about twice as fast, and 100 times neater than I write most of the time.  Which is one reason that I do not hand write my journal.  &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/26353536-2994920660359037796?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2994920660359037796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2994920660359037796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2994920660359037796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2994920660359037796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-mail-accounts-letters.html' title='E-Mail Accounts &amp; Letters'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5179746448636046907</id><published>2012-01-03T19:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:32:00.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rationalization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As human beings we have the ability to rationalize all manner of thoughts and beliefs.  There are many examples that anyone could rattle off at this point to make the case that humans can rationalize anything.  I will use a case I heard today.  An avid University of Oklahoma (OU) fan rationalized the Oklahoma State University's (OSU) win last night by saying the following;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Well you know it was not OSUs game to win, it was Stanford's game to lose and that is what happened.  Stamford lost.  Rather than celebrate the fact that a team from the individuals home state had one, the outcome was rationalized, because OU did not rank as high in the BCS polls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am guilty of rationalizing situations, outcomes, thoughts, and behaviors, all in an effort to come to grips with life itself.&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/26353536-5179746448636046907?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5179746448636046907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5179746448636046907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5179746448636046907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5179746448636046907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/rationalization.html' title='Rationalization'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-115604510346916057</id><published>2012-01-02T19:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:40:26.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Here We Are</title><content type='html'>As holidays go this New Years weekend was spent recovering from a cold and possible sinus infection.  Neither of which are very happy, joyful, or full of bliss.  I did' get to spend 4 days with the kids which was nice, and I did not have to work, also a plus.  I was greeted with blank stares when I ask my family what they wanted to do in 2012.  A little disappointing for the first family meal of the year, what more could I expect out of a 7 year old and a 4 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the electronics of the day, and the ease at which anyone can post a blog post, I have done an abysmal job in keeping my blog up to date.  A task that provides a brief period for reflection when I take the time to do it.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was getting a hair cut over Christmas Vacation, and I sat amazed watching all of those grey hairs falling onto the barbers apron that were coming from MY HEAD, when did this happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-115604510346916057?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/115604510346916057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=115604510346916057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/115604510346916057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/115604510346916057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-here-we-are.html' title='2012 Here We Are'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2316770740569588463</id><published>2011-04-24T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:27:25.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Observations 2011</title><content type='html'>Easter Sunday, a joyous occasion for Christians around the world.  This morning, when I was getting the ham ready for the world, the thought struck me that this would be unclean in the Jewish Law.  Having ham for lunch was not in their book, and their I was before church, rubbing my hands all over that spiral cut ham.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the 9:30 church service which was a little hard for me to explain to Cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap, "Are we going to early church?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "No, we are not going to early church, but we are going earlier than normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap, "The only time we go to early church is when I am singing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "That is correct, but we are not going to sunday school this morning just to church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap, "So we are going to Early Church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At church I saw some interesting things.  The guy setting next to me was checking his email on his blackberry, and I do not me just a glance, he was reading it.  There was a lady a couple of rows in front of me that had here Super Grande Starbuck coffee cup with her.  Last, but certainly not least, was the adult male (age between 24 and 35) that had a beard, was wearing a yellow shirt, and pruple shorts.  Well, just like me, at least they all came to church this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-2316770740569588463?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2316770740569588463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2316770740569588463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2316770740569588463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2316770740569588463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-observations-2011.html' title='Easter Observations 2011'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-678682449601826952</id><published>2011-04-23T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:50:54.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, April 23, Schedule</title><content type='html'>7:00 - Awoke&lt;br /&gt;7:05 - Put on Sandals&lt;br /&gt;7:10 - Washed fruit for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7:15 - Let Ella out of her room&lt;br /&gt;7:25 - Began mixing the homemade (from scratch) whole wheat waffle mix&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - Served Breakfast with Amy's help&lt;br /&gt;8:20 - Washing Dishes&lt;br /&gt;8:45 - Getting ready to head to soccer field.&lt;br /&gt;9:15 - Leaving for soccer fields, have water for everyone, 2 cameras, 4 chairs, 2 kids, 1 soccer play&lt;br /&gt;11:45 - Leaving soccer fields&lt;br /&gt;12:00 - Fire up grill upon arrival&lt;br /&gt;12:01 - Put Squash in Oven&lt;br /&gt;12:02 - Burgers on Grill&lt;br /&gt;12:30 - Run out of propane - burgers finished on the skillet&lt;br /&gt;12:55 - leaving with Cap to attend birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;1:15 - Arrive at party&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - leave party, heading home&lt;br /&gt;3:05 - Stop at Randall's to by a couple of things for Amy.&lt;br /&gt;3:25 - Arrive home, Ella is awake, and has not rested much.&lt;br /&gt;4: 25 - cutting up veggies for Shrimp fried rice&lt;br /&gt;5:34 - Serving Shrimp Fired Rice&lt;br /&gt;6:10 - Kids feed, kitchen cleaned, sit down to read book.&lt;br /&gt;7:10 - Help Ella and Cap with Shampoo in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - Story time&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - Leave for Store (need propane, dish soap and Tylenol.&lt;br /&gt;9:20 - Arrive at home&lt;br /&gt;9:45 - Help with the dishes&lt;br /&gt;Current Status - sitting on back porch, still wearing my sandals... ...I am tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-678682449601826952?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/678682449601826952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=678682449601826952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/678682449601826952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/678682449601826952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturday-april-23-schedule.html' title='Saturday, April 23, Schedule'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-6230680804386671103</id><published>2011-04-19T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:11:42.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in picture 4/18/11</title><content type='html'>A day in pictures from the BBC News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-13117243"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-13117243&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins with a couple of people leaving a music festival in California.  The ground is littered with empty water bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ends with a photo of a what appears to be a cherry tree in blossom sticking out of an overturned car in Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-6230680804386671103?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/6230680804386671103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=6230680804386671103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6230680804386671103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6230680804386671103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-in-picture-41811.html' title='A day in picture 4/18/11'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2836033660290304439</id><published>2011-04-16T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:46:15.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waffles</title><content type='html'>Tonight for supper the kids wanted Waffles, so Amy and I made them Waffles.  They were pretty good if I say so myself.  One of my favorite meals growing up on cold days was waffles, biscuits and gravy, or pancakes and an omelet for dinner on cold snowy nights.  Now that I am south of I-10, there is not much snow or many cold nights.  It was really Cap's idea to have them, and I probably would have said no, but Ella has a cold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella and I laid down in our bed today and watch Maisy, with english subtitles, and spanish voice.  It was nice, afterwards she went and had a nap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap had a soccer game, he has decided that his favorite position is goalie.  While he did not say it, I think it is because there is less running up and down the field while playing that position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-2836033660290304439?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2836033660290304439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2836033660290304439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2836033660290304439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2836033660290304439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/04/waffles.html' title='Waffles'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3105583997015533564</id><published>2011-04-10T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:16:20.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>German Chocolate Cake</title><content type='html'>I had a busy weekend in the kitchen, which was fine with me.  We only ate out once, on Sunday, after church.  I did determine that it takes less time to make Hamburger, Shrimp Fried Rice, and Grilled chicken, than baking a German Chocolate Cake from scratch.  Thats right boys and girls, eat your heart out because I can make one from scratch.  I also made some cinnamon raise bread this weekend, which was very tasty.  The kids are both in bed asleep, which is where I will be heading shortly.  McMurry University did name a new mascot, we are know the McMurry War Hawks.  If you ask me, I find this more offensive than the Indians, any day of the week and twice on sunday.  That is all that I have to report tonight, nothing too deep or thought provoking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3105583997015533564?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3105583997015533564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3105583997015533564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3105583997015533564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3105583997015533564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/04/german-chocolate-cake.html' title='German Chocolate Cake'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4178560077939582995</id><published>2011-04-10T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:10:56.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap Playing Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/5604079059/" title="Cap Playing Soccer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5224/5604079059_79db48c59b.jpg" alt="Cap Playing Soccer by Germburner" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/5604079059/"&gt;Cap Playing Soccer&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This weekend was the first game of the season. This year Cap is on the Rockets, and in this picture he is playing Goalie (a word that I don't know how to spell.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4178560077939582995?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4178560077939582995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4178560077939582995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4178560077939582995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4178560077939582995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/04/cap-playing-soccer.html' title='Cap Playing Soccer'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5224/5604079059_79db48c59b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4521047677078087191</id><published>2011-04-02T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:06:27.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Oreo Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>Tonight after we had the hamburgers, and potatoes that I cooked, we set off in search of desert.  An adventure it was not as we knew the destination before we left.  Sweet Things Ice Cream, where I had a single scoop of Strawberry Oreo, in a cup.  I prefer the cup as it does not make much of a mess.  The ice cream was really good, it was a combination of the fruity strawberry sweetness, and the deep chocolate sweetness that comes from the oreo's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4521047677078087191?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4521047677078087191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4521047677078087191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4521047677078087191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4521047677078087191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/04/strawberry-oreo-ice-cream.html' title='Strawberry Oreo Ice Cream'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2230366483718289968</id><published>2011-04-01T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:18:03.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No iPod</title><content type='html'>I have listened to my iPod going to sleep almost every night since October 28, 2008.  This is of course with a few exceptions.  This past week started off with a potential disaster in this respect.  I left town on a 5 day business trip, and realize as I was leaving town that my iPod was in plugged into the computer on the desk.  To go back and get it would have costed about 1 hours driving time, leaving me to have to make a decision.  I could go back and get the little boggier, or see what it was like without it.  On the plus side, I knew that I had packed the earbuds, so at the least I could put them in my ear to fake it.  I chose to risk it, and carried on my travels without the iPod.  I hit pay-dirt the first two nights because the hotel had cable music channels.  The last three nights, I used my computer and Pandora to play some music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the sleep, I use the iPod to listen to music or pod cast when I tire of the audiobook I am listening to.  I was forced to use the seek button and listen to the FM radio during these periods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-2230366483718289968?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2230366483718289968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2230366483718289968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2230366483718289968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2230366483718289968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-ipod.html' title='No iPod'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-6954917339580178464</id><published>2011-03-18T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:52:27.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>There are some songs that are instantly recognizable after only a few bars of music.  One of these songs for me is Scorpions &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wind_of_Change_(song)"&gt;Winds of Change&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The song was released in 1990, my high school days, and it is the only song I remember Scorpion releasing.  The song starts with the music being whistled, and then it goes into a ballad.  The song invokes a general memory of high school, no particular event, just the fun times we had in High School  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me there are many songs that invoke some memory.  For example, Soul Asylum's Runaway Train, takes me back to a camping trip I took with Terry, Steven, and Cory to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cimarron_Canyon_State_Park"&gt;Cimarron Canyon,&lt;/a&gt; New Mexico.  We camped in the Pondersoa camp ground for 6 days, then drove over to Red River and spent one night in a hotel before heading back.  The camping trip was the first one that we had taken without any parents.  We did not get into any trouble, and we did have a raccoon stalker at the camp site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two songs, Hammer Time (MC Hammer) and Vogue (Madonna), and to a lesser extend Barbra Ann, remind me of the first time I went to the state competition for drafting.  While not quite as manly as the state football playoffs, it was a lot of fun, almost like a 4 day school paid for vacation.  Those two songs were on MTV when we were staying at the "Value Inn" just off of I-35 on the north end of Waco, Texas.  It was also the first time I saw a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piggly_Wiggly"&gt;Piggly Wiggly&lt;/a&gt;.  I managed to go to state 4 straight years, and had a lot of fun.  Fortunately my Senior year, we upgraded to a better hotel, in a safer part of town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-6954917339580178464?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/6954917339580178464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=6954917339580178464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6954917339580178464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6954917339580178464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/03/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-1523645506524906348</id><published>2011-03-16T18:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:54:02.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Good Skier</title><content type='html'>After dinner Ella and I were playing around with the soccer ball in the back yard.  I would gently kick it to her, and she would throw it back.  Then she change to where she was going to hike it back to me like a football.  So I took up the ch allege of kicking it between her legs.  Which got me to thinking about snow skiing.  (I know that is the same as going from dot #1 to dot #35 on connect the dots.)  I managed to get pretty good at it as long as I was close.  My memory flashed back to lining up behind a skier in front of me, and sitting down, laying back on my skies, then shooting the moon.  This moment of reflect drove me to come to grips with the fact that I was a pretty good skier at one point in my life.  It was nothing for us to shoot down the face at &lt;a href="http://www.wolfcreekski.com/"&gt;Wolf Creek&lt;/a&gt;, hit the waterfall area, or take a chute that was no wider than our skies were long.  We managed to survive all of it.  Of the new inventions in the world, the one I would have enjoyed the most was an iPod.  It was really tiresome carrying a couple of tapes, and extra batteries along with everything else we carted on the mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-1523645506524906348?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/1523645506524906348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=1523645506524906348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1523645506524906348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1523645506524906348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/03/pretty-good-skier.html' title='Pretty Good Skier'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-1311344606626383385</id><published>2011-03-14T00:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:15:59.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Editor</title><content type='html'>Tnoght I glanced through several old posts, some from 2006, and some from 2010.  After reading those, I decided I needed an Editor to proofread my writing.  Any volunteers... ...no, I did not think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-1311344606626383385?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/1311344606626383385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=1311344606626383385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1311344606626383385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1311344606626383385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/03/editor.html' title='Editor'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2168673157338704470</id><published>2011-03-13T19:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:32:34.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Sink - Round Tile</title><content type='html'>Sinks, a device or fixture that is in almost every bathroom, and kitchen I have ever been in.  I have always associated sinks as a round object.  This is despite the fact that most sinks are not a circle, rather they are an oval, or even a square with rounded corners.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiles, are yet another item that are found in abundance in bathrooms and kitchens.  In my house they are also found in the entry, laundry room, and living room.   As a general rule all the tiles that I have seen have been square.  Some are big, and some are small.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening my "norm" was challenged by a restroom that had a square (straight corners and everything) sink, and round tiles.  Which brings up the age old question, "Why do we readily accept the 'norm' and are or can be put mentally off balance by the 'exceptions'?"  Our fast acceptance the norm will stifle creativity.  On occasion, my kids seem to drift off to a land that they have created in their head. They will sit there and happily play with this or that toy imagining it is part of a family, or a pirate, on a great adventure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have felt like I have lost my creativity, or at least not had much to write about.  I was listening to a podcast about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Onion, &lt;/span&gt; driving back from Beeville the other day.  One statement was made about their desire not to get stuck in the repetitive creativity loop.  A cycle that has the same set of jokes, or headlines.  The last several post I have made, seemed to be stuck in this "creativity loop".   A much deeper question:  Am I creative at all?  I think I have some degree of creativity, I am no &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Monet"&gt;Monet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.picasso.fr/us/picasso_page_index.php"&gt;Picasso&lt;/a&gt;, or Shake sphere.  The is mainly because I cannot really paint, nor write sonnets in old English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-2168673157338704470?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2168673157338704470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2168673157338704470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2168673157338704470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2168673157338704470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/03/square-sink-round-tile.html' title='Square Sink - Round Tile'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4025515425708204322</id><published>2011-03-08T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:43:50.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Pepper on Fat Tuesday</title><content type='html'>As the season of Lent is upon us, it is time to reflect upon our lives.  This year I will be giving up Dr. Pepper, so I celebrated today with the equivalent of the old "Big Gulp.". Which in todays over the counter soft drink standard is more like a medium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4025515425708204322?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4025515425708204322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4025515425708204322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4025515425708204322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4025515425708204322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/03/dr-pepper-on-fat-tuesday.html' title='Dr. Pepper on Fat Tuesday'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5128814738049140129</id><published>2011-03-05T21:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:45:54.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Foodorama</title><content type='html'>I read an article once upon a time in Newsweek about a "Weblog" or blog for short.  I found the entire concept interesting, and that is probably one of the reasons I started keeping a blog.  We have many different outlets for getting information delivered to other people, the blog, a tweet (I do not do this), facebook, a newspaper (which still exists today), and the favorite Television.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A television news show can take an 8 hour intellectually stimulating debate and boil it down, like a distillery, into two 30 second sound bites.  Neither of which, is much like the overall tone of the debate or argument.  These news bits seem to feed the American Public, as opposed to going out and reading information on your own.  We allow others to help us formulate our opinions.  If you do not believe that, look at all of the news shows, in which the reports give their commentary, or thoughts on a situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading the news last night, looking for information on the proposal to cut public radio funding.  I came across a blog about the presidents food, and dinning experiences.  Which is interesting on several fronts.  First, the fact that people are interested in what the president is eating, or his latest dinning experience.  While his may be a little more extravagant, a Bourbon marinated pork chop cooked in my kitchen, is similar to a Bourbon marinated pork chop cooked in the presidents kitchen.  Well there is one small difference, my pork chop, did not have to go through security.  I am thinking about starting J's food blog, how is this for a title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Big J and His Food&lt;br /&gt;A Look at the Cooking and Eating Habits of an Aspiring Home Chief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Presidents blog is put together, by a paid staffer, with more abundant resources and time to complete the assignment.  Big J's has limited time resources, and will not be as "professional" in its appearance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://obamafoodorama.blogspot.com/"&gt;See the Obama Food Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5128814738049140129?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5128814738049140129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5128814738049140129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5128814738049140129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5128814738049140129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/03/obama-foodorama.html' title='Obama Foodorama'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7461704112286740981</id><published>2011-03-04T21:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:50:29.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fritos</title><content type='html'>I am currently having a bit of a crisis.  I cannot find the Sony Reader, which I have managed to misplace.  It is a great little device, that I need to find, so that I can finish the book that I was reading.  The other crisis, is that I do not have any chips to eat.  (Perhaps the term crisis is a bit strong.)  It is still an issue, as I like to eat my chips and hot sauce about this time in the evening, and since it is a Friday, one of my 7 favorite days of the week, I was going to have a tasty beverage with my chips.  They complement each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lent is coming up and I have not decided quite what I will be giving up.  I think this year I might fall back on the Dr. Pepper, as I have gotten in the habit of drinking more of them that I used to.  This has help the Levis Strauss company, as I have expanded my wardrobe, not just in number, but in size.  Besides Dr. Pepper, I might give up the stinky chips aka Chile Cheese Frito's.  I have not decided.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My air conditioner is running, it is 9:48 pm, in the first week of march and it is running.  The heat is coming and will be here before I know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7461704112286740981?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7461704112286740981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7461704112286740981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7461704112286740981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7461704112286740981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/03/fritos.html' title='Fritos'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2963571875277862984</id><published>2011-03-03T22:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:14:14.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog</title><content type='html'>Driving through the fog is always fun.  I did it for about 1 1/4 hour this morning.  Driving though the fog, is like driving through an new universe.  Much like the first time you drive some where in the dark, but with the fog, it could be the 345 time, and still, it is like a new universe.  The fog shrouds the world around the car as we are driving.   There is a difference between walking in the fog and driving in the fog.  Most fog is not super dense, and difficult to walk in.  When one takes the same density fog, and you are now going 60 mph, it seems much denser.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life is sometimes, like driving in the fog.  One can never be quite sure the direction they are going.  As the fog shrouds the surroundings, so does the hectic life we lead.  Busy doing this, that, or the other, and we miss our turn.  So busy that we do not see the beauty in the people around us, or we are to concerned with our own destination, that we miss a yield sign at life.  When we do those things, we allow the beautiful things of life, pass before us.  Life is Beautiful, if you ever take time to stop and gaze at the beauty.  You will also miss the miracles of life, and by miracle, I do not mean the 1980 USA Hockey team, or the fact that the Red Soxs have actually won a few world series;s.  The miracle of life, is that God can take us, create us, and love us, for who we are.  He does not love us for what we have done, what we are going to do, or what we plan on doing.  He just LOvES us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-2963571875277862984?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2963571875277862984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2963571875277862984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2963571875277862984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2963571875277862984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/03/fog.html' title='Fog'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5743292992134837487</id><published>2011-03-02T20:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:51:17.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Fish -</title><content type='html'>When I arrived at the Castle (chateau, manor, abode, or whatever you chose to call you home) A,C,E, AKA ace, were sitting down to play go fish.  I joined them, and using my super powers learned while playing 42, and paying attention to who was asking for what I pulled down 8 pairs.   I was pretty excited by this, last time I played, I manged to squeak out 5 pairs.  I am thinking, "I bet them!!!".  (This is an illustration of my competitive streak, playing my wife, and kids who are in K and Pre School.)  So we count up the number of pairs, and I am tied with C, who also has 8.  My bubble was burst, I though, we could squeeze in one more game.  In the second game it was a 4 way tie, because everyone got 6 pairs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I have decided that I might not be the mastermind of Go Fish.  The blackberry has taught me I am not the mastermind of "Texas hold'em".  I went all in on a Q high straight, the guy sitting next to me had an A high straight.  Down the drain when my play money.  As night falls here I realize that I will have to practice more with the cards, and the poker.  There is nothing like family fun night with Go Fish, Trouble, or even Chutes and Ladders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5743292992134837487?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5743292992134837487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5743292992134837487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5743292992134837487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5743292992134837487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-fish.html' title='Go Fish -'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3428556814214723294</id><published>2011-02-28T19:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:09:31.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Descisions</title><content type='html'>Decisions are made all the time.  Today, I made many decisions, most were small, with little impact, like waking up on time.  (Always a good decision in my book.)  I made decisions about what I was going to where, items at work were decided upon, and action taken.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if i was three, one of the biggest decisions of the day would be, what Pajama's I was going to select for sleeping in.  Next to that decision, a three year old would be selecting which stories their parents would read, while they played, and appeared to pay marginal attention to.  To be three again, it sounds pretty inviting, until you realize, you don't get to decide much after all.  Wake up when you are woken up, and go to sleep when your parents tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed at work that last night were the Oscar's.  This information was passed to me, down the hall and through my door, in the form of a conversation down the hall.  Had those two individuals not been talking about it, the entire event might have gone without me noticing.  I am sure there were great movies made this past year, I for one, have chosen reading, and writing as a more creative way to spend my time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read a book, you engage your mind.  When you engage your mind, you think.  When you think, you gain wisdom.  When you watch a movie, you munch on popcorn.  When you munch on popcorn, you drink a soft drink.  When you drink a soft drink, you have to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you choose WISDOM, or the bathroom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3428556814214723294?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3428556814214723294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3428556814214723294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3428556814214723294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3428556814214723294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/02/descisions.html' title='Descisions'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-8855231395176809947</id><published>2011-02-25T18:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:46:42.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Legos</title><content type='html'>Legos are awesome I want to get that out of the way first.  Legos are a toy that can be played with if you are 3 or 33, I should know, I still play with them.  Legos were designed in Europe in the 1940's and have been a favorite of builders with small hands for many years.  Cap, Ella, and I have built everything from a space ship, to a boat.  All it takes are a few blocks, an idea and a little imagination.  Our favorite things to build are planes, cars, and space ships.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though that I would have more to say about legos, but I do not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-8855231395176809947?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/8855231395176809947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=8855231395176809947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8855231395176809947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8855231395176809947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/02/legos.html' title='Legos'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5890721999730174096</id><published>2011-02-15T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:36:00.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Meetings</title><content type='html'>Todays Schedule&lt;br /&gt;7;30 to 8:00 - Meeting to review alerts.&lt;br /&gt;8:00 to 9:30 - Staff Meeting&lt;br /&gt;9:00 - 11:00 - Conference Call&lt;br /&gt;11:00 - 11:30 - Presentation to procurement.&lt;br /&gt;1:00 - 2:00 - Incident Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did you spend your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5890721999730174096?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5890721999730174096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5890721999730174096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5890721999730174096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5890721999730174096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-of-meetings.html' title='Day of Meetings'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-1868822553932103737</id><published>2011-02-14T19:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:04:29.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Cee Low Green</title><content type='html'>Last night I wanted to see what the music scene was like, by watching the Grammy's.  Normally I tend to avoid award shows, because most of it is just pomp.  I managed to watch 10 minutes of the show.  Keith Urban, Norah Jones, and some other guy, sang "Jollie".  Then they gave the award for best song of the year.  Of the seven nominees, I had heard only one of the songs.  It was at that point I realized (a) watching was a waste of my time (b) I rarely listen to pop music (unless you count Beethoven), (c) I am out of touch with today's music.  So, who is Cee Low Green, and what kind of name is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should do some reading on the Oscar nominees, to increase my pop knowledge.  However, I think I will just read a book instead, and engage my mind!  Any activity more American's should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-1868822553932103737?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/1868822553932103737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=1868822553932103737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1868822553932103737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1868822553932103737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-is-cee-low-green.html' title='Who is Cee Low Green'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7653501287299235376</id><published>2011-02-13T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:08:40.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Confrontation</title><content type='html'>Today as Cap and I were leaving church, I heard the high school kid cry out B.S. (The entire words), several times; six to be exact.  He was upset because he did not call "shot gun" first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, I decided that I should talk to the boys, and I gave them a little lecture about language.  I hope they will think more when they are talking but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the 6th grade we were playing Romans and Christians outside of the church at youth.  One of the older kids, was running around the corner when he slipped.  I heard a loud  F@#*! Come out of his mouth.  I always felt let down by that.  I never will forget the experience, it was the first curse word I ever heard at the church.  Unfortunately, it was not the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7653501287299235376?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7653501287299235376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7653501287299235376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7653501287299235376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7653501287299235376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2011/02/confrontation.html' title='The Confrontation'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-6892845629137106323</id><published>2010-12-28T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:37:27.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantitative Easing Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PTUY16CkS-k?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-6892845629137106323?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/6892845629137106323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=6892845629137106323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6892845629137106323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6892845629137106323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/12/quantitative-easing-explained.html' title='Quantitative Easing Explained'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PTUY16CkS-k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3299024666075160193</id><published>2010-10-10T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T08:08:06.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>October is well in swing and last weekend, Cap and I went to Lowes last saturday.  When we walked in Cap saw the halloween decoration, and then the Christmas decorations.  So you can purchase you ghost decorations, and hang them off of Rudolph's antlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the Pumpkin Patch, which is much more than just a patch.  It had a play fort, pedal carts, a dinning hall, a couple of fields if christmas trees.  It did have a pumpkin patch, and to quote the hay ride tractor driver, "The Jack-o-latern pumpkins were brought in from a different vendor this year.". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a good time as we searched for the Patman Family Pumpkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3299024666075160193?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3299024666075160193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3299024666075160193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3299024666075160193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3299024666075160193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-1726347607677987200</id><published>2010-10-02T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:38:22.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy Water</title><content type='html'>The other day I was at the Library and discovered that not only do they have audio books on CD, and you can Check out, but they also have music.  I was going through the stacks of music, and found two CDs.  The first, was a critically acclaimed Miles Davis Jazz CD.  The second, was Muddy Waters, Greatest Hits.  I have listed to both albums and I have to say, that the Jazz that Miles Davis puts on reminds me of trying to get out of a corn maze.  The music will be clicking along at a stead rythm and notes, then all of a sudden, wham, you hit the dead end of the maze, and the music goes haywire.  The rythm changes, and the notes, cords and melody take a U turn, and throw the listener for a loop.  Jazz...  the music that sounds like abstract art at times, and Paublo Picaso at others.  The Muddy Water CD was what I was looking for, a more John Lee Hooker sound of Blues.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back today and picked up Wynton Marsalis, and a classical violin CD, and another audio book.  THe book is written by Karl Haasien, and I have several other audio books by him.  This past week I listened to Airframe by Michael Crition, and it was great.  An 11 hour read and I listened to it in about 5 days, of course I put on around 600 miles of travel with work.  At this point with as much driving as I do, purcahsing audio books each is getting uneconomical to say the least.  That and the pool vehicles that I get, all have CD players, which my old company truck did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I did an experiment today to see if I could use all 5 lbs of flour in a new bag in one day, and I succeded.  We started out the morning with homemade biscuits (2 cups), then started with the bread (8 cups), I should mention that the bread machine was not used, then we made some blueberry schones (2 cups), and lastly pizza dough (3 cups).  Needless to say we ate well, and I spent a lot of time in the kitchen, cooking and talking to the kids about cooking.  Ella help me top the pizzas, and cap helped with the scones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-1726347607677987200?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/1726347607677987200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=1726347607677987200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1726347607677987200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1726347607677987200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/10/muddy-water.html' title='Muddy Water'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7871711710261964474</id><published>2010-09-25T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:26:07.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Bread</title><content type='html'>I did it, all by myself, if you are wondering "what" it is, the homemade bread.  This is without the use of the bread machine.  It was an interesting process, kind of fun, and not at all as bad as I thought it would be.  This does not mean that you will soon see "J's Cafe, your home for coffee and breads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bit of exciting news, while it is still hot outside, I do not feel like I am "MELTING" the second that I walk outside.  Football is back on TV, and it does not look like the Astro's or the Red Sox's are not going to be going to the playoffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7871711710261964474?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7871711710261964474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7871711710261964474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7871711710261964474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7871711710261964474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/09/homemade-bread.html' title='Homemade Bread'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5195497702512540409</id><published>2010-09-07T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:19:59.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Read</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, particularly when after I started High School, my grandmother always ask me what I was reading.  My normal response what nothing, or what ever I had to read in school.  She always had a book or to that she was reading, and help get me to read the "Hank the Cowdog" books when I was a kid.  (My parents or mom help along those lines as well.). It was not until I was out of college that I finally discovered the enjoyment in reading.  This can be correlated with the end of required reading, or that I had time in the evenings to read.  Tonight Cap, with a little help, read "Going to the Firehouse" by Mercer Mayer.  I hate to boast, but this makes me proud, particular since he wanted to read it.  &lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I was listening to a MLK speech on the forming of a new nation (when Guine became independent) in his speech the he stressed on the importance of education, and the first step, was learning to read.  So here at our house we do lots of reading to the kids, as they learn how to read, how to write, and how to be kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5195497702512540409?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5195497702512540409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5195497702512540409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5195497702512540409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5195497702512540409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/09/learning-to-read.html' title='Learning to Read'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-6508058475209243640</id><published>2010-09-02T21:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:14:43.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap Self Portrait 8-29-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4953083174/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4109/4953083174_9b25dea04f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4953083174/"&gt;Cap Self Portrait 8-29-10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Say Cheese&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-6508058475209243640?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/6508058475209243640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=6508058475209243640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6508058475209243640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6508058475209243640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/09/cap-self-portrait-8-29-10.html' title='Cap Self Portrait 8-29-10'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4109/4953083174_9b25dea04f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3328823259610529602</id><published>2010-09-02T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:14:00.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella Self Portrait 8-29-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4953082848/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4953082848_9785957a45_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4953082848/"&gt;Ella Self Portrait 8-29-10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Need I say more...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3328823259610529602?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3328823259610529602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3328823259610529602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3328823259610529602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3328823259610529602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/09/ella-self-portrait-8-29-10.html' title='Ella Self Portrait 8-29-10'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4953082848_9785957a45_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7948935576657905660</id><published>2010-09-02T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:13:07.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Mobile Pirates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4952490867/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4090/4952490867_f42276384c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4952490867/"&gt;Play Mobile Pirates &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The great thing about toys is that you can use your imagination.  We were playing with the Play Mobile toys the other day, and Santa ended up being the skipper of the Pirate Ship.  It makes Ho, Thar, and Ho! Ho! Ho! fit together.  On a side note, Ella calls all of the figure people "Bad Guys" from the pirates, to santa, to the Explorer that is in the back of the picture.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7948935576657905660?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7948935576657905660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7948935576657905660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7948935576657905660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7948935576657905660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/09/play-mobile-pirates.html' title='Play Mobile Pirates'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4090/4952490867_f42276384c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3692054365781588158</id><published>2010-08-26T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:21:43.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes From My Day 8-26-10</title><content type='html'>Today I went into a CVS pharmacy in Lafayette, Louisiana. Behind the cash register they had 3 sections of merchandise in this order.  First there was the Patron, and other hard liquor.  Next to the adult beverages was the and I quote the sign "Quit Smoking Zone".  An area with a variety of aids to help stop the smoking.  Next to that section was the cigarettes, there was not space whatsoever between them.  I would think that if they were interested in helping people kick the habit, they would not be selling the cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other item I notice is that you can purchase a Whataburger gift card now.  It makes the perfect card to give to that co-worker that you just cannot tolerate.  Buy one today, and save it for the dreadful white elephant gift christmas party this year.  That's right, a Whataburger gift card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is not enough there was a teenage girl that came into the whataburger wearing ballet slippers, lime green pants, a yellow shirt, and a knitted winter hat that looked like a puppy dog.  I should point out that it is 93 F outside and sunny.  If it was 32 cloudy with snow I could understand the hat.  No matter what the temperature the lime green pants just don't work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3692054365781588158?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3692054365781588158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3692054365781588158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3692054365781588158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3692054365781588158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/scenes-from-my-day-8-26-10.html' title='Scenes From My Day 8-26-10'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4505698713681477677</id><published>2010-08-23T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:53:34.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ozark Big Ear Bat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4922335980/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4922335980_01678b6c30_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4922335980/"&gt;Cap's first day of school&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was Cap's first day of kindergarten.  It was an exciting day, and cap wore a shirt that was educational.  It had the picture and name of the Ozark Big Ear Bat.  Of course he was also sporting a backpack with "Cap" stitched in the back.  I find it hard to believe that he is in kindergarten.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4505698713681477677?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4505698713681477677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4505698713681477677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4505698713681477677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4505698713681477677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/ozark-big-ear-bat.html' title='Ozark Big Ear Bat'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4922335980_01678b6c30_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-1068543968283547183</id><published>2010-08-23T21:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:32:18.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4918268626/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4918268626_5fb7b9ece2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4918268626/"&gt;8-22-10 Photos 004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday I attempted something that I had never done, and only read about.  I made Pizza from scratch, that's right.  I planted a little wheat, ground up the flout, well maybe not that much from scratch.  I started with Salt, Yeast, and flour, and the breadmachine.  It worked out okay for my first attempt.  While I was cooking I did a little reading and learned a few things that might help.  Of course, this means investing in more Cooking equipment.  Do you think the neighbors will mind a brick oven in the back yard?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-1068543968283547183?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/1068543968283547183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=1068543968283547183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1068543968283547183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1068543968283547183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/homemade-pizza.html' title='Homemade Pizza'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4918268626_5fb7b9ece2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2317790337317156786</id><published>2010-08-21T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:58:56.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumber Yard Shopping List</title><content type='html'>8-21-10&lt;br /&gt;* Assorted Zipties&lt;br /&gt;* Hanger for Ella's hide-a-way&lt;br /&gt;* New trash can, Old one is trashed, or thrashed might be a better description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-2317790337317156786?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2317790337317156786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2317790337317156786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2317790337317156786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2317790337317156786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/lumber-yard-shopping-list.html' title='Lumber Yard Shopping List'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7735301911306057192</id><published>2010-08-20T19:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:09:21.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4911848852/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4911848852_96d7a9f5a3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4911848852/"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7735301911306057192?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7735301911306057192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7735301911306057192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7735301911306057192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7735301911306057192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4911848852_96d7a9f5a3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7016666985996070029</id><published>2010-08-17T21:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:03:51.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August 17</title><content type='html'>Captains Log:  Star date... Oh wait, I am not a captain, just another human being.  I have had a touch of writers block, I tried to write last night but lost interest when I fell asleep.  Mr. C is now 6, and as birthdays go he had a good one.  We traversed the city to go to Galveston, and played on the beach.  The kids had fun, along with Stuart, Honey &amp; Bear.  The Jellyfish were out, although I did not see any there were some possible bite victims.  I did find a couple of Hermit crabs, who up until I pulled them out of the water, were living the good life.  Then all of a sudden, they get jerked out of water and it is a shock to their system.  It was really hot there yesterday, and on the drive home we were hammered by a rainstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am not Captain Krik (and let me tell you that is a good thing.  I was watching espn classic a while back and he was on some celebrity bowling show.  It was quite funny), sometimes I feel like I am going where no one has been before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7016666985996070029?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7016666985996070029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7016666985996070029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7016666985996070029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7016666985996070029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-17.html' title='August 17'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4156554825181620442</id><published>2010-08-11T19:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:18:31.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4883926058/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4883926058_4cb422a499_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4883926058/"&gt;Ella no cake!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a picture of Ella in the kitchen after she and Cap watched amy working on the birthday cakes.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4156554825181620442?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4156554825181620442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4156554825181620442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4156554825181620442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4156554825181620442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/ella.html' title='Ella'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4883926058_4cb422a499_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5942018123543876005</id><published>2010-08-08T12:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:35:36.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Willie's Icehouse</title><content type='html'>Today after church we went to eat at a joint called "Willie's Icehouse". It looked like a place that had character, and we had never eaten there. While they do make a decent Bacon Cheese Burger ($7.95) and a great grill cheese sandwich according to cap, they do have some quirks. I guess one could say that it had character, as that is a word with a broad definition. So here it is, they have a counter that you order at, no problem. The signs getting you to the counter are Less Than adequate(LTA). So if I did a taproot investigation, I would say that the human engineering was LTA. When you get to the counter your order and some kid making minimum wage writes your order down, then hands you the ticket. By ticket, I mean the slip of paper that the guy in the kitchen gets. The kid then tells me to take it to the table and the waiter will take care of it. Keep in mind that I did not even pay. When the waiter shows up, he re-reads the order (I guess to make sure the first kid did not make a mistake, which they had) then takes the ticket to the kitchen. Willie's is a new looking place that by design is striving for that old look. Much like stone washed jeans when they were in their prime. If you want character, and good food, my recommendation is Red's, AKA Sandy's, AKA Shannon's. It is a place in Borger that does not have to work hard to look old, because it has been there since my uncle was in high school (it was Red's at that time). You can go into the smoke filled restaurant, order a tea and bacon cheese burger and get out with a $6.00 bill (including tip). In the event you are feeling saucy, you can play a Clarance Carter Song hit on the Juke box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Willie's have character, well they have characters in their name if that counts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5942018123543876005?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5942018123543876005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5942018123543876005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5942018123543876005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5942018123543876005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/willies-icehouse.html' title='Willie&apos;s Icehouse'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5585201773293673257</id><published>2010-08-06T21:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:46:40.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MKT - "The Katy"</title><content type='html'>Now that I reside in a town named Katy, it is time to explore how it got this name. It was named not for a person, like Clovis (named after King Clovis) rather, this town was given the actual Railroad's nickname. The Missouri-Kansas-Texas line was nicknamed "K-T Railroad." It has a bit of a colorful history, including a stunt crash at a location in Texas that later became "Crush" Texas. There is a great blues song titled "She Caught the Katy" and it took me a few years to finally spend the time to research what the song was about. I was thinking, okay was the KT some sort of disease, because the singer's theme is that his partner catches the KT and leaves him. Once you fill in that the KT is a railroad, and that is why she leaves him a mule to ride, the song makes more sense. The song is part of the SNL spin off movie "The Blues Brothers" which is (I am kind of ashamed to say it) a great movie with lots of wonderful quotes. Certainly not a show to watch with the kids, but it is priceless when they have a high speed chase through the Toys R Us and mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/TFzIujJFvaI/AAAAAAAAASo/P6Vwl8ViMiQ/s1600/800px-Missouri_Kansas_Texas_locomotive_142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/TFzIujJFvaI/AAAAAAAAASo/P6Vwl8ViMiQ/s320/800px-Missouri_Kansas_Texas_locomotive_142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502493546772807074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5585201773293673257?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5585201773293673257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5585201773293673257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5585201773293673257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5585201773293673257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/mkt-katy.html' title='MKT - &quot;The Katy&quot;'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/TFzIujJFvaI/AAAAAAAAASo/P6Vwl8ViMiQ/s72-c/800px-Missouri_Kansas_Texas_locomotive_142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-8959448650056176152</id><published>2010-08-05T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:30:48.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth Who</title><content type='html'>Today is Ella's Birthday, she has turned 3, and it only took 3 years.  She was excited to see me tonight, we met at the Chick-Fillet because they have an indoor playground.  In addition I really like their food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maize is hungry, she is sitting on the couch winning at me so that I will go feed her.  It is certainly on the list for this evening, along with crawling into bed.  I can't seem to get my pillows configured correctly, so I have been tossing about at night.  I am ready for tomorrow evening, because it will be the start of two blissful without work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tropical storm colin, which ceased being a tropical storm a few days ago, so my question is: should this be call Colin II, or just Junior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-8959448650056176152?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/8959448650056176152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=8959448650056176152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8959448650056176152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8959448650056176152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/elizabeth-who.html' title='Elizabeth Who'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5272420531117651180</id><published>2010-08-04T19:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:29:10.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2920 Days</title><content type='html'>Today is Amy's cousins' wedding anniversary.  They were married 8 years ago today.  It is currently the only anniversary of amy's 10 cousins' anniversary that I know.  In all likely hood it will be the only one, I will be able to tell you off the top of my head.  In the event you are wondering why I can remember this, I will tell you.  It is very simple, they were married the day after we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eight years, 2920 days, 2 kids, 1 dog, 2 house, 3 kitchens later we celebrated our anniversary yesterday.  It was fun, went out to eat without the kids (they were under direction of a babysitter) then we hit the Target.  While dinner was romantic, the trip to Target was functional, I guess that is what happens after 2920 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, the Beatles sing about, Shakespeare writes about it, poets rhyme passages of words about it, and Hollywood (we Hollywood shows it, misrepresents it, makes fun or it) but we, we get to live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5272420531117651180?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5272420531117651180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5272420531117651180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5272420531117651180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5272420531117651180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/08/2920-hours.html' title='2920 Days'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3995507953924324889</id><published>2010-07-25T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:24:42.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Kayak Roll</title><content type='html'>Well I want to start of with a little something on my trip to Northern Louisiana last week.  When you go to Louisiana, their specialty it seafood / cajun food, not Mexican food.  I did eat at a Mexican food joint last week, it was okay, but it was not like an Emerald "BAM!" Type of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we headed for the hill country,which is one of my favorite parts of Texas.  We had the Strebeck summer Family Celebration, which was fun.  This leads me to the kayak, I had never been in one so I tried it out.  Fist in a two man boat with ella, which went well.  Then I decided (Ella did help make the decision when she went of crying for "mom") that I would try a single person.  I managed to roll ot over about 6 inches after being push off from shore.  I was proud of my new sandals, the functioned well when wet.  Our clan had a great time there, one odd thing, we stayed in a hotel that had a tile floor in the room.  It caused me to have a little anxiety.  On a positive note, our kids did not crash on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we stopped at my cousin Tina's and had lunch in San Antonio, which was a lot of fun.  Got to meet Teddy, and have a nice chat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get stuck in traffic 60 miles for houston, so I bailed off the interstate and hit some of the back roads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3995507953924324889?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3995507953924324889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3995507953924324889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3995507953924324889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3995507953924324889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/kayak-roll_25.html' title='The  Kayak Roll'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5174912924746251280</id><published>2010-07-25T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:24:39.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Kayak Roll</title><content type='html'>Well I want to start of with a little something on my trip to Northern Louisiana last week.  When you go to Louisiana, their specialty it seafood / cajun food, not Mexican food.  I did eat at a Mexican food joint last week, it was okay, but it was not like an Emerald "BAM!" Type of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we headed for the hill country,which is one of my favorite parts of Texas.  We had the Strebeck summer Family Celebration, which was fun.  This leads me to the kayak, I had never been in one so I tried it out.  Fist in a two man boat with ella, which went well.  Then I decided (Ella did help make the decision when she went of crying for "mom") that I would try a single person.  I managed to roll ot over about 6 inches after being push off from shore.  I was proud of my new sandals, the functioned well when wet.  Our clan had a great time there, one odd thing, we stayed in a hotel that had a tile floor in the room.  It caused me to have a little anxiety.  On a positive note, our kids did not crash on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we stopped at my cousin Tina's and had lunch in San Antonio, which was a lot of fun.  Got to meet Teddy, and have a nice chat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get stuck in traffic 60 miles for houston, so I bailed off the interstate and hit some of the back roads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5174912924746251280?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5174912924746251280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5174912924746251280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5174912924746251280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5174912924746251280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/kayak-roll.html' title='The  Kayak Roll'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-8560823483683042468</id><published>2010-07-17T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:17:54.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Early Bird Gets the Table</title><content type='html'>Today was a summer saturday at home, which as usual, involved a trip to the swimming pool.  Today we made it to the pool 8 minutes after it opened (10:08 AM).  I finally understand how long it take to get two kids in their bathing suits, sunscreen, pool toys, snacks, towels, and water gathered up.  We managed to get a table with a shade on it, and had the pool pretty much to ourselves for the first 30 minutes.  Then other folks showed up, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I grilled some steaks, shrimp, and veggies, and made some whole wheat bread in the bread machine.  The bread tasted very, very healthy, so I need a little more practice with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-8560823483683042468?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/8560823483683042468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=8560823483683042468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8560823483683042468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8560823483683042468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/early-bird-gets-table.html' title='The Early Bird Gets the Table'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4784133069089505707</id><published>2010-07-15T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:42:43.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels</title><content type='html'>Here is a brief recount of my recent travels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houma, LA - July 7-9th&lt;br /&gt;I had Cajun food, and stayed at the Fairfield Inn.  To be honest it was not what I expected, a little run down, and my room had a de-humidifier.  That's right, something that sounded like a diesel engine in my room that removed humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston - 1 Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abilene, TX - July 10th-11th&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Alana's had a great time with them as well as Ryan &amp; Amberly.  Went to Ryan's church, which I could not remember ever seeing when I lived there.  In addition to that, I had the best ribs I have ever had in my life, Doug cooked them for the birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston - 2 Nights (Yippee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editorial Note:  I drove 300 + miles 3 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Station - July 13-14&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at the Holiday Inn Express. I Went to a place called wings and more, and we were all surprised that they actually made a few things that weren't fried.  I also had a great pork chop at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeville - July 15&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Inn Express I know what you are thinking, "Where is Beeville?". Well it is in Bee county.  Not much to report, did not have a local guide for dinner last night, so I headed to Chillis, one them about that place is consistency.  No matter if you are in the houston airport, Amarillo, Tx, or Lincoln Nebraska, the food tastes about the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4784133069089505707?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4784133069089505707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4784133069089505707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4784133069089505707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4784133069089505707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/travels.html' title='Travels'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7723041000573652028</id><published>2010-07-10T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:15:23.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog Legs</title><content type='html'>I made an important discovery this past week in Louisiana.  I knew they.ate alligator meat, crawfish, and budan, but I did not realize that they ate frog legs.  Keep in mind, that I grew up in a place where a wet year was 23 inches of rain.  Our fish were freshwater, and we ate a lot of beef and corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog legs were deep fried (this fits in with southern belief that if it is good, then it is better fried) were good a little on the chewy side.  I am a texture person, some people are hung up with color, but texture is important to me.  It could taste really good, but if the texture is off, then it does not do it for me.  All that said, the chewy texture eliminated the good taste of the frog legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7723041000573652028?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7723041000573652028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7723041000573652028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7723041000573652028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7723041000573652028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/frog-legs.html' title='Frog Legs'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3693520797812783968</id><published>2010-07-05T20:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:30:00.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap at pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4766263242/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4116/4766263242_ccc7a67a5b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4766263242/"&gt;Cap at pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You guessed it, here is "Cool Cap" at the pool.  We did some snorkeling in the pool, which Cap thought was great.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3693520797812783968?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3693520797812783968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3693520797812783968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3693520797812783968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3693520797812783968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/cap-at-pool.html' title='Cap at pool'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4116/4766263242_ccc7a67a5b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-6003129508723469651</id><published>2010-07-05T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:32:59.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella at pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4765628319/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4765628319_494a8b350e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4765628319/"&gt;Ella at pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While not the best quality photo, I think the subject makes up for it. I ran off and left the camera at the house. I almost got the photo taken, uploaded to flickr, and blogged on my "Smart phone." I made it all the way to getting it blogged before I was shut down, still it is pretty amazing. (Needless to say, we went swimming this morning.)&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-6003129508723469651?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/6003129508723469651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=6003129508723469651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6003129508723469651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6003129508723469651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/ella-at-pool.html' title='Ella at pool'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4765628319_494a8b350e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2229146435985805043</id><published>2010-07-05T08:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:42:47.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th 2010 Family Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4763334065/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4763334065_23eab72d5e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4763334065/"&gt;July 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2010 Family Photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Germburner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is our family photo on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. Later it sounded like my neighborhood was under &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;siege&lt;/span&gt;, but it was only the fire works that went into the wee hours of the night. We are truly blessed to live in a country with some many freedoms, like religion, speech, and even to publish stuff on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-2229146435985805043?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2229146435985805043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2229146435985805043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2229146435985805043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2229146435985805043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-4th-2010-family-photo.html' title='July 4th 2010 Family Photo'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4763334065_23eab72d5e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3099717665343770849</id><published>2010-07-05T08:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:39:47.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/TDHd7K8eJmI/AAAAAAAAASg/OS9sgGj94Gs/s1600/absolutesocks_2112_54024882.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490413429361354338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/TDHd7K8eJmI/AAAAAAAAASg/OS9sgGj94Gs/s320/absolutesocks_2112_54024882.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to church, then went to the Texas Roadhouse for lunch. While we were there I noticed a couple of the waitresses wearing miss matched socks. I asked Amy if they knew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; socks did not match, and she said that they did. Evidently that is a fashion statement, as opposed to a political statement. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminds&lt;/span&gt; my of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; book that Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lucado&lt;/span&gt; wrote titled, &lt;em&gt;If I Only had a Green Nose,&lt;/em&gt; which is a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; book no matter how old your are. This sock thing is a fad just like the bell bottoms of the 70's and late 90's as they made a resurgence.   Clothing fashion is such a strange concept, how things that look good today, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; will laugh at when they are my age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few interesting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tib&lt;/span&gt; bits from the news.  A hot dog eating champ was arrested for trying to crash Nathan's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hotdog&lt;/span&gt; eating contests.  (&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_hot_dog_contest"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;)  You have got to be kidding me, I mean really, there is much more news worthy stories out there.  On a second level, a contest to see who can eat the most hot dogs.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is something you do as kids, with hot dogs, pizza, or Cream Puffs.  (I would like to mention that I hold the family record for the most cream puffs eaten at 3.  I must clarify that these were the "BIG" ones, not the little ones).  Only in America, will we have a contest to see who can eat the most hot dogs.  It does not stop there... ...in Amarillo, Texas, there is a steakhouse that will cook you a 72 oz steak for free, &lt;em&gt;if eaten in 1 hour along with the sides, while sitting in front of the entire &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all the soccer fans out there, the following link will take you to a video of a couple of announcers, announcing a goal in the world cup.  I have always said that it is funner listening to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; announcers while watching, and this is even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.sports.yahoo.com/soccer/world-cup/blog/dirty-tackle/post/Spanish-commentator-celebrates-goal-by-having-se?urn=sow,253430"&gt;Soccer Announcers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/26353536-3099717665343770849?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3099717665343770849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3099717665343770849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3099717665343770849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3099717665343770849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/fashion.html' title='Fashion'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/TDHd7K8eJmI/AAAAAAAAASg/OS9sgGj94Gs/s72-c/absolutesocks_2112_54024882.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7023754490081318622</id><published>2010-07-03T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:50:50.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Swim WIth Dolphin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4757878088/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4094/4757878088_344d4959d5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4757878088/"&gt;Going to Swim WIth Dolphin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the crew getting ready to meet the Dolphins, Cap would not kiss the dolphin, and Ella, gave it "Eskimo Kisses".&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7023754490081318622?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7023754490081318622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7023754490081318622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7023754490081318622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7023754490081318622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-to-swim-with-dolphin.html' title='Going to Swim WIth Dolphin'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4094/4757878088_344d4959d5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-976709423382865349</id><published>2010-07-03T10:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:49:35.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birkenstocks Demise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4757263209/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4757263209_e50f154f96_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4757263209/"&gt;Bahammas 2010 241&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sandel's finally fell apart.  Natually they decided to do this while on vacation in the Bahamas.  They held up for 2 days, until I submerged them in swimming pool water, at which point the two section seperated.  It was a true travesty, so I had to pay 16.99 for a pair of 2.00 flip flops at the restort.  They are not even comfortable flip flops, part of today's quest, is going to be replacement sandels.  That, along with laundry, a trip to the swimming pool, a pasta supper or grilling shrimp on the grill, and mailing two memory sticks of vacation photos to Honey.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-976709423382865349?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/976709423382865349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=976709423382865349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/976709423382865349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/976709423382865349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/07/birkenstocks-demise.html' title='Birkenstocks Demise'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4757263209_e50f154f96_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-1231966049615181836</id><published>2010-06-25T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:58:55.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time 6/25/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Note - I actually wrote this last week, but am just now publishing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started mowing the grass tonight, but took a break for story time. Current we are reading, Thank You Santa". So reading a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; book while the kids are playing with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; decorations they found in the draw. It is like the twilight zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, we have moved on to a non-holiday book, it is "If you give a cat a cupcake". A good book, not quite as fun to read as "If you give a pig a pancake," but fun none the less. These books kind of remind me of a TV show call connections, which start with some mundane event, and threads its way to great discovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-1231966049615181836?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/1231966049615181836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=1231966049615181836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1231966049615181836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1231966049615181836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/06/story-time-62510.html' title='Story Time 6/25/10'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7247863137707795725</id><published>2010-06-24T20:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:13:03.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV, Really?</title><content type='html'>So the other day I was spending the night in a small hotel with nothing to really do but watch TV.  I happened to stumble across the Golf Channel, I like golf, so I wanted to see what was on.  After a few minutes, I decided that reality TV has gone to far.  (A thought that I have been harbouring ever since "Survivor" started).  So here is the setting, a private resort with a golf course, 10 lady golfers who played in college, and saw a little pro action, and one big house.  It is like &lt;em&gt;Survivor&lt;/em&gt; crossed with &lt;em&gt;The Real World&lt;/em&gt;.  As you can image, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; were all based on who was the best person on the golf course.  I was telling Amy about this and she said, "Isn't that kind of what they do every week on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pga&lt;/span&gt; tour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world with abundant access to books, I mean we have the printing press, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Amazon's&lt;/span&gt; Kindle, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sony&lt;/span&gt; reader, a variety of newspapers, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;magazines&lt;/span&gt;, yet, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; house has 2.24 televisions per house.  Americans spend, on average, 4 hours of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Television&lt;/span&gt; per week.  We have become a nation that would rather watch someone else's lives, that we would participate in our own life.  That is what I think about reality TV...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7247863137707795725?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7247863137707795725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7247863137707795725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7247863137707795725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7247863137707795725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/06/reality-tv-really.html' title='Reality TV, Really?'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-8025368883684662670</id><published>2010-06-20T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:42:30.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4719059609/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4719059609_a911a02065_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4719059609/"&gt;Swinging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was taking a picture, well this picture with the Sony camera, which is not quite as fast as the Nikon, but what do you expect for a camera that is 1/4 of the price, and fits into your pocket.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-8025368883684662670?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/8025368883684662670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=8025368883684662670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8025368883684662670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8025368883684662670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/06/slow-camera.html' title='Slow Camera'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4719059609_a911a02065_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7974225903002848825</id><published>2010-06-20T21:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:41:20.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4719060387/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4719060387_fe01e7cab4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/4719060387/"&gt;Swinging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cap is enjoying the swing, at what he calls, "The Little Park".  Little or not, it has swings, and is within walking distance.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7974225903002848825?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7974225903002848825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7974225903002848825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7974225903002848825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7974225903002848825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/06/swinging.html' title='Swinging'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4719060387_fe01e7cab4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3300118266930184186</id><published>2010-06-20T21:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:37:49.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers 2010</title><content type='html'>"One father is more than a hundred Schoolmasters."  ~George Herbert, &lt;em&gt;Outlandish Proverbs,&lt;/em&gt; 1640&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy Father's day, the day which father's are recognized for being, well themselves for the most part.  Ole George was right about fathers and schoolmasters, while I learned a lot of book smart from the teachers, I learned more about they way the world worked, in particular a 1966 mustang, than anyone else.  My dad taught me how to use a drill when I was 5, I have a 5 year old and he is not going to be touching that drill for a few more years.  I learned how to welded before I could drive a car.  The first vehicle I drove down a street was a 5 Ton &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GMC&lt;/span&gt; Winch Truck (or Gin Pole Truck), it had a Detroit diesel engine, and 13 speed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;roadranger&lt;/span&gt; transmission.  (I don't think I had started drivers education yet).  More important, he taught me about integrity, honor, and respect, treat others the way you would want to be treated.  Every year, they would put together a vacation trip to Houston, so I could See a doctor.  Once the doctor visit was over, the trip was great, lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to dad's, while they may be sitting across the room from the conversation, looking at the paper, they are still listening to every thing.  No matter what time you call, or how insurmountable the problem, they always have sound advice, and an extra heavy tow-rope to pull you out.  No matter how many questions you ask, they always seem to have an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3300118266930184186?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3300118266930184186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3300118266930184186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3300118266930184186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3300118266930184186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-2010.html' title='Fathers 2010'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-6509490403956389715</id><published>2010-06-19T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T06:23:17.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning 6 AM</title><content type='html'>I think one of my favorite times is saturday morning around 6:00 am.  I get up before the kids, and can have a bit of peace and serenity.  It is also a nice time to sit outside.  One of the issue I have with the greater Houston area in the summer is the heat.  Right now it actually feels kind of cool.  In the panhandle it cooled off pretty good once the sun went down, making the back porch an "attractive" place to it.  Here it is still 85 degrees, with 60 % humidity, so it is not very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things I could do, pick-up back yard, go for a walk, fold my laundry, or even take some advil for the headache, as I stayed up to late to be up this early.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually hear a cow mooing in the pasture across the street, which is one reason, my does not feel like it is in the big city.  That is until you get on I-10 to drive into work with 500,000 other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-6509490403956389715?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/6509490403956389715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=6509490403956389715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6509490403956389715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6509490403956389715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/06/saturday-morning-6-am.html' title='Saturday Morning 6 AM'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-574287715322082997</id><published>2010-06-15T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:38:36.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight the president was on television, talking about the oil spill. The spill that has been going since April 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. One interesting fact that I learned today, was the &lt;a href="http://www.bp.com/bodycopyarticle.do?categoryId=1&amp;amp;contentId=7052055"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bp&lt;/span&gt; (British Petroleum)&lt;/a&gt; has more employees in the good ole USA than any other country, including Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mean while back at the ranch," have you ever wondered why cliches are so popular. Sayings like, "bite off more than you can chew," "a rolling stone gathers no moss" are just things people say with out much thought. Is it that we are out of phrases, or just to lazy to think of something to say... ...or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; they are just sayings we like to use, because they sound so different than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meaning&lt;/span&gt;.  Take "what ever tickles your fancy" has nothing to do with someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tickling&lt;/span&gt; you (or me) until we laugh.  It means, If that is the way you like it, then it is okay with me".  This would be the &lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com/us/en/home.html"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; slogan, unlike &lt;a href="http://www.bk.com/"&gt;Burger King &lt;/a&gt;which has, "Have it your way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-574287715322082997?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/574287715322082997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=574287715322082997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/574287715322082997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/574287715322082997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/06/tonight-president-was-on-television.html' title=''/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5712161544004048902</id><published>2010-06-14T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:29:31.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Come In My Room</title><content type='html'>Well today was the kids first day back in Katy, which was an interesting lesson in kids.  Ella I think has been missing sleeping in the same room as big brother.  Cap on the other hand spent some time in his room with the door closed.  In fact, he needed a pencil and paper to make a do not enter sign for his door.  Which is funny on two different levels.  First, instead of "Do Not Enter" the sign said, "Do Not Come in My Room."  Secondly, mom and dad will always knock first, but come into the room, leaving Ella, who does not read, to absorb the new sign on Cap's door, which is still hanging on his door.  Amy informed me that while closing the door is easy, the is fun in making a sign.  I wonder if that will work at the office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it was a pretty ordinary day, we picked up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mazie&lt;/span&gt; (Ella and I), Cap elected to watch the Charlie Brown Christmas show instead of coming with us.  Charlie Brown may be 6 months out of season, but Mr. C sure like to watch them.  Of course, on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TiVo&lt;/span&gt;, we still have a show titled, "Prep and Landing," (it is an adorable cartoon) about two elves that "Prep" the house before Santa arrives, and assist with the "Landing" of the sleigh.  In 6 more months it will be back in style, just like Disco Music...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5712161544004048902?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5712161544004048902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5712161544004048902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5712161544004048902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5712161544004048902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-not-come-in-my-room.html' title='Do Not Come In My Room'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4310611849440661795</id><published>2010-06-05T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:13:45.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World... ...are you still there?</title><content type='html'>I have been working on hanging a few pictures in the house, that is in my spare time, to make it more homey.  So I had the bright idea to see if I had taken any good picture lately with my camera, i.e. "artsy" photo's.  (I have taken plenty of the family, well really those have even fallen short.)  After looking through several folders, I realized that I had not taken any pictures that were not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;related&lt;/span&gt; to family events, and of family members.  Not that this is a bad thing, I like taking pictures of the family.   The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exception&lt;/span&gt; would be the ole house &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hunting&lt;/span&gt; trip.  Amy has the good camera with her, so I am left with a small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sony&lt;/span&gt; camera, and the old film camera.  I may have to run to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart to see if they have any real B&amp;amp;W film, although I doubt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy lately, and somewhat disjointed the past year, that I have forgotten about the enjoyment, and value in writing, along with photography.  Next year I am going to set a one photo per day rule, which will be placed on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;....  but that is in about 6 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4310611849440661795?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4310611849440661795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4310611849440661795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4310611849440661795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4310611849440661795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-world-are-you-still-there.html' title='Hello World... ...are you still there?'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-9083340309629508362</id><published>2009-05-25T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:30:33.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Across Valdez Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3563066420/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3385/3563066420_19868e45ff_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3563066420/"&gt;Across Valdez Bay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A picture standing at the Valdez Civic Center, looking across the bay at the snow covered mountain.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-9083340309629508362?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/9083340309629508362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=9083340309629508362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/9083340309629508362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/9083340309629508362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/05/across-valdez-bay.html' title='Across Valdez Bay'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3385/3563066420_19868e45ff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4149354567790641846</id><published>2009-05-17T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:35:11.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Trip</title><content type='html'>In the morning, I get to take a big trip.  I get to leave the house around 350AM, and will fly from Amarillo, to Denver, to Seattle, to anchorage to Valdez.  It will be a good trip, although I am not looking forward to spending a hole day and then some traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was church day, so I went.  It was an okay service.  I got to thinking that I do not remember anywhere in the bible where it says, "worship must consist of 3 Hymns, 1 offering/offertory, a 20 minute sermon, and prayer time.". Don't take me wrong, it is not that I am opposed to this, however, I do not know what Impact it has on the congregation.  We call it the worship service, aside from the hymns, there is not much crowd participation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4149354567790641846?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4149354567790641846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4149354567790641846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4149354567790641846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4149354567790641846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-trip.html' title='The Big Trip'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-9077311288292370919</id><published>2009-05-16T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:27:19.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3537942174/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3335/3537942174_009facee7f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3537942174/"&gt;...and the winner is...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A picture of Cap's Soccer team.  They called themselves the Tigers, and everyone had fun.  It was a good season... I am sure we will play again in the fall.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-9077311288292370919?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/9077311288292370919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=9077311288292370919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/9077311288292370919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/9077311288292370919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-winner-is.html' title='...and the winner is...'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3335/3537942174_009facee7f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5396434274434979013</id><published>2009-05-14T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:11:42.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Ring Circus</title><content type='html'>Today, I felt like I was in the middle of a 3 ring circus.  It is now ~1000 PM, and I am finally winding down.  A fact that would not be bad, except I walked out the front door for work @530 AM.  Don't get me wrong, the day went by fast, and it was good, just long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it is me and mazie, patio, Dr. Pepper (my best syb for a "Tasty Beverage"), chips, hot sauce, and my iPod.I suppose that I have reached the age of reflection.  For instance, I remember the days when phones had cords.  Microsoft was virtually unknown, and the Apple IIC was the bomb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am sitting on my porch with my cell phone, that I can use for E-mail, the internet, text messaging, alarm clock, and actually make a phone call with.  On the table is a iPod, which has 5 movies, probably 20 Audiobooks, and ~1,500 songs on it.  Do you know how much space that would take up with CDs, or Cassette tapes, or even the "Vinyl" record.  I cannot remember the last time I placed a call on the home phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5396434274434979013?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5396434274434979013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5396434274434979013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5396434274434979013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5396434274434979013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-ring-circus_14.html' title='3 Ring Circus'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3563150048180609733</id><published>2009-05-12T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:54:13.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mazie the Wonderdog</title><content type='html'>Last night Mazie the wonderdog decided to wake me up at 3 am.  She had to take care of business outside, and I don't mean barking at the moon.  The last several times I have let her out, I have had to bribe her to come back in.  For some reason, she thinks the perfect time to run up and down the fence and back at something is between 1200 am and 600 am.  Which does not impress the neighbors.  So I found myself, in a tee shirt and boxes standing in my back yard with the dog on a leash.  (It is the best way to get her in the house).  It was quite the adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3563150048180609733?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3563150048180609733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3563150048180609733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3563150048180609733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3563150048180609733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/05/mazie-wonderdog.html' title='Mazie the Wonderdog'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-5503758643976723292</id><published>2009-05-07T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:00:19.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Place</title><content type='html'>"You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,headed I fear, toward a most useless place.  The waiting place... ...for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or the rain to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the show to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow.  Everyone is just waiting" - Oh the Places You'll Go by Dr.Seuss.  I am certain that our church is in the waiting place.  Not sure what to do, not sure where to go.  A group of people that are very continent, and oblivious to the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-5503758643976723292?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/5503758643976723292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=5503758643976723292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5503758643976723292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/5503758643976723292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting-place.html' title='The Waiting Place'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7526823173013927279</id><published>2009-05-01T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:06:53.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandemic?</title><content type='html'>I feel like the world is standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon, waiting and watching to see what the swine flu will do.  Will it be an epidemic, like the 1917 flu, or like the regular flu, of 2009.  It is hard to say, I do think that Egypt might have over reacted by killing 300,000 pigs.  The amount of information, and the speed which it is spread is amazing.  This single item will aid more in preventing a world wide epidemic, that the paper masks you see on the Tele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, everyone should know the WHO is not who, but the World Health Organization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7526823173013927279?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.who.int/csr/don/2009_05_01a/en/index.html' title='Pandemic?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7526823173013927279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7526823173013927279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7526823173013927279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7526823173013927279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/05/pandemic.html' title='Pandemic?'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-6849710462559061027</id><published>2009-04-29T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:06:27.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was talking to a fellow at work, and he said that he had spent$ 20,000 on his daughter's wedding.  I was shocked, to say the least, you could by a Harely for that much money.  (Not that I am looking for a harley, I am just saying that is a lot of money for a wedding.  I guess that if you have enough money it would not a so alarming.  I am thinking that I would have to be a millionare before I dropped that kind of money on a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many people spent more time worrying about the blessed day, instead of the blessed life afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, it rained today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-6849710462559061027?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/6849710462559061027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=6849710462559061027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6849710462559061027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/6849710462559061027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-talking-to-fellow-at-work-and-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2388290196384281191</id><published>2009-04-25T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:03:30.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has Sprung</title><content type='html'>I think that spring has sprung here in the ole texas panhandle.  I have spent the majority of the day outside, in fact, I am on the back porch right now.  I trimmed back the rose bushes, which is always fun.  Like of like crawling through a "Biohazard" container at the hospital.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap had a soccer game this morning, he played almost the hole game until a knee injury took him out.  No permanent damage, he is good as new right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on learning to play the guitar, I have a book from the 60's, that is not to helpful.  I recently learned that like skinning a cat, there is more than one way to play most chords.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-2388290196384281191?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2388290196384281191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2388290196384281191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2388290196384281191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2388290196384281191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has Sprung'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3340410517155428798</id><published>2009-04-09T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:48:48.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3428173294/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3428173294_946bda27c9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3428173294/"&gt;The Kick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cap kicking the ball inbounds at his first soccer game.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3340410517155428798?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3340410517155428798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3340410517155428798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3340410517155428798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3340410517155428798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/04/kick.html' title='The Kick'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3428173294_946bda27c9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4704962916214083496</id><published>2009-04-04T19:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:41:21.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Game and Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Today was Cap's first soccer game, and I hoped that I would have some pictures to upload.  Unfortunately, the pictures are still on the 2GM SD card that goes in the camera.  Evidently, I have managed to fill up my hard drive.  It is an 80 GB (small for today's standards) but 8 years ago, it was the bomb.  (I think that word probably went out of style 8 years ago as well.)  Of the 80 GB, 50 GB is devoted solely to either Pictures, or Music, Audio books, and videos on iTunes.  It is a shame that I did not make the jump to apply eight years ago, as there software is supposed to be better for most of the things that I like to do on the computer.  iTunes, Photos, and writing.  Not that I am writing a book or anything, although, this may become a book sometime of the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me into a random thought, do you think that people really analyze what they are putting on the Internet these days.  I mean, that picture of you doing the keg stand that is on facebook, is that the best thing.  Those sorts of pictures seem to resurface.  I will be honest, if we had all of this neat web based interaction when I was in college, you guess it, there would be a picture of me drinking out of the "Liter".  The Liter was a beer stein that my college roommate made during pottery.  It got its name quite frankly because it held a liter of liquid.  Aside from the water that was used to check the volume, the only other beverage it had was beer.  The thing to do, was drink the liter in 3 minutes, and then take the dreaded triple shot of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goldschl%C3%A4ger"&gt;Goldschläger&lt;/a&gt;.  Yikes.  (Perhaps I should edit this out in a few years, or hide my blog from the kids.)  It certainly was not the brightest idea that some of us had, but compared to others in the dorm we were saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the soccer game, Cap team did okay, they hustled up and down the field.  (A phase that I have used since the game ended, which secretly means, "they got spanked.")  Everyone had fun, and Alana, Ben and Zoe stayed an extra day and came to the game.  I did take something like 373 pictures at the game, and I am certain that some of them will be great pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered an additional hard drive for my computer, it has an extra spot, so that is the direction I decided to do.  Compared to developing 373 a 500 GB hard drive is a drop in the hat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4704962916214083496?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4704962916214083496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4704962916214083496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4704962916214083496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4704962916214083496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/04/soccer-game-and-random-thoughts.html' title='Soccer Game and Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-2163917175994397723</id><published>2009-03-29T21:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:26:05.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canceled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3397157656/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3397157656_ef55f139fd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3397157656/"&gt;Canceled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picture of the flight status board at the Amarillo Internation Airport.  I still find it interesting that it is called an Internation Airport.  It is as if, Devner, Las Vegas, or even Houston is a foregin country.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-2163917175994397723?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/2163917175994397723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=2163917175994397723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2163917175994397723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/2163917175994397723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/03/canceled.html' title='Canceled'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3397157656_ef55f139fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-8588582685034788127</id><published>2009-03-27T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:13:49.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Trip</title><content type='html'>With. Passports ready, and bathing suits packed the entire Patman clan headed to two airports this morning.  The rendezvous point: Nasasu (the Bahamas). Mission:  Patman Family Fun Weekend! Well one blizzard and a blowout an airplane wheel, caused mayhem.  A late winter/early spring blizzard shutdown the Amarillo Airport.  Meanwhile, the plan with the Nebraska folks had a blow out while taking off.  They could not get rescheduled, so the mission was aborted.  We had a good time at Natty's, and are getting ready to go to sleep at the ole Holiday Inn Express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-8588582685034788127?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/8588582685034788127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=8588582685034788127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8588582685034788127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8588582685034788127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-trip.html' title='The Big Trip'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4696698059128205056</id><published>2009-03-21T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:48:28.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3373260462/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/3373260462_beccaaf143_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3373260462/"&gt;Three Amigos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Three Amigos, hiding under the tree.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4696698059128205056?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4696698059128205056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4696698059128205056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4696698059128205056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4696698059128205056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-amigos.html' title='Three Amigos'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/3373260462_beccaaf143_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4302177882072894828</id><published>2009-03-21T11:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:47:47.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patman Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3372442449/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3372442449_c9939b0da2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3372442449/"&gt;The Patman Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4302177882072894828?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4302177882072894828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4302177882072894828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4302177882072894828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4302177882072894828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/03/patman-family.html' title='The Patman Family'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3372442449_c9939b0da2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4208805494671460866</id><published>2009-03-21T11:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:47:19.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3373265560/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3373265560_d4cf5b0056_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3373265560/"&gt;Cousins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4208805494671460866?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4208805494671460866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4208805494671460866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4208805494671460866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4208805494671460866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/03/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3373265560_d4cf5b0056_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-9064121697023271548</id><published>2009-03-19T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:43:46.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1966</title><content type='html'>I have a 1966 Ford Mustang sitting in the driveway.  It is in decent shape, needs some body work, new paint, and new weather stripping.  I just can't decide how or really where to start the project.  Current the instrument panel illumination lights are out, the front speaker on the radio, and something is out of balance.  That is not to mention needing new seats, and a head liner.  Perhaps, I should just go buy the replacement bulbs at the "wmart" after story time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-9064121697023271548?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/9064121697023271548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=9064121697023271548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/9064121697023271548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/9064121697023271548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/03/1966.html' title='1966'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3498657470687520018</id><published>2009-03-16T07:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:15:24.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amarillo.com/stories/031609/obi_obits12.shtml"&gt;http://www.amarillo.com/stories/031609/obi_obits12.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3498657470687520018?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3498657470687520018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3498657470687520018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3498657470687520018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3498657470687520018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/03/passing.html' title='The Passing'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-3197957399689284509</id><published>2009-03-13T21:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:17:27.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bartender Song</title><content type='html'>It snowed a little today, and I have to say, that I miss the 70 degree March days now that it has turned cold again.  I was pretty happy it was Friday, had an all day meeting at work, which was okay.  We had a little working session, and put some music on, and I heard a song by Rehab, &lt;em&gt;Bartender Song (aka Sitting at the Bar), &lt;/em&gt;and that pretty much describes how I was feeling towards the end of the day.  It was a long week, I actually got home before 6:00 PM tonight, and was pretty pumped about that fact.  The bed is sounding pretty good, and the Psychedelic Furs, &lt;em&gt;Love My Way&lt;/em&gt;, is just not doing it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-3197957399689284509?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/3197957399689284509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=3197957399689284509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3197957399689284509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/3197957399689284509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/03/bartender-song.html' title='Bartender Song'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-7051265619727571507</id><published>2009-03-12T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:46:29.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>Cap and Crash are both going to play soccer this year, and they are on the same team.  We had the first meeting tonight and it went pretty good.  I am not the coach, I don't know that I would be very good or really have the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool almost cold day outside, but fortunately there was no wind, which is unusual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-7051265619727571507?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/7051265619727571507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=7051265619727571507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7051265619727571507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/7051265619727571507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/03/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-1073265243944768050</id><published>2009-03-11T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:54:25.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panoply</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago at church we sang a song with the word, "panoply" in it.  I had to get out the dictionary to look up the definition.  The word was in one of the hymns that was sung by everyone.  I just find it interesting, the songs that are selected in the year 2009.  That would be 9 years after "2000 - Space Odyssey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-1073265243944768050?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/1073265243944768050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=1073265243944768050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1073265243944768050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1073265243944768050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/03/panoply.html' title='Panoply'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-8245119023895796576</id><published>2009-01-25T20:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:31:42.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bishops Message</title><content type='html'>Today, being Sunday, I went to Church.  Although sitting here thinking about the phrase, "I went to Church," does not accurately describe what happened, or what should happen during worship.  I can honestly say that today, I did more than go to church.  I participated in the worship service, I worshiped God in his house today.  While I was worshipping God, Brother Johnny, mentioned a recent message from the Bishop of the Northwest Texas/New Mexico Annual Conferences.  It was really exciting to read, and he was pretty blunt about what Church's should be focusing on.  There is a link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nwtxconf.org/bishop_column_detail.asp?TableName=oBishop_Sermons_Speeches_PWLDXP&amp;amp;PKValue=131"&gt;The Bishops Message&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-8245119023895796576?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/8245119023895796576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=8245119023895796576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8245119023895796576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/8245119023895796576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/01/bishops-message.html' title='The Bishops Message'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-1331365275563642088</id><published>2009-01-11T20:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:33:11.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>The other day, we were listening to the music that I have store on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Itunes&lt;/span&gt;.  I had started it on shuffle, so there is really not telling what it would play.  It was the most peculiar song order, we went from some Christmas song, probably &lt;em&gt;O Come Emmanuel&lt;/em&gt;, to The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beasty&lt;/span&gt; Boys, &lt;em&gt;Sabotage&lt;/em&gt;.  At this point I would like to point out that Amy was not to please with the change in music genres, and I myself found it to be like going from 0 mph to 60 mph in 1.1 seconds.  It was an abrupt shift.  I like music, I like a lot of different music, and there is some of this music that Amy does not like in the least.  What is more troubling for Amy, is that I can have two radios going at the same time, in the same room, playing different music.  Or, that I can listen to the radio scanner, while listening to the radio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-1331365275563642088?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/1331365275563642088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=1331365275563642088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1331365275563642088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/1331365275563642088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2009/01/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26353536.post-4441663464341553579</id><published>2008-12-29T10:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:31:07.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3147061593/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/3147061593_79ab4916e6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22236683@N06/3147061593/"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22236683@N06/"&gt;Germburner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Christmas Eve Family Photo.  My don't we look nice.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26353536-4441663464341553579?l=safetypup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/feeds/4441663464341553579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26353536&amp;postID=4441663464341553579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4441663464341553579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26353536/posts/default/4441663464341553579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://safetypup.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Safety Pup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04481241828136987702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpcTHJDun9M/THCJfPJ3-II/AAAAAAAAASw/4dPVu6kd_n0/S220/Beach+8-17-10+017+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/3147061593_79ab4916e6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
