<?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-6999828943030231868</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:55:36.062-05:00</updated><category term='and other'/><category term='random days thoughts'/><title type='text'>SoullooN</title><subtitle type='html'>Dancing before an audience of One</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>285</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7185724106188126805</id><published>2012-01-20T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:13:21.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLM92tfuB0o/TxmSkdI0lbI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zJzsE2PAkPA/s1600/6469294449_13460cce71_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699747958408648114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLM92tfuB0o/TxmSkdI0lbI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zJzsE2PAkPA/s400/6469294449_13460cce71_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful to be here for a moment. I am so thankful for these past days, even though they have been dark and pressing. They have been causing me to grow and deal with things I have allowed to take up too much space in my life and heart. Forgiveness is wonderful, and I am so thankful for the joy that comes from resting in forgiveness. I am so blessed in my life, and thankful for my family. Life is a journey, and each step of the way is a learning moment. I am thankful for &lt;a href="http://www.brightmoorcc.org/"&gt;Brightmoor Christian Church&lt;/a&gt; . The teaching has caused my heart deal with sin and find my way toward obedient submission to Jesus. This has been freeing. As I continue to learn and grow and Obey . . . I will enjoy the fruit of the spirit . . . . all the things that everyone looks for in life . . . . the fruit of the Spirit is love, and we all want love, to be loved, to be in love and to love . . . . joy oh yes, we want joy that moves inside of our being, peace and we all long for PEACE and spend a lot of time trying to find it, forbearance or being patient, we may not admit it, but we do want to be patient . . . , kindness who wants to be a grouch really, many times we choose unkindness because we are angry that someone was unkind to us, goodness things that are good are wonderful and we like goodness for goodness sake, faithfulness we want things to be right and the way they should be, gentleness with others and with ourselves . . . . we should be a little kinder and gentler and self-control what can I say about self control, that ability to be in control when most times we feel just on the the edge of any control . Against such things there is no law. Maybe this makes no sense at all, but I do long to enjoy the Fruit of the Spirit in my life. As I walk with Jesus, and allow his Spirit to teach and lead me in the ways that are right, as I choose right living over sin, I will grow. I want to grow, and be more like Jesus to the world in which I live, beginning with my family. I have a wonderful family, and I am responsible to love them with a sacrificial way. I am here today, and I choose today to walk in the way that is Right. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7185724106188126805?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7185724106188126805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7185724106188126805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7185724106188126805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7185724106188126805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2012/01/today.html' title='Today . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLM92tfuB0o/TxmSkdI0lbI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zJzsE2PAkPA/s72-c/6469294449_13460cce71_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4683917103714295616</id><published>2012-01-05T08:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:04:48.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Today the Fifth Day of the New Year . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANp-mdDZOVc/TwWt-pZ-57I/AAAAAAAAA6A/6MftAwueJkg/s1600/P7240063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694148595658188722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANp-mdDZOVc/TwWt-pZ-57I/AAAAAAAAA6A/6MftAwueJkg/s400/P7240063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I do have a free moment.  I am thankful to be here.  Life is wonderful for me and I am growing in this new year.  My daughter is a senior in high school and she is now 18.  I find this fact difficult to fully grasp at times.  Life has been moving way too fast, and it seems like I have blinked somewhere along the way.  I have two children in High School, and soon to have Three Teenagers in my Home.  Pray for me that I will be the Dad, and Husband that my family needs me to be.  I am praying for a friend who has an interview at a large church in the area today.  It is my Hope that this opportunity will open up for him.  Well, this is some of my thoughts for the moment.  Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-4683917103714295616?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4683917103714295616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4683917103714295616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4683917103714295616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4683917103714295616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-today-fifth-day-of-new-year.html' title='On Today the Fifth Day of the New Year . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANp-mdDZOVc/TwWt-pZ-57I/AAAAAAAAA6A/6MftAwueJkg/s72-c/P7240063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-8666987171772203486</id><published>2012-01-02T11:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:29:08.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/heavenlycaptures/6613048375/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6613048375_3a55941e00_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/heavenlycaptures/6613048375/"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/heavenlycaptures/"&gt;x-Heavenly-x&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so blessed and thankful for this new year of 2012 and I am thankful for you.  Yes, you . . .  you all make my life more enjoyable.  Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-8666987171772203486?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/8666987171772203486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=8666987171772203486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8666987171772203486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8666987171772203486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7282187375754545975</id><published>2011-12-16T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:22:29.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloons!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/davidjmann/6520646855/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7172/6520646855_0495f30668_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/davidjmann/6520646855/"&gt;Balloons!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/davidjmann/"&gt;dav_mann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas balloons . . .nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7282187375754545975?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7282187375754545975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7282187375754545975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7282187375754545975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7282187375754545975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/12/balloons.html' title='Balloons!!'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-9007326368014417264</id><published>2011-11-15T19:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:09:01.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exciting World of Dinosaurs - 1964-65 New York World's Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hollywoodplace/3728297824/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3728297824_bde7b264b4_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/hollywoodplace/3728297824/"&gt;The Exciting World of Dinosaurs - 1964-65 New York World's Fair&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hollywoodplace/"&gt;What Makes The Pie Shops Tick?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a quick photo for a friend . . . enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-9007326368014417264?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/9007326368014417264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=9007326368014417264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/9007326368014417264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/9007326368014417264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/11/exciting-world-of-dinosaurs-1964-65-new.html' title='The Exciting World of Dinosaurs - 1964-65 New York World&amp;#39;s Fair'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3728297824_bde7b264b4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4988660564755361917</id><published>2011-10-14T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T12:05:48.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a minute here . . .</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am able to blog . . . nice . . . It has been some time since my last blog. I really miss the time I once had around the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and online. My work has taken me away from access to a computer . . . . so I have not been online lately . . . I have enjoyed looking at your blogs though, and I am thankful . . . Well, this is the blog as it stands . . . the days have been full and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; have been many . . . but I am learning. . . .&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-4988660564755361917?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4988660564755361917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4988660564755361917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4988660564755361917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4988660564755361917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-minute-here.html' title='Just a minute here . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2338040284679743492</id><published>2011-09-25T18:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:27:24.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rail run . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11908041@N00/6166771175/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6154/6166771175_e504367666_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/11908041@N00/6166771175/"&gt;Rail run . . .&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11908041@N00/"&gt;SoullooN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this photo and I wanted to share it with you . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2338040284679743492?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2338040284679743492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2338040284679743492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2338040284679743492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2338040284679743492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/09/rail-run.html' title='Rail run . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6154/6166771175_e504367666_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2238331122046297117</id><published>2011-08-31T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:56:41.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back to School . . .  BABY . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRDomt5705s/Tl5ZscYxXLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wmIrGCa__EQ/s1600/205585_881080810388_55716478_42475971_4430258_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647049602838387890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRDomt5705s/Tl5ZscYxXLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wmIrGCa__EQ/s400/205585_881080810388_55716478_42475971_4430258_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful to be back to school. I love being with the students and having a schedule. I do enjoy the summer do not get me wrong. But I work well when my life has directed order. I get up at 5:55 am,nice run of the number five wouldn't you say. Take a shower, clean up mighty fine. Then I grab some breakfast, and move all my stuff to the car. Then I drive to work and begin my day at 7 am. I work my day, enjoy my students and face the challenges of the day together. Then I am done at 2 pm. Then I have the balance of the day to do my to do stuff. I fit in time at the GYM several days. I help keep up the house and fix things. I am good at fixing things, though at times I may break them and then they cost even more to fix, but I believe I am still ahead by fixing many of the things myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the deal. I have to learn to go to bed sooner, and eat less in the evening. I need me some gooder sleep. That is the word, you read it GOODER . . . that is when you allow wisdom to take you from the relaxing state to the sleeping state. Turn off the TV, and go to bed man. I do have trouble just giving up on the day. So one of my goals to improve my life is to be in bed by 11 pm what ever the cost . . . and at that it only give me 7 hours sleep - if I go to sleep quickly . . . it would be so much better if I went to bed at 10 pm. So there you go . . . I got a gooder and a better all in the same goal. Nice Tim, real nice . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful to be back to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2238331122046297117?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2238331122046297117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2238331122046297117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2238331122046297117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2238331122046297117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/08/going-back-to-school-baby.html' title='Going Back to School . . .  BABY . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRDomt5705s/Tl5ZscYxXLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wmIrGCa__EQ/s72-c/205585_881080810388_55716478_42475971_4430258_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-3979226132153270883</id><published>2011-08-16T04:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:31:49.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 45 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCtD_cWuamg/TkqadZO6pNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/D5Nv70zFmPM/s1600/P8130055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641491313015301330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCtD_cWuamg/TkqadZO6pNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/D5Nv70zFmPM/s400/P8130055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up late last night working off my wife's&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;iPad&lt;/span&gt; . . . it would not let me write my blog . . . I do not know that I like the iPad much, but I can check my email and it is lite . . . On to the thought . . . I am 45, and my blog goes unread . . . but I still write. Today, this very morning I had the joy of writing a postcard through &lt;a href="http://www.postcrossing.com/"&gt;Postcrossing&lt;/a&gt; that passed away just this month . . . It is odd and exciting that the Daughter seeing the joy and love her mom had for postcrossing is keeping her account alive for a while. What happens when folks die. They live on in our memory, and in our thoughts but they no longer carry on in the daily routine that we know as life. Their mail goes unanswered . . . the food in their fridge goes bad . . . the bed remains unused, the television is not turned on . . . the phone stops ringing . . . the car remains parked . . . Others, loved ones hopefully enter somewhere and begin to uncover the woven matrix that was life for the person. With wonder they sort through stuff that has been kept and stored in the space they once called home . . . It is not my intention to make this blog morbid, but to embrace reality. I was also watching hoarders last night on the TV and it got me wondering about the stuff I keep and why I keep it . . . and what the heck folks will say once they go through it when I am no longer living in this realm. I ask myself . . . what is important to me. What is necessary . . . what is valuable in my life. Where does my energy need to be focused. I want to be a good man, I want to be a good me, I want to be a good Dad, I want to be a good husband, I want to be a good teacher, I want to be a good lover of others, and many times I just want to be left alone. Seems odd that all these i wants are all in the same me. I have a well visit today with my doctor, I am ready to be told that I am well. I can not eat until after the appointment at 3 pm so I am sitting here drinking my clear water . . . there is a nice thing. I have water, and folks in Africa are walking 8 or 9 days to get water and dieing on the way . . . and I just step over to my fridge and grab ice cold water anytime . . . how am I suposed to process that? My mind is a spin and I look forward for school to begin . . . I want my life back on that routine . . . at least until the end . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-3979226132153270883?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/3979226132153270883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=3979226132153270883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3979226132153270883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3979226132153270883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-45.html' title='I am 45 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCtD_cWuamg/TkqadZO6pNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/D5Nv70zFmPM/s72-c/P8130055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2113313701687486953</id><published>2011-07-15T14:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:36:02.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 15, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKWRWQj9Lks/TiCIg5RgSdI/AAAAAAAAA4w/oqq-aLzDY90/s1600/P7030012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629649632924551634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKWRWQj9Lks/TiCIg5RgSdI/AAAAAAAAA4w/oqq-aLzDY90/s400/P7030012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Friday . . . July 15, 2011. My son turned 15 yesterday, and Harry Potter had its opening for the final show . . . I am excited that my kids were able to go to the midnight showing last night . . . it sounds like they had a wonderful evening. I am blessed that my family is able to enjoy life . . . I am amazed at the time I live in . . . I know I am blessed and I am thankful. Many in our world do not have my life, and I know they feel blessed and thankful with the life they have . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the other day I was reading an article about a lady whose husband cut her nose and ears off because she ran away from his abuse . . . and in the article I was moved to tears to believe that such a thing could happend . . . and she still has a positive outlook on life . . . here is the link if you are interested . . . &lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2010/08/afghan-girl-whose-nose-was-cut-off-meets-with-doctors.html"&gt;http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2010/08/afghan-girl-whose-nose-was-cut-off-meets-with-doctors.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is holding me back?? I just do not know . . . I can not blow past this 300 lb wall . . . it is time for me to move . . . track, walk, go to the gym and blow past this wall . . . I am a thin man traped in my large body . . . I want out of this space that I have trapped myself in . . . it is crazy at times, but it is what is my life for this moment . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your largest learning issue at this momen? I am learning on several fronts . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to be a good DAD and parent to my children . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to be a loving, kind Husband to my wonderful wife of 23 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to be a thin me . . . to be the slim I am created to be . . . hahaha but really tears stream down my face at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a new friend in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Canon DSLR Rebel XTi . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am on the grow when it comes to photoing . . . I am blessed and thankful for this new friend . . . get ready to enjoy some new photos in the coming days and you are invited to stop by my flickr at: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11908041@N00/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/11908041@N00/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;know you are loved and prayed for today . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2113313701687486953?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2113313701687486953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2113313701687486953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2113313701687486953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2113313701687486953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-15-2011.html' title='July 15, 2011'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKWRWQj9Lks/TiCIg5RgSdI/AAAAAAAAA4w/oqq-aLzDY90/s72-c/P7030012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1788842099496771336</id><published>2011-07-01T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:14:52.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night time binge eating . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rz8bMRc4t50/Tg26EYJJSKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/NfqjG1ict5w/s1600/P6190349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rz8bMRc4t50/Tg26EYJJSKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/NfqjG1ict5w/s400/P6190349.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No purging from this guy . . . but eating at night when I am not hungry for food . . . but hungry for other things . . . well lets just say not counting these points . . . and that this past few days or weeks, I have returned to my old foolish life robbing ways . . . Wake up me . . . GET UP me . . . return to the new road that leads to health and life . . . Wow . . . I am hard on me at times . . . but I am telling you . . . why do we return to old ways that take us places we do not want to go . . . why do we default to the foolish so easily . . . Back on the wagon today . . . Looking for love in all the wrong places has grown my waist line and not lead me to my hearts greatest desire . . . so you know where I am at in my mind, heart and soul currently . . . Boy o boy . . . Hershey's Chocolate does taste so good, and puts my mind in a spin . . . but it does not fill the need or answer the call . . . One step at a time Sweet Jesus . . . you know when I taste and see that the Lord is good . . . it fills my love need and does not bulge my waist line . . . Need me some more Jesus, and less Lays . . . Can I get an Amen up in this house . . .&amp;nbsp; Someone picking up what I am laying down . . . Come up out of the slavery of Egypt and enter into the Promise land . . . Get on up . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1788842099496771336?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1788842099496771336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1788842099496771336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1788842099496771336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1788842099496771336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/07/night-time-binge-eating.html' title='Night time binge eating . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rz8bMRc4t50/Tg26EYJJSKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/NfqjG1ict5w/s72-c/P6190349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7198377723638853939</id><published>2011-06-24T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:52:08.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knee surgery and other things . . .</title><content type='html'>So yes, I did have my knee surgery on Thursday. So far the recovery has been ok . . . I am ready to get some PT by next week. It is hard to be stuck not doing anything or something like that . . . When I got home from surgery I had 4 plugs that were not working. So with the help of my neighbor we found the problem. My tester called the problem ground and hot wire reversed. S I had to figure that out and it ment that I had a nuteral wire that had come undone in my electrical string. So found the problem repaved some recipticals and made sure the wires were tight and retested and all was good.  &lt;br /&gt;Then that night Ben and I watched some tv and then well stayed up till 6:30 am and then slept till 8 am. I am not sleeping well. I do not know what is up . . . Maybe the meds are keeping me up or something . . . I am tired, and I am ready for some sleep come now . . . Well, it will be all good, on to the rest of the movie . . . Rudy &lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7198377723638853939?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7198377723638853939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7198377723638853939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7198377723638853939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7198377723638853939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/06/knee-surgery-and-other-things.html' title='Knee surgery and other things . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-6452011155750724447</id><published>2011-06-06T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:41:47.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is all around . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSRGjLwQAj0/Te0DDiLVIkI/AAAAAAAAA4k/3TrvJc6Dfns/s1600/246972_916470025118_55716478_42955977_392368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSRGjLwQAj0/Te0DDiLVIkI/AAAAAAAAA4k/3TrvJc6Dfns/s640/246972_916470025118_55716478_42955977_392368_n.jpg" t8="true" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So as this year at Novi High School winds down . . . the seniors have left the building and the class of 2011 has now graduated . . . Just today the future freshmen came to the HS for their visit . . . It is nice to see all the new students . . . Among them is my son.&amp;nbsp; This is such a blessing, but at the same time a reminder that my life story is changing chapters.&amp;nbsp; I will miss several of the students that have now moved on . . . I anticipate the things I will learn as the new students come into our community . . .It is my prayer and hope that in my humble job I will have to opportunity to influence some students to seek truth and walk in wisdom&amp;nbsp;as they move through these halls.&amp;nbsp; More to come as the days move forward . . . I want to take my blog from babbling to something of substance . . . Thinking, dreaming, contemplating . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-6452011155750724447?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/6452011155750724447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=6452011155750724447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6452011155750724447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6452011155750724447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/06/change-is-all-around.html' title='Change is all around . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSRGjLwQAj0/Te0DDiLVIkI/AAAAAAAAA4k/3TrvJc6Dfns/s72-c/246972_916470025118_55716478_42955977_392368_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7403323811968020853</id><published>2011-05-31T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:46:01.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your SKIP ON . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yxH29b14Ug/TeWLOvbFJMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/kuY2PWPmQKA/s1600/banner_skipon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="82px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yxH29b14Ug/TeWLOvbFJMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/kuY2PWPmQKA/s640/banner_skipon.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings my friends . . . I cam upon this great site about Skipping . . . why did we ever stop being a child in our wonderment of life . . . Who robbed us or what robbed us of this joy?&amp;nbsp; So I encourage you to stop by the &lt;a href="http://iskip.com/blog/"&gt;I Skip&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;website and let me know what you think . . . &lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7403323811968020853?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7403323811968020853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7403323811968020853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7403323811968020853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7403323811968020853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/05/get-your-skip-on.html' title='Get Your SKIP ON . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yxH29b14Ug/TeWLOvbFJMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/kuY2PWPmQKA/s72-c/banner_skipon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2597205327586610166</id><published>2011-05-31T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T12:42:43.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Smiles . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BEg__MHcB_w/TeUZFYSJkKI/AAAAAAAAA4c/_MOfotWsRcE/s1600/P5260144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BEg__MHcB_w/TeUZFYSJkKI/AAAAAAAAA4c/_MOfotWsRcE/s640/P5260144.JPG" t8="true" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seniors last day at Novi High School is tomorrow . . . and on senior skip day last week I ordered a super large pizza for Benito's for us . . . This is a happy friend enjoying a slice . . . Being a paraprofessional brings many students into my life, or me into their lives what ever way you want to view it . . . I always find these last few days difficult . . . I know and understand fully the process that each of us goes through in this journey called life in school, especially High School.&amp;nbsp; High School this past 13 years has been a very transit place . . . it is wonderful to watch kids grow up, learn and then move on . . . but at the same time . . . I will miss these students.&amp;nbsp; So as a note to all the seniors I have known . . . I say . . . bye, enjoy and keep in touch . . . peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2597205327586610166?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2597205327586610166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2597205327586610166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2597205327586610166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2597205327586610166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-smiles.html' title='All Smiles . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BEg__MHcB_w/TeUZFYSJkKI/AAAAAAAAA4c/_MOfotWsRcE/s72-c/P5260144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1286475918467803777</id><published>2011-05-26T14:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:56:57.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/azchael/145679976/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/50/145679976_e818b6c277_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/azchael/145679976/"&gt;Sadness&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/azchael/"&gt;Azchael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how I feel today . . . my heart is heavy to its soul.  Yes it does happen . . . life has a way of moving in at times and pressing.  This thing is huge and beyond me . . . I work hard to try to make it better . . . but it is still the same . . . Grief over lost desire and hope flood my mind like my creek was full beyond its banks just yesterday after the hard rain . . . I want to move toward happiness and fulness again . . . I am blessed . . . I know that I am, and I am thankful . . . this is the odd part.  I am stuck if you will, or lost, or at a loss  . . .  I just do not know what I am exactly . . . well there you have it . . . Blueness in my soul . . . God is still good and my trust is in Him - and yes, my heart is gray . . . Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1286475918467803777?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1286475918467803777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1286475918467803777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1286475918467803777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1286475918467803777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/05/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/50/145679976_e818b6c277_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-9119176511314249073</id><published>2011-05-23T12:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T12:39:32.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Postcards Exchange" href="http://www.postcrossing.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I started this project after reading another friend on Flickr infomation. I have sent out five postcards so far and I am waiting to see when they receive them. I am excited. If you are intersted look &lt;a href="http://www.postcrossing.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postcrossing.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="Postcards Exchange" alt="Postcards Exchange" src="http://static1.postcrossing.com/images/banners/banner4.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-9119176511314249073?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/9119176511314249073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=9119176511314249073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/9119176511314249073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/9119176511314249073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/05/something-new_23.html' title='Something new . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-8609367956034303512</id><published>2011-05-19T15:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:23:32.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/baaasti/5731716040/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/5731716040_d24f103561_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/baaasti/5731716040/"&gt;sad&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/baaasti/"&gt;baaasti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;what an amazing photo found on flickr . . . and yes, it is sad to loose your helium balloon . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-8609367956034303512?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/8609367956034303512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=8609367956034303512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8609367956034303512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8609367956034303512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/05/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/5731716040_d24f103561_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4545440366860001115</id><published>2011-05-14T11:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:02:43.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30368801@N02/5716857730/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3491/5716857730_0091f73959_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/30368801@N02/5716857730/"&gt;rainbow balloons crooked house blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30368801@N02/"&gt;The Estate of Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love ballooons, I love color, this photo is awesome . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-4545440366860001115?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4545440366860001115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4545440366860001115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4545440366860001115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4545440366860001115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/05/rainbow-balloons.html' title='rainbow balloons'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3491/5716857730_0091f73959_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-132732306593009488</id><published>2011-05-06T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:39:31.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New  . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmnboM-_cts/Tcfufl3Q5xI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/JGFpfoXnTSI/s1600/5675458209_eeab2600b6_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmnboM-_cts/Tcfufl3Q5xI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/JGFpfoXnTSI/s640/5675458209_eeab2600b6_b.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1013972362"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1013972363"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am so thankful for &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bethretro/5687535012/in/photostream"&gt;Bethretro&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; She joined &lt;a href="http://www.postcrossing.com/"&gt;Postcrossing&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and said she loved it . . . I also love to write and receive written word from folks . . . The idea behind this site is to link folks together via mail . . . it is kinda like a one time pen pal thing . . . I am going to write my first post card to a lady in Lithuania . . . this should prove to be fun and interesting . . . once I send my first card, then my name is given to someone to send me a card . . . I am so excited about this new opportunity to be encouraged.&amp;nbsp; Well, I will post some stuff here about this new experience.&amp;nbsp; Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-132732306593009488?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/132732306593009488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=132732306593009488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/132732306593009488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/132732306593009488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/05/something-new.html' title='Something New  . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmnboM-_cts/Tcfufl3Q5xI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/JGFpfoXnTSI/s72-c/5675458209_eeab2600b6_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-118196553289461298</id><published>2011-04-26T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:47:00.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"i don't have an easter shirt"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cf.mp-cdn.net/a5/c8/c05e5e6b6fc24db2c16be493d6fb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://cf.mp-cdn.net/a5/c8/c05e5e6b6fc24db2c16be493d6fb.jpg" width="265px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Thursday I had the joy of meeting a 4 year old girl while at the doctors office with Nikki.&amp;nbsp; She came in with her mom and she was wearing a Hello Kitty shirt . . .&amp;nbsp; if you do not know, I love Hello Kitty . . .&amp;nbsp;she is the best cat I know . . .&amp;nbsp; I began to talk with her about her shirt, when all of a sudden, she told me "I don't have an Easter shirt".&amp;nbsp; "no way", I said, "i do not have an Easter shirt either, what are we going to do now?"&lt;br /&gt;I had to find out what exactly an Easter shirt was, so I asked . . . she told me it has to have "EASTER SHIRT" printed on the back of the shirt . . . now come on, do you have an Easter shirt?&amp;nbsp; Where do you go to get said Easter shirt.&amp;nbsp; It is always refreshing to chat with a 4 year old to realise what is really important in this world.&amp;nbsp; Have a great day.&amp;nbsp; Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-118196553289461298?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/118196553289461298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=118196553289461298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/118196553289461298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/118196553289461298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-have-easter-shirt.html' title='&quot;i don&apos;t have an easter shirt&quot;'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-5147359141785980954</id><published>2011-04-19T12:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:45:28.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rushing waters . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ieastgate.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/rapids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i8="true" src="http://ieastgate.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/rapids.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;my&amp;nbsp;mind at time is like water flowing&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;a river . . . when life rains hard, the water rises and rushes by, when things are dry, the water flows like a slow trickle . . .&amp;nbsp;most days though the water is just doing as it does normally . . . moving through at a lazy pace . . . it seems as though my emotions also play a role in the rushing of the waters in my mind and heart . . . when I am up, things are hoping . . . when I am down, things are dragging.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;i am angry, do not get near, you may be swept under, when I am dry, it is no fun to try to swim . . . a lot of thought all to say . . . i do not like to be an angry man . . . i am so patient with those&amp;nbsp;i do not know and so easily frustrated by those closest to me.&amp;nbsp; why? it just does not make sense.&amp;nbsp; i love my life, i love my family, i love my kids . . . but many times in the course of a week, i am short, course and angry over little things . . . where does this come from?&amp;nbsp; i do not fully understand me and my own actions at times.&amp;nbsp; i like the me that is so&amp;nbsp;likable, and i want to become a better likable me . . . i want to have a positive influence on my wife and kids . . . life is already full of burdens, i do not want to become another burden on them.&amp;nbsp; i want o encourage them, love them and lead them as a good man would.&amp;nbsp; i pray for peace and patience with my family . . . peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-5147359141785980954?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/5147359141785980954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=5147359141785980954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5147359141785980954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5147359141785980954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/04/rushing-waters.html' title='rushing waters . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7070718206364585073</id><published>2011-04-12T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:23:29.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stop sitting so much . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3PO8aeGKpI/TVhbfhM1RPI/AAAAAAAABN8/MvpyRoXj5fk/s1600/Man+Sitting+-+Back+View+%25281964+-+Wayne+Thiebaud%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3PO8aeGKpI/TVhbfhM1RPI/AAAAAAAABN8/MvpyRoXj5fk/s640/Man+Sitting+-+Back+View+%25281964+-+Wayne+Thiebaud%2529.jpg" width="507" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Just read and interesting article about sitting too much.&amp;nbsp; In this article they had this quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"But if you stop thinking about exercise as an activity, and instead think of it as a lifestyle, it’s easier to make healthy choices throughout the day. In other words: Stop trying to be fit, and start trying to live fit."&amp;nbsp; The article is found &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.net/experts/menshealth/most-dangerous-thing-youll-do-all-day"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have had this very same thought about many subjects in my life.&amp;nbsp; Why try to be or do something . . . why not do it . . . do you try to eat?&amp;nbsp; no you just eat . . . do you try to run . . . trying to run is not running, it is something else, running is running . . . I also told one of my students to stop trying to be a follower of Jesus, and just do follow Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I have to be reminded of this each and every day . . . I want to be a follower of Jesus . . . what dose that mean?&amp;nbsp; it means that I follow Jesus . . . it is not an activity, it is a lifestyle.&amp;nbsp; The same with I want to lose weight and be more healthy . . . it is about me being and about me living the lifestyle . . . Life is not a destination, it is the journey . . . Life is the Journey . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/6999828943030231868-7070718206364585073?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7070718206364585073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7070718206364585073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7070718206364585073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7070718206364585073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/04/stop-sitting-so-much.html' title='stop sitting so much . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3PO8aeGKpI/TVhbfhM1RPI/AAAAAAAABN8/MvpyRoXj5fk/s72-c/Man+Sitting+-+Back+View+%25281964+-+Wayne+Thiebaud%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-3860466866362098442</id><published>2011-04-12T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:52:53.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have decided  . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PxPu2oWxFfE/TaRYoFxcRyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/K1keRmEWACQ/s1600/t2i_586x186.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="101" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PxPu2oWxFfE/TaRYoFxcRyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/K1keRmEWACQ/s320/t2i_586x186.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At least for now I have decided that my camera of choice is the &lt;a href="http://www.usa.canon.com/cusa/consumer/products/cameras/slr_cameras/eos_rebel_t2i_ef_s_18_55mm_is_kit"&gt;Canon T2i&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I saw it at Costco the other day with my wife, and I thought . . . there it is a camera I would really like to have.&amp;nbsp; Currently and for the past few years I have used Olympus point and shoot cameras.&amp;nbsp; They have done me well.&amp;nbsp; However, since I left my film camera in the case, I have not had the joy of using and SLR.&amp;nbsp; I miss the features of the SLR and look forward to using a DSLR.&amp;nbsp; Now on to the money stacking . . . I hope to be able to find a two lens bundle with the body and an extra battery with a great memory card for around $1,000.&amp;nbsp; All this dreaming while I am also trying to lose debt . . . why does money or the lack of it have to get in the way of so many things.&amp;nbsp; I often ponder what it would be like&amp;nbsp;to have enough money for all the things I want to do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would say to never have to worry about money, but even people that have money spend much of their time worried about there money.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe a desire to have more money.&amp;nbsp; I also struggle as a man with the desire to be simple, and to live simple.&amp;nbsp; Is it OK to be a simple man and have a thousand dollar camera?&amp;nbsp; Taking photos is a hobby,&amp;nbsp; I currently do not make money with any of my photos, but I want to put this money into something that I enjoy doing.&amp;nbsp; I think that is okay, and I believe my wife would agree.&amp;nbsp; I have thought of selling some of my pens in order to generate some of this money . . . but I am having separation anxiety.&amp;nbsp; I see it though as not so much as taking a thousand away from my family, but transferring the money I already have invested into something else I desire.&amp;nbsp; Does any of this make sense.&amp;nbsp; I know it is trivial, but it is on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Life is going well for me these past few weeks.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful that the heavyness of the winter months is moving out as the newness of the spring brings sun and warmth.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for today and for this moment.&amp;nbsp; I trust you are well.&amp;nbsp; I miss chatting with whoever reads.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for your time.&amp;nbsp; Have a great day.&amp;nbsp; Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-3860466866362098442?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/3860466866362098442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=3860466866362098442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3860466866362098442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3860466866362098442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-decided.html' title='I have decided  . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PxPu2oWxFfE/TaRYoFxcRyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/K1keRmEWACQ/s72-c/t2i_586x186.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-5514549566718894252</id><published>2011-03-31T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:19:29.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>among my dendrites . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D51e2dP4N2c/TZSagIRZfVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/kZtwGBmIUpA/s1600/97264325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D51e2dP4N2c/TZSagIRZfVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/kZtwGBmIUpA/s320/97264325.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Falling in love with a new website . . . &lt;a href="http://www.fiftytwostories.com/"&gt;http://www.fiftytwostories.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; My favorite Author Jennifer Haigh has a story called &lt;a href="http://www.fiftytwostories.com/?m=200906"&gt;Broken Star&lt;/a&gt; on this site . . . You all may have know about it for years, but I enjoy short stories . . . Jennifer has a new book coming out in May, I can not wait . . . It is called &lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/books/Faith-Jennifer-Haigh/?isbn=9780060755805"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a blessed man, and I am thankful for life.&amp;nbsp; Who knows what tomorrow holds, but I do&amp;nbsp;know that It is well with my soul.&amp;nbsp; I have been living in some dark days this past few months . . . my heart has been heavy, and now the light has again come in and illuminated my soul.&amp;nbsp; I do not know weather it was the weather, or was it life, or maybe a little of both . . . Life has a way of pushing in on us at times, and I guess this past few months were part of that time for me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to blog, and I want to blog more, but this is it for today . . . peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-5514549566718894252?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/5514549566718894252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=5514549566718894252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5514549566718894252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5514549566718894252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/03/falling-in-love-with-new-website.html' title='among my dendrites . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D51e2dP4N2c/TZSagIRZfVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/kZtwGBmIUpA/s72-c/97264325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-569188105228002671</id><published>2011-03-25T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:19:38.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaking . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xo0OErANJjM/TY0T4g7z_MI/AAAAAAAAA4A/chm2b8aY7rs/s1600/P3200084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xo0OErANJjM/TY0T4g7z_MI/AAAAAAAAA4A/chm2b8aY7rs/s400/P3200084.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just some thoughts from my mind . . . I have been working with Weight Watchers this past two weeks with some success, and for this I must admit I am thankful and ready to continue to enjoy life and learn to live a little leaner . . .&amp;nbsp; sort of like 100+ lbs leaner . . . Also learning about money from Dave Ramsey . . . and learning to live in more freedom, I am tired of being a slave.&amp;nbsp; A slave to food makes me fat, a slave to debt makes me stressed . . . which also makes me eat and makes me fat . . . Working on me to be the best me I can be each and every day . . . my mantra is to be the Tortoise . . . one step at a time, weighing my decisions as I move day by day . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h-h43S2zMxk/TY0UQG9r0SI/AAAAAAAAA4E/It7CsuDKWGE/s1600/P6050057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h-h43S2zMxk/TY0UQG9r0SI/AAAAAAAAA4E/It7CsuDKWGE/s320/P6050057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I blog because of &lt;a href="http://froomla.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and for that I am thankful . . . I have meet some wonderful folks on here and I want to thank you for being a great teacher and a friend . . . so here is what I took from a recent conversation . . . Things I should know and do . . . "express yourself" . . . was the first suggestion, i take that to mean let folks and the world know what I think, believe and ponder . . . I do like to do this, and to do this with others is such a wonderful thing.&amp;nbsp; I am created as a people person, I live&amp;nbsp;to love and encourage folks as they walk this thing called life.&amp;nbsp; You also shared with me to "try new things", I am ready, and willing to try new things . . . I am always look for things that interest me in the world I live in as well as outside my world.&amp;nbsp; If anyone has any suggestions send them my way . . . I like new things . . .&amp;nbsp; and then you said . . . "do not be afraid to break out of your box" . . . The comfort zone is so, well comfortable at times . . . we can get stuck in our own way of doing things, a box if you will.&amp;nbsp; I do not know how to break out, but I will begin to see this as an opportunity to learn and grow.&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed this week.&amp;nbsp; It has been a busy, and good week.&amp;nbsp; Busy with work, life,&amp;nbsp;and doctors.&amp;nbsp; Will know something about the knee this coming Monday.&amp;nbsp; I hope it is a great word . . . well, I will come back some time and post more, but for now enjoy your day.&amp;nbsp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo: top - my 45th b-day cake, middle - friend from freshman year)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-569188105228002671?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/569188105228002671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=569188105228002671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/569188105228002671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/569188105228002671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/03/leaking.html' title='Leaking . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xo0OErANJjM/TY0T4g7z_MI/AAAAAAAAA4A/chm2b8aY7rs/s72-c/P3200084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-8600980756183832633</id><published>2011-03-23T09:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:48:06.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GSIeIQfmV_U/TYn6Bo_WFSI/AAAAAAAAA38/RBSWf9-R5l0/s1600/19259_681704232648_55716478_38939106_4804303_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GSIeIQfmV_U/TYn6Bo_WFSI/AAAAAAAAA38/RBSWf9-R5l0/s320/19259_681704232648_55716478_38939106_4804303_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a blog post that I put together on another blog page . . . I decided to close that other blog page and only have one blog page . . . so then here it is . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First post . . . what is in the name . I wanted to use enjoy the moment, however it has been taken. So off I went to find a new word . . . I found Occupy. I believe it is a good word for what I hope to accomplish. My goal by this blog is to encourage you the reader as I the writer am being encouraged to live fully in each moment. I came across this &lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/200810/the-art-now-six-steps-living-in-the-moment"&gt;Post&lt;/a&gt; about living in the moment. It is encouraging. I share it here with you today. Have a wonderful day and listen to this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fORAPkfVV_A&amp;amp;safety_mode=true&amp;amp;persist_safety_mode=1"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; after you read the post. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-8600980756183832633?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/8600980756183832633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=8600980756183832633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8600980756183832633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8600980756183832633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/03/breathe.html' title='Breathe -'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GSIeIQfmV_U/TYn6Bo_WFSI/AAAAAAAAA38/RBSWf9-R5l0/s72-c/19259_681704232648_55716478_38939106_4804303_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-6933007392318032488</id><published>2011-03-22T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:05:07.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for a moment . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LgrnfmBIF-E/TYjV5tbfgqI/AAAAAAAAA34/vP6Ekv3pz4U/s1600/5538332747_7e00780c4c_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LgrnfmBIF-E/TYjV5tbfgqI/AAAAAAAAA34/vP6Ekv3pz4U/s400/5538332747_7e00780c4c_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sitting here for a moment thinking.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for things currently . . . I know that things change and life changes, and our place in life is up and down . . . but for the moment it is nice to enjoy things . . . This past few months has been difficult, blame it on the winter blues, I do not know.&amp;nbsp; Say it is a middle aged thing . . . just turned 45 a few days ago . . . There is something about living in and enjoying the moment that is so wonderful, not always easy though.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Been learning&amp;nbsp;about money life at &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/fpu/home/"&gt;FPU&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; . . . I am so tired of being a slave to others financially.&amp;nbsp; This class has been good for my wife and I.&amp;nbsp; We have been married 22+ years and money has had a way of coming in hard and going out to others way too quickly.&amp;nbsp; Well, we are taking the steps now, baby steps, to get our financial house in order.&amp;nbsp; This is a great family goal.&amp;nbsp; And the class has given us HOPE . . . Hope is sometimes the power that drives us to action . . .&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for this class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Spent my Birthday weekend with my wife at the Amway Grand Hotel in Grand Rapids, Michigan.&amp;nbsp; That was wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I will have to share that with you in another blog.&amp;nbsp; Have a great day.&amp;nbsp; Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(photo above is Diana and I before we got married in 1987)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-6933007392318032488?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/6933007392318032488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=6933007392318032488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6933007392318032488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6933007392318032488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-moment.html' title='for a moment . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LgrnfmBIF-E/TYjV5tbfgqI/AAAAAAAAA34/vP6Ekv3pz4U/s72-c/5538332747_7e00780c4c_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7364998355331391065</id><published>2011-03-05T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:26:19.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the snow melts . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VeJB4xbUskk/TXJG9V3J4wI/AAAAAAAAA30/G_lRGUppP-U/s1600/P2220003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VeJB4xbUskk/TXJG9V3J4wI/AAAAAAAAA30/G_lRGUppP-U/s320/P2220003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, it is a truth here near my home . . . the snow is melting.&amp;nbsp; I am so ready for spring to spring and the winter to move back to its home.&amp;nbsp; I have the joy of living near two creeks.&amp;nbsp; They are full to the rim and ready to spill over like a cup that can no longer contain its liquid.&amp;nbsp; I am ready to embrace warmer weather and outdoor movement again.&amp;nbsp; I am ready to see my neighbors who have been hibernating this winter away much like myself.&amp;nbsp; I am ready to hear the birds, see the new growth and enjoy the warmth.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite season?&amp;nbsp; I love the spring with all the newness of it, and I love the fall with the explosion of color . . . they are both my favorite seasons.&amp;nbsp; Well that is all I have to say about that today . . . Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7364998355331391065?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7364998355331391065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7364998355331391065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7364998355331391065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7364998355331391065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-snow-melts.html' title='When the snow melts . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VeJB4xbUskk/TXJG9V3J4wI/AAAAAAAAA30/G_lRGUppP-U/s72-c/P2220003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-5898815974090974608</id><published>2011-03-04T02:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T02:41:38.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a philosophy . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/46625910@N04/5494501339/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5294/5494501339_942882e555_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/46625910@N04/5494501339/"&gt;62 / 365&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/46625910@N04/"&gt;Eli Na&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love this wonderful shot, and the wisdom of the Pooh . . .&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-5898815974090974608?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/5898815974090974608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=5898815974090974608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5898815974090974608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5898815974090974608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/03/philosophy.html' title='a philosophy . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5294/5494501339_942882e555_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1503519333355430123</id><published>2011-03-02T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:58:12.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't have a terrible day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/run2standstill/5487436587/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5019/5487436587_56601026e9_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/run2standstill/5487436587/"&gt;don't have a terrible day&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/run2standstill/"&gt;run2standstill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loved this photo found here on flickr.  I have been sick for several days.  I am tired of not feeling well, and ready to return to normal life.  Yes, I have been home, trying to feel better.  I am beginning to feel better today.  I am going to a meeting tonight.  And I will be a work for the balance of the week, come on body, get better . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1503519333355430123?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1503519333355430123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1503519333355430123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1503519333355430123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1503519333355430123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/03/don-have-terrible-day.html' title='don&amp;#39;t have a terrible day'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5019/5487436587_56601026e9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2870064107083271146</id><published>2011-02-28T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:07:47.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/minugia/5436731978/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/5436731978_7bbfa651f6_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/minugia/5436731978/"&gt;Fire balloon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/minugia/"&gt;Minugia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it is no secret that I love balloons, they are great.  I also enjoy flickr.  this is a wonderful photo.  just wanted to share it with you all . . . have fun  . . . Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2870064107083271146?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2870064107083271146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2870064107083271146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2870064107083271146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2870064107083271146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/02/fire-balloon.html' title='Fire balloon'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/5436731978_7bbfa651f6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-6046713573856984955</id><published>2011-02-25T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:34:24.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my mind now . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHBpXShYDw8/TWgD2WGXoxI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vGEO1V7KISw/s1600/PC310515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHBpXShYDw8/TWgD2WGXoxI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vGEO1V7KISw/s320/PC310515.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Okay, so I have not posted in some time . . . for that I feel kinda bad, I love to post, I love to think, I love to write, I love to contemplate, I love to ruminate, I love to capitulate, I love to resonate, I love so many things that involve thought and interaction with self as well as with others, and when I do not do what I love, I kinda feel bad about it, because I love it so much . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So here is the deal, again with much self improvement going on .&amp;nbsp;. . So money has been a problem in my life much of my life,&amp;nbsp; not that I do not have enough, or that I want something out there that I can not have . . . but controlling the money I have, and using it or making it do what I want it to do . . . it comes down to self discipline&amp;nbsp;. . . and decisions.&amp;nbsp; I do not like to tell me no . . . but often no is the best thing to say.&amp;nbsp; I am not a spend-o-halic or nothing . . . just not disciplined.&amp;nbsp; Diana and I are learning as we take this Financial Peace University class taught by Dave Ramsey.&amp;nbsp; He is not perfect, nor am I, but he does have some great ideas on how to make money behave . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want to read more this year, and for that to happen, I must hit the off button on the remote, and pick up the book.&amp;nbsp; I have books, I have the chair, I have the light, and I really do have the time . . . again back to the idea of discipline, or self discipline.&amp;nbsp; Now mind you I love to read, and I enjoy the experience in my head as the characters are developed in my mind . . . it is so enjoyable, but I let the TV rule me at times . . . "boo on that", I say.&amp;nbsp; To the book I go and off on the trial I trod . . .&lt;/div&gt;Big boy is not what I want my legacy to be, nor do I want the up charge for the larger box at the end of the story . . . nor do I want to hasten the end of said story . . .&amp;nbsp; I am working out again at the gym which is wonderful . . . now back to that self discipline thing,&amp;nbsp; Eat Less, move more . . . is a motto I must repeat . . .&lt;br /&gt;Well there you go, Tim in a moment for the moment . . . I miss blogging, and I will return and share with you the story that is me . . . peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-6046713573856984955?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/6046713573856984955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=6046713573856984955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6046713573856984955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6046713573856984955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-mind-now.html' title='my mind now . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHBpXShYDw8/TWgD2WGXoxI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vGEO1V7KISw/s72-c/PC310515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-3454396611027388064</id><published>2011-02-23T22:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:19:22.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amandabel/5469479083/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5100/5469479083_222a71c777_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/amandabel/5469479083/"&gt;Balloon Day!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/amandabel/"&gt;Amanda *Bake It Pretty*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need me a balloon day . . . these are great balloons, and the smile is awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-3454396611027388064?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/3454396611027388064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=3454396611027388064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3454396611027388064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3454396611027388064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/02/balloon-day.html' title='Balloon Day!'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5100/5469479083_222a71c777_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4836386630932219402</id><published>2011-02-21T00:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:50:34.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>red balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/connietill/5455482197/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5298/5455482197_1123d4a5db_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/connietill/5455482197/"&gt;red balloon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/connietill/"&gt;connie till&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is another flickr find that is great . . . did you ever see the movie called the red balloon?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-4836386630932219402?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4836386630932219402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4836386630932219402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4836386630932219402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4836386630932219402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/02/red-balloon.html' title='red balloon'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5298/5455482197_1123d4a5db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1661863120005582326</id><published>2011-02-21T00:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:35:10.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage / Retro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kellyjpetersen/5459737552/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5297/5459737552_817e53c171_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/kellyjpetersen/5459737552/"&gt;Vintage / Retro&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kellyjpetersen/"&gt;Kelly J. Petersen (Photography)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Balloons are wonderful, and this is a great photo with real old world quality . . . peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1661863120005582326?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1661863120005582326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1661863120005582326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1661863120005582326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1661863120005582326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/02/vintage-retro.html' title='Vintage / Retro'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5297/5459737552_817e53c171_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-25829187712198583</id><published>2011-01-16T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:34:00.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turned upside down . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/TTM5vNbN6HI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/aRAlAsXrHDc/s1600/P1010531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/TTM5vNbN6HI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/aRAlAsXrHDc/s320/P1010531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;FLIP . . . did not see this one coming . . . but here I am all out of sorts.&amp;nbsp; Having the most incredible odd feelings ever in my life about my life.&amp;nbsp; To say that I kinda do not like where I am currently, may prove to be an understatement.&amp;nbsp; However with this being said . . . I believe I am here, now, in this place for a reason.&amp;nbsp; I am hear to learn something about me, about life, and about God.&amp;nbsp; I just know it.&amp;nbsp; I did not choose to be here, but I am here.&amp;nbsp; Some of the greatest things I have ever learned about me and life, I learned in these type of circumstances.&amp;nbsp; I just pray that I have faith, and trust . . . to be able to learn and grow through even this day, place, feeling, what ever the heck it really is, or really where I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-25829187712198583?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/25829187712198583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=25829187712198583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/25829187712198583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/25829187712198583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2011/01/turned-upside-down.html' title='Turned upside down . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/TTM5vNbN6HI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/aRAlAsXrHDc/s72-c/P1010531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-8206006559751644434</id><published>2010-12-03T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:42:35.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So really</title><content type='html'>Can you believe I found my pin drive.  Yep, found it at home.  That makes me feel really bad.  I am feeling bad on several fronts.  Life has a way of kicking you in the butt at times.  I guess this is my time for a little but kicking.  Well, that is my story for tonight.  Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-8206006559751644434?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/8206006559751644434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=8206006559751644434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8206006559751644434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8206006559751644434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-really.html' title='So really'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1501134780868715286</id><published>2010-12-03T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:11:54.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the run</title><content type='html'>Sitting here today realizing that I lost my pin drive last week.  I believe I may have left it in my room here in the school at a teachers desk.  I asked the teacher if I left it, they said they do not remember seeing it, however someone else who works in the room remembers something about it.  So now what to do.  Bottom line I lost it, and possibly someone else found it.  Finders keepers right?  I am bummed out that I lost it, it had photos, info, addresses, all my s bool saved files.  I am so bummed out.  How do you feel when you lose stuff?  I get physically sick when I lose something that I value.  I do not have many things that I value- my pens, my camera and photos, my writing, and now my portable pin drive.  I will look my house over again, but I think it may be gone . . .  Now on to the truth that I believe stuff, clutter kills.  I am bummed out wiu the clutter in my life.  My office is full of junk and i want to clean it and purge the trash.  &lt;br /&gt;I have two more days and i will finish my 365 project.  This past month has been the most difficult.  I am not very creative,  I love balloons, but I tried to use many things during the year.  It is cool to look at my year in photos.  I have been blessed beyond belief and I am thankful.  I will blog again soon:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1501134780868715286?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1501134780868715286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1501134780868715286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1501134780868715286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1501134780868715286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts-on-run.html' title='Thoughts on the run'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2834257273197974580</id><published>2010-11-04T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:43:13.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Several  years ago . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/TNLwkEx7GBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/OC4GAXXpibI/s1600/sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/TNLwkEx7GBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/OC4GAXXpibI/s320/sunset.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I began to blog in this very room.&amp;nbsp; I am in the Graphic Arts room at Novi High School.&amp;nbsp; The Internet is not blocked for a moment.&amp;nbsp; It was here that I learned to blog.&amp;nbsp; I like to blog, but I have been away for some time.&amp;nbsp; I can not believe how fast time goes . . . and how quickly the days pass without even noticing at times.&amp;nbsp; I have been busy but what have I been doing?&amp;nbsp; I will blog more soon . . . miss you all.&amp;nbsp; Peace&lt;br /&gt;photo found at: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxtitJkDImE/TB3VElxeC6I/AAAAAAAAAqs/JHBmYVqukaQ/s1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxtitJkDImE/TB3VElxeC6I/AAAAAAAAAqs/JHBmYVqukaQ/s1600/sunset.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2834257273197974580?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2834257273197974580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2834257273197974580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2834257273197974580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2834257273197974580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/11/several-years-ago.html' title='Several  years ago . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/TNLwkEx7GBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/OC4GAXXpibI/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-3381321481941013718</id><published>2010-07-23T06:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T06:35:55.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Side of the Bed . . .</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a less than steller day . . . yesterday was my day.&amp;nbsp; For what ever reason, I was out to lunch.&amp;nbsp; No, I was just a crazy man.&amp;nbsp; Ask my kids.&amp;nbsp; I hope they make it through this crazy thing . . . No, no one had to go to the hospital, but I was frustrated with just about everything.&amp;nbsp; I just hate days like that.&amp;nbsp; They seem like such a waste.&amp;nbsp; Well, off to a new day and a new adventure.&amp;nbsp; Time to ask forgiveness, and forgive myself.&amp;nbsp; Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-3381321481941013718?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/3381321481941013718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=3381321481941013718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3381321481941013718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3381321481941013718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/07/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Wrong Side of the Bed . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-668551752036651880</id><published>2010-06-15T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:39:44.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zhangdi_204/4639880994/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4639880994_b3f39406b5_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/zhangdi_204/4639880994/"&gt;Reflection&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/zhangdi_204/"&gt;♫muxu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is a cool photo that I found on flickr . . . have a great day  . . . also what are you thinking about today?&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-668551752036651880?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/668551752036651880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=668551752036651880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/668551752036651880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/668551752036651880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/06/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4639880994_b3f39406b5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-6607287330838663792</id><published>2010-06-15T11:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:48:28.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>teddy bear eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11908041@N00/4702989987/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4702989987_fa407a6189_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/11908041@N00/4702989987/"&gt;teddy bear eyes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11908041@N00/"&gt;SoullooN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, It has been too long . . . I have been learning and growing each day.  School is over this week.  this is a photo from a few weeks ago while I was being crazy in class with my students.  I am so blessed and I am thankful for the opportunity I have to love people where they are in life.  Have fun today.  Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-6607287330838663792?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/6607287330838663792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=6607287330838663792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6607287330838663792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6607287330838663792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/06/teddy-bear-eyes.html' title='teddy bear eyes'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4702989987_fa407a6189_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-8686124194746492208</id><published>2010-05-19T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:39:01.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest for the good life . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S_P32J7K_oI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iuAEeavb0aE/s1600/GoodLifeBannerB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S_P32J7K_oI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iuAEeavb0aE/s400/GoodLifeBannerB.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is the "Good Life"?&amp;nbsp; there you go, a short blog . . . help me think it through . . . I will add some of my own thoughts along the way . . .peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-8686124194746492208?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/8686124194746492208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=8686124194746492208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8686124194746492208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8686124194746492208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/05/quest-for-good-life.html' title='Quest for the good life . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S_P32J7K_oI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iuAEeavb0aE/s72-c/GoodLifeBannerB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-6563438215419609356</id><published>2010-05-02T01:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:08:35.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S90HZykCO-I/AAAAAAAAA28/T5rRYqCciMs/s1600/lafayette-grande-banquet-facility__15_.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S90HZykCO-I/AAAAAAAAA28/T5rRYqCciMs/s320/lafayette-grande-banquet-facility__15_.jpg" width="320" border="0" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;So today was the first day of May.  I am in Pontiac Michigan for the evening.  I can not sleep, so here I am on the net at the hotel.  I was able to officiate the a wedding for some friends from church.  We had a great time.  The wedding was good, the fellowship was good, the food was good.  The wedding was held at the Lafayette Grande in Pontiac.  I guess this place was built some time in the 1920's and was originally a Masonic Temple.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S90HdU6EXXI/AAAAAAAAA3A/wz2ATHcTgEA/s1600/building_lafayette_grande_postcard_001.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="207" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S90HdU6EXXI/AAAAAAAAA3A/wz2ATHcTgEA/s320/building_lafayette_grande_postcard_001.jpg" width="320" border="0" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I am so thankful to be able to be part of folks lives along the way.  It is amazing to walk through life with other folks.  The challenge becomes how do I interact with my wife and kids the way I am able to work with others.  I have so much to learn.  I want to be a better husband and a much better dad.  I am so thankful for my family.  Well, that is enough for today which is actually tomorrow.  Have fun. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-6563438215419609356?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/6563438215419609356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=6563438215419609356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6563438215419609356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6563438215419609356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-day.html' title='May Day . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S90HZykCO-I/AAAAAAAAA28/T5rRYqCciMs/s72-c/lafayette-grande-banquet-facility__15_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-660467965254979433</id><published>2010-04-20T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:12:47.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW dreaming on a TATA nano budget . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S83fgIpeRPI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/peb_-VeLWw4/s1600/25613_700518528648_55716478_39492003_6575235_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S83fgIpeRPI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/peb_-VeLWw4/s320/25613_700518528648_55716478_39492003_6575235_n.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here I am at school today . . . fourth block, a few moments away from going to the gym. Thinking about life a little. I dream of one day owning a BMW. I had the joy of test driving a BMW 530 this past weekend. I also bought my birthday gift - a key ring from BMW. It is nice and I hold my work keys on it. Now on to the real thoughts for the day . . .&lt;br /&gt;Do not create debt . . . no matter what . . . fight hard to pay for things as you go . . . and do not go into health debt either, it is hard work to get out from under the weight.&amp;nbsp; It seems like I am hyper focused on my weight . . . however it is not the weight I am looking at as much as the road I am currently on in my attempts to downsize.&amp;nbsp; I know I am on the long road of recovery, and that I accept.&amp;nbsp; It is a daily reminder to remain on this narrow road.&amp;nbsp; I must remind myself of the goal that lays ahead, and continue to push towards that goal.&amp;nbsp; both deal with debt in my life . . . freeing myself from the&amp;nbsp;slaver of financial debt as well as freedom from the weight that holds me down and back.&amp;nbsp; Well, enough of a rant for today . . . enjoy the moment . . . peace&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-660467965254979433?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/660467965254979433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=660467965254979433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/660467965254979433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/660467965254979433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/04/bmw-dreaming-on-tata-nano-budget.html' title='BMW dreaming on a TATA nano budget . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S83fgIpeRPI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/peb_-VeLWw4/s72-c/25613_700518528648_55716478_39492003_6575235_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7538284323039662237</id><published>2010-04-14T12:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:13:52.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S83gyj9JXBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/1OSqPyP9cYY/s1600/4498694257_3dec3dc9c0_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462269082320067602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S83gyj9JXBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/1OSqPyP9cYY/s400/4498694257_3dec3dc9c0_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are . . . Still above 300 lbs, but not by much. I can not believe I have been so out of it this past few weeks. Back to the Gym on monday, and feeling good about that. I want to be below 300 never to look back. I am feeling better from my sickness, still a little weak, but better. I am thankful to be back at school and with the students. Diana and I start facilitating a class tonight at church. I am excited about this opportunity. I got a i touch, and I can download some cool Podcasts. I am thankful to be able to think, and blog. I will write more soon. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7538284323039662237?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7538284323039662237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7538284323039662237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7538284323039662237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7538284323039662237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-we-are.html' title='Here we are . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S83gyj9JXBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/1OSqPyP9cYY/s72-c/4498694257_3dec3dc9c0_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-32390199785495031</id><published>2010-04-01T18:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:22:16.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On sickness . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S7Ub7nEDj4I/AAAAAAAAA00/8Zyk-vNshSU/s1600/P3280103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455297234541449090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S7Ub7nEDj4I/AAAAAAAAA00/8Zyk-vNshSU/s400/P3280103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being sick . . . let me be one of those ones that holler out the obvious . . . I know no one likes to be sick, but I really hate it. I hate the seclusion - me without people is not good. I need folks in my life . . . being a people persons in seclusion is like taking a fish out of water . . . I am finally feeling a little better and for that I am thankful . . . I want to talk to you . . . send me a note or something . . . peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-32390199785495031?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/32390199785495031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=32390199785495031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/32390199785495031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/32390199785495031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-sickness.html' title='On sickness . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S7Ub7nEDj4I/AAAAAAAAA00/8Zyk-vNshSU/s72-c/P3280103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4361218100803088821</id><published>2010-03-23T11:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:07:19.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I get all up . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S6jnLy9QUrI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JcxqKQmk4DM/s1600-h/EyeSpeck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451861538775257778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S6jnLy9QUrI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JcxqKQmk4DM/s400/EyeSpeck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know why this is, but I get all up in the energy and emotions at times about things I can not control . . . it is crazy, and to kick the cow on the way out, things I can control and are my responsibility, i some how allow myself the freedom of not dealing with that issue. Odd, I know, and perplexing at times. It is the old splinter, log in the eye story from the Gospels . . . Why is it that we can see someone else's fault and want to point them out the first moment we can, and we are so long suffering with our own foolishness . . . This is a bummer as I think about the things in my day. Look at it this way, I would like to think that that I am other minded, but all you have to do is drive with me for about five minutes to find out that I do think the world revolves around me. I hate being so selfish, but I am just so dang good at it . . . Have you ever been here? What do you do to combat this feeling? I need a little input . . . peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-4361218100803088821?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4361218100803088821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4361218100803088821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4361218100803088821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4361218100803088821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-get-all-up.html' title='I get all up . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S6jnLy9QUrI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JcxqKQmk4DM/s72-c/EyeSpeck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-5301956530446387851</id><published>2010-03-17T13:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:28:32.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days of my 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11908041@N00/4439130833/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4439130833_c3a2d671d5_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/11908041@N00/4439130833/"&gt;almost day 100 photo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11908041@N00/"&gt;SoullooN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the first 100 days are now in the books.  And I am almost 30 lbs less than I once was.  I am at the door step of breaking 300 lbs.  I can not wait.  Taking a step each and every day in order to reach this goal.  It has been over two years since I was under 300.  I am tired and would love a hug today.  However, I am doing well.  Ran for the first time on the outdoor track with my boys last night.  It was great.  Weights and Eliptical right after school, then off to church - to learn about the Kingdom of Heaven . . .  I have so much to learn.  have a blessed day. Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-5301956530446387851?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/5301956530446387851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=5301956530446387851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5301956530446387851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5301956530446387851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/03/100-days-of-my-365.html' title='100 days of my 365'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4439130833_c3a2d671d5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2251364422872247871</id><published>2010-03-05T13:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:08:30.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/squeakypeach/4407330257/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4407330257_8f4ca57fe5_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/squeakypeach/4407330257/"&gt;Outtake&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/squeakypeach/"&gt;squeakypeach4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bring on spring . . .  I loved this wonderful photo . . . Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2251364422872247871?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2251364422872247871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2251364422872247871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2251364422872247871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2251364422872247871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun.html' title='fun . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4407330257_8f4ca57fe5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-3167773664959389852</id><published>2010-03-01T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:43:59.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mironabside/4072110512/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2691/4072110512_5d5f103ebb_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/mironabside/4072110512/"&gt;send your love&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mironabside/"&gt;milkysoldier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe it or not, i find life when i engage people . . . this photo is how I feel most of the time . . . Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-3167773664959389852?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/3167773664959389852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=3167773664959389852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3167773664959389852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3167773664959389852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-you.html' title='I need you . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2691/4072110512_5d5f103ebb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-388256784688600164</id><published>2010-02-24T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:48:27.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>try again . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S4VmY2Y2_cI/AAAAAAAAA0k/3cl9b_FYpCE/s1600-h/4372378067_159957f2e7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441868301849787842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S4VmY2Y2_cI/AAAAAAAAA0k/3cl9b_FYpCE/s400/4372378067_159957f2e7_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work with students with special needs in a high school . . . I learn some life lessons from them often. Many times these students are overlooked because they do not capture our attention or make the newspaper highlight page. However, I have had the privilege to work with them and get to know them. One of my students says "try again. . ." whenever he makes a mistake or someone else makes a mistake. I do not care who you are, or what you do, that is just good advice. I can not tell you how many times I have let a mistake or a failure sidetrack me, when all I really needed to do was "try again . . ." What in your life is kicking your butt? For me it is my weight and my being an effective dad. I am giving them both all I have, but I have to remind myself often to keep going, and when I do mess up, I now tell myself . . . "try again . . ." Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-388256784688600164?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/388256784688600164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=388256784688600164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/388256784688600164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/388256784688600164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/02/try-again.html' title='try again . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S4VmY2Y2_cI/AAAAAAAAA0k/3cl9b_FYpCE/s72-c/4372378067_159957f2e7_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-382194516827996955</id><published>2010-02-17T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:40:47.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this photo . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/elsvo/4365489868/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4365489868_4b40c43c64_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/elsvo/4365489868/"&gt;135&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/elsvo/"&gt;elsvo (back to 365)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this young lady takes some wonderful photos, and i thought this one was cool.  I love the eyes.  Enjoy your day . . . it is all you have.  Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-382194516827996955?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/382194516827996955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=382194516827996955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/382194516827996955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/382194516827996955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-like-this-photo.html' title='I like this photo . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4365489868_4b40c43c64_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7925191240293982018</id><published>2010-02-08T11:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:35:53.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Readers . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S3A9Afx43wI/AAAAAAAAA0c/lyyMs9KD_Ic/s1600-h/4283135973_32fae3f15f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435911828976230146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S3A9Afx43wI/AAAAAAAAA0c/lyyMs9KD_Ic/s400/4283135973_32fae3f15f_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Does the fact that someone, even friends, read this blog change the nature of this blog . . . I must say yes! The fact that this blog is public means that I do not let every thought or feeling out fully. Though I do like this medium to push the limits of thought and at times frustration. A friend and I were chatting about the feeling of anonymity that people feel through the Internet. Sometimes folks do not hold back their thoughts and feeling and let all raw thought spew out . . . Look, things you post on the Net are public . . . simple. If I have something that is very private to say . . . or that I need to get off my chest, I share it with my wife, with my God and if you ever come across my personal Journal, you will quickly learn that I am a flawed man in search of of God's grace and mercy. It is amazing to view my life via my private self, my public self and my thoughts written and never mentioned. I also want to note the power this past month has had on my life as a person. I began to move consistently, and it has helped my overall health and fitness on many levels: physically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and socially. Every level of my life has changed in some manner . . . what a blessing . . . Where are you on this entire thing of how much you let out to the world. What are you thoughts about private and public self? I love to hear you, I learn from you, be a teacher today . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I came across a friends facebook with this wonderful quote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"choosing one path means abandoning others- if you try to follow every possible path you will end up following none." Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I like the overall thought of this quote . . . It is amazing the amount of options most of us have with the gift we call life. This life is short, very short . . . What are we going to do with this gift? Enjoy your day today. I am praying for you. Shoot me a line . . . Let me know if you have any thoughts or topics you would like me to address . . . Peace&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/6999828943030231868-7925191240293982018?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7925191240293982018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7925191240293982018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7925191240293982018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7925191240293982018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/02/friends-and-readers.html' title='Friends and Readers . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S3A9Afx43wI/AAAAAAAAA0c/lyyMs9KD_Ic/s72-c/4283135973_32fae3f15f_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7260813426419848162</id><published>2010-02-04T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:24:22.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colossians 3 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S2sQwLkmXdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/tWY-qsPJpvQ/s1600-h/4329470398_69197e28db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434455795278699986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S2sQwLkmXdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/tWY-qsPJpvQ/s400/4329470398_69197e28db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the joy of reading this section of Scripture from the message bible . . . I thought I would share it with you here today . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1-2 So if you're serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ, act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don't shuffle along, eyes to the ground, absorbed with the things right in front of you. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ—that's where the action is. See things from his perspective.&lt;br /&gt;3-4Your old life is dead. Your new life, which is your real life—even though invisible to spectators—is with Christ in God. He is your life. When Christ (your real life, remember) shows up again on this earth, you'll show up, too—the real you, the glorious you. Meanwhile, be content with obscurity, like Christ.&lt;br /&gt;5-8And that means killing off everything connected with that way of death: sexual promiscuity, impurity, lust, doing whatever you feel like whenever you feel like it, and grabbing whatever attracts your fancy. That's a life shaped by things and feelings instead of by God. It's because of this kind of thing that God is about to explode in anger. It wasn't long ago that you were doing all that stuff and not knowing any better. But you know better now, so make sure it's all gone for good: bad temper, irritability, meanness, profanity, dirty talk.&lt;br /&gt;9-11Don't lie to one another. You're done with that old life. It's like a filthy set of ill-fitting clothes you've stripped off and put in the fire. Now you're dressed in a new wardrobe. Every item of your new way of life is custom-made by the Creator, with his label on it. All the old fashions are now obsolete. Words like Jewish and non-Jewish, religious and irreligious, insider and outsider, uncivilized and uncouth, slave and free, mean nothing. From now on everyone is defined by Christ, everyone is included in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;12-14So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It's your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it.&lt;br /&gt;15-17Let the peace of Christ keep you in tune with each other, in step with each other. None of this going off and doing your own thing. And cultivate thankfulness. Let the Word of Christ—the Message—have the run of the house. Give it plenty of room in your lives. Instruct and direct one another using good common sense. And sing, sing your hearts out to God! Let every detail in your lives—words, actions, whatever—be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;18Wives, understand and support your husbands by submitting to them in ways that honor the Master.&lt;br /&gt;19Husbands, go all out in love for your wives. Don't take advantage of them.&lt;br /&gt;20Children, do what your parents tell you. This delights the Master no end.&lt;br /&gt;21Parents, don't come down too hard on your children or you'll crush their spirits.&lt;br /&gt;22-25Servants, do what you're told by your earthly masters. And don't just do the minimum that will get you by. Do your best. Work from the heart for your real Master, for God, confident that you'll get paid in full when you come into your inheritance. Keep in mind always that the ultimate Master you're serving is Christ. The sullen servant who does shoddy work will be held responsible. Being a follower of Jesus doesn't cover up bad work. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Peterson, Eugene H. The Message : The Bible in Contemporary Language. Colorado Springs, Colo.: NavPress, 2003.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful day . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7260813426419848162?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7260813426419848162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7260813426419848162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7260813426419848162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7260813426419848162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/02/colossians-3.html' title='Colossians 3 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S2sQwLkmXdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/tWY-qsPJpvQ/s72-c/4329470398_69197e28db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1752330021257252214</id><published>2010-02-03T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:34:58.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a long road of recovery . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S2mlpfOYTsI/AAAAAAAAA0M/cjnFgvoxToU/s1600-h/4326325141_15c641161d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434056557574246082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S2mlpfOYTsI/AAAAAAAAA0M/cjnFgvoxToU/s400/4326325141_15c641161d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been lost? Think with me about all the things you were thinking . . . what did you feel? What do you remember seeing? Being lost is not fun, but it is a learning experience on many different levels . . . But what happens when you get lost in life? What do you do? Where do you turn? I must tell you that somewhere along the way I got lost in life. Yes, you did read it here first. Look at me, I am 43 years old . . . and overweight . . . OK, now you see where I am going. I just spent a month of my life changing the things I have been doing and doing new things . . . I am working out on a regular basis at Planet Fitness. I am making decisions not to eat things I would have eaten. I am going to bed and getting an adequate amount of sleep. I got lost somewhere along the 22nd or 23rd year of my life . . . shortly after I was married. When I got married I weighed 175 lbs. or so . . . I woke up when I went to play the Wii with my family . . . I weighed 332.7 lbs. How did this happen? I got lost is an easy way to express it to you. Now I am on the long road to lose the weight and all the stuff that has allowed me to get where I am. My weight is an outward result of faulty inward thoughts. Yes, I did stop working out and moving along the way as well. For the month of January my first goal was to begin moving consistently and thinking more positively. What a wonderful month of movement and better feelings . . . and 12 lbs of weight loss. I am on the long road, and I want to see the big picture. My long range goal is to be between 200 and 220 lbs, but beyond the weight I want to be kinder to me, allow myself the freedom to be human. I know this is a ramble of thoughts. What are you working on in you life? What are the things that are challenging you in this moment? What parts of your situation can you control? Have a wonderful day. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1752330021257252214?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1752330021257252214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1752330021257252214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1752330021257252214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1752330021257252214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-long-road-of-recovery.html' title='On a long road of recovery . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S2mlpfOYTsI/AAAAAAAAA0M/cjnFgvoxToU/s72-c/4326325141_15c641161d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1711592532279297024</id><published>2010-01-28T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:52:48.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning . . .</title><content type='html'>It is so wonderful to be alive today . . .  It is amazing what a little sun in ones day can produce . . .  I read a wonderful quote from a friend on FB . . . Here it goes - "As long as we're NOT talking about it, let me just say that I can't understand why I stay up late when I know I have class in the morning and I looooove sleep and when I wake up I'm like, "why did i stay up late?"."  I know how my friends feels.  I love sleep and feel better when I sleep well, but I stay up too late to get up early for work . . .  To go to bed earlier would be a wonderful thing . . .  What do you do on the sleep thing???  What does my friends quote make you feel or think?  The real issue for me is what will I do . . .  Will I go to bed sooner so I get more sleep??  I will, I tell you go to bed sooner and get more sleep . . .  Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1711592532279297024?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1711592532279297024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1711592532279297024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1711592532279297024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1711592532279297024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-6707803159772211841</id><published>2010-01-21T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:55:45.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 21, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S1iU6t3w7zI/AAAAAAAAA0E/_G63Ft8sA_4/s1600-h/105475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429253087261945650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S1iU6t3w7zI/AAAAAAAAA0E/_G63Ft8sA_4/s400/105475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am here at school for a few moments. It has been a quiet semester. Worked with a student on a snow blower Engine rebuild. The semester is winding down, and a new more active semester will begin. I have been working out for the past three weeks, and it is beginning to show in many ways in my life. I feel better, I sleep better, I am learning to eat better. I am becoming better. It is a blessing. I am teaching a class at church called "Husbands Challenge". the men have been wonderful, and I am learning and growing along with them . . . My son turned 11 this past week. Also had fun attending the Detroit auto show with my boys. Well, what do you want to know? Ask me a question and I will try to share my thoughts . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(photo free at Auto Show - sponsor by SF, this is not and endorsement)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-6707803159772211841?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/6707803159772211841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=6707803159772211841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6707803159772211841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6707803159772211841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-21-2010.html' title='January 21, 2010'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S1iU6t3w7zI/AAAAAAAAA0E/_G63Ft8sA_4/s72-c/105475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2982068553234800936</id><published>2010-01-12T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:41:45.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone out there ? ? ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0zCZXr1B9I/AAAAAAAAAz8/uNcnntwO83o/s1600-h/long_road-ahead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425925392184969170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0zCZXr1B9I/AAAAAAAAAz8/uNcnntwO83o/s400/long_road-ahead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I enjoy this blog thing for the sake of the blog. I know I ramble and at times may never actually get to a point. But is there anyone out there reading my crazy ramblings? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am thankful for the workout I was able to put in last night. Plant Fitness is my gym, and it was busy last night. My entire body hurts today, but in a good way, and in about 2 hours I will be enjoying a massage and a crack up from my chiropractor. I am blessed and I am thankful. I have a touch of a headache, it may be that blood is actually getting to places in my brain it has not been in a long time. I know this information will be hard to understand, but here is the quick story . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left High School in 1984 weighing 145 lbs. That was a while ago. I went to college and gained some weight and muscle and weighed 165 lbs. When I got married in 1988 I think I weighed somewhere around 175 lbs. or 180 lbs. For what ever reason, I began to gain weight over the next 21 years and topped off at 332.7 lbs. the last day of 2009. I was kicked out of my Wii Fitness Gym for being over weight. I do not know why I did not wake up until today. I did try to lose weight along the way, one time getting as low as 245 lbs. What a wonderful feeling. Now almost 100 lbs beyond my last low weight, I am ready to change me, and the way I live, think, and eat. I have been going to the Gym ever other day and working out. I now have to begin to focus on the amount and kinds of food I take in as well. I have a 2 year goal to be near 200 lbs. I am going to take this trip slow, and allow my body to work together with my mind and heart to move from Obese back to normal. It has been so long since I have been a healthy weight, I wonder what it will be like. I am keeping my eye on the big prize as well as chunking the task into little bite size bits. Here you go . . . one little goal was to be let back into the Wii Fit Gym, I was able to do a body test the other day. I was right at the limit of 330, but it let me play. I have the goal of fitting back into my wedding band. I have not attempted it yet, but I look forward to that being a soon to be reality story. Then it is back on with my college ring. I decided in stead of me resizing my rings, I would try to re-size me. I thought that would be a better option. Also, my daughter Nikki wrote me a note asking me to lose weight, she was afraid that I would not live to be able to walk her down the Isle, that may still be an issue. I have been battling this issue for the past 20 years. I also want to be 270 lbs by this May. I have some wedding to do this summer, and I would like have a better package to present. The task is a huge one, but I need to step up to the plate while I can still step up. My over all goal is to lose 115 lbs. I believe this will take me 2 years. I have much work in my future, but discipline will not be pleasant while I am going through it, but the benefits will out way the investment. I believe this, and will begin to act and behave upon my beliefs. Thank you for your time. Have a great day. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2982068553234800936?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2982068553234800936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2982068553234800936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2982068553234800936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2982068553234800936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-anyone-out-there.html' title='Is anyone out there ? ? ?'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0zCZXr1B9I/AAAAAAAAAz8/uNcnntwO83o/s72-c/long_road-ahead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2985207733707040952</id><published>2010-01-11T12:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:56:36.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is cold outside . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0tmODUbB1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/2bakjlAoLOg/s1600-h/untitleda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425542567693059922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0tmODUbB1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/2bakjlAoLOg/s400/untitleda.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been cold out here in the mitten state . . . I know it is colder other places around the world, but I do not live other places . . . I live here. How do you learn to see things from someone else's perspective, when you life in your body? It seems like I can only see things from my perspective. It appears selfish as I type this though out into words. I am not saying I can not place myself into someone else's shoes, but I still see what ever the situation is from my perspective and life experiences . . . I come preloaded with my own set of ideas about life and views of how things are, that is what I mean by my perspective. I have a desire to become a better listener. There is a discipline for you. I have heard it said we have been given two ears and one mouth, so we should learn to listen twice as much as we speak. I want to be an active listener . . . I seek to understand what is being said. Now on to more fun . . . Marriage is like no other relationship in the world. First for me it starts with the Commitment for life, no not a life sentence, but a relationship that last a lifetime. That is where I hope to be. It is a relationship of exclusion or it should be none the less, hence the rise of Cheaters on the TV. There is no other relationship quite like it, unless you practice in polygamy, then that is a totally different blog. But really, what other relationship is bound by so many energies that press in on it? Think of it like this . . . when you go to work, there may be people you do not like or want to be with, but it is only for a few hours a week. And yes, you keep your cool even when you may want to punch them out. But look at this, when you are in a life long relationship, things have a tendency to build up, carry over and become part of everything. So when you may be talking, there is all this history that is always there. Thing said or done in the past that may or may not really relate to what is going on today. They may be past hurts, resentments, angers or what ever. Marriage is work. Listening is work. Listening without carrying any thing from the past takes work. I want to work to become a better man, husband, dad, employee, or what ever I do . . . OK, I am thankful for your time. Have a wonderful day. Peace . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo found at: &lt;a href="http://www.kaushik.net/avinash/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/listening.jpg"&gt;http://www.kaushik.net/avinash/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/listening.jpg&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/6999828943030231868-2985207733707040952?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2985207733707040952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2985207733707040952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2985207733707040952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2985207733707040952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-cold-outside.html' title='It is cold outside . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0tmODUbB1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/2bakjlAoLOg/s72-c/untitleda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7612681749684367903</id><published>2010-01-07T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:44:04.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What, seven days in already???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0YrbI6F42I/AAAAAAAAAzk/oCQmWDDz7JQ/s1600-h/4253203868_76dd86070e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424070546461942626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0YrbI6F42I/AAAAAAAAAzk/oCQmWDDz7JQ/s400/4253203868_76dd86070e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The year 2010 is already seven days old . . . it is amazing how fast time is moving along. You know what I just realized . . . I talk about time a lot. I am a moment by moment man, but it is a topic I seem to look at often. I start my journal always with "Today . . ." I have never been a person that lived for . . . whatever, lets say the weekend, or the big trip, or Christmas, or this or that party. It is always a party during this moment inside my soul. OK, yes, there are times when I am sad, and yes I do struggle with depression at times. Why, I do not know. And yes there are times when I wish I did not have to do whatever it is I am having to do. But for the most part, I have been able to enjoy most of my days, and for that I count myself as blessed. Could the circumstances change? Circumstances always change, i just hope that the joy I feel inside never leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I just learned? I have a hard time staying on one topic. I am a rambler and a rabbit trail chaser. I am good with that, if you ever begin to follow my blog, I wonder if you will be OK with my style. Wait, I have a style . . . The ramble style. That is my style. One thing I am thinking triggers another thought and off I go spinning like a top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I want to say today . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to send my camera in for warranty repair. I miss my camera already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am getting a hair cut today, maybe a blond Mohawk is in my future . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is snowing . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to redeem today . . . and make it count.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I plan on working out with my son for the first time in our home Gym.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am blessed by my wonderful wife . . . and family . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am working on my Wreck This Journal . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it is just me today . . . Enjoy today and this moment and have fun. Read Proverbs if you get a chance and enjoy . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7612681749684367903?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7612681749684367903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7612681749684367903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7612681749684367903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7612681749684367903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-seven-days-in-already.html' title='What, seven days in already???'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0YrbI6F42I/AAAAAAAAAzk/oCQmWDDz7JQ/s72-c/4253203868_76dd86070e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-8862085531248688803</id><published>2010-01-05T01:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:19:34.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maryegreene/4241915931/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4241915931_eb5f18b1bf_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/maryegreene/4241915931/"&gt;Balloon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maryegreene/"&gt;maryegreene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to thank maryegreene for the premission to use her wonderful balloon photo as the background on my blog.  Thank you for sharing this wonderful photo with us.  Have a wonderful day.  Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-8862085531248688803?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/8862085531248688803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=8862085531248688803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8862085531248688803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8862085531248688803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/01/balloon.html' title='Balloon'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4241915931_eb5f18b1bf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-5491122798756714158</id><published>2010-01-04T10:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:07:17.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0ISLMPS-gI/AAAAAAAAAys/ya-bAEtHQOs/s1600-h/littletree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422916884780743170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0ISLMPS-gI/AAAAAAAAAys/ya-bAEtHQOs/s400/littletree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are back to school today, what a wonderful thing. I like the routine-ness of it all. Wake up, go to school, eat lunch, drive home, hang out with the family, eat dinner, go to bed . . . It is nice, epically the bed part, I love my bed, and the down comforter, o me o my . . . it is so warm and snugglely, yes, I did say snugglely, you got a problem with that, I am still the Man . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on to the new day that is today. The first day of school for this new DECADE . . . What does it mean? for some it is amazing, for others like myself it is something noteworthy to comtemplate. What does this decade hold? Will we see the end of the world? (2012) Will we see an end to world hunger? Will we find a cure for aids? Will we find peace in the Middle East? Will we realize the dream of renewable energy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a personal note, this next 10 years, if I live every one of them . . . should hold Three children graduating from High School - - - Maybe all three Graduating from College . . . Possible weddings, and I am sure a few funerals. Maybe some Grandchildren, but not in a rush for that one. I enter the decade as a 43 year old man, I will end it as a 53 year old man . . . Wow, that is perspective giving. My hair is going grey by the day, and I hope to still have hair. My Wife Diana and I will celebrate our 25th and 30th wedding anniversary during this time . . . I would like to see my debt diminish, and I have already begun to take the steps to make that happen. I also want to see my waist line decrease, and I have begun working on that as well . . . Wow, it is amazing to future cast, or to forward look, but actually, I only have this moment. I want to make this moment count . . . in my life, in the lives of my family and those whom God has allowed in my life, friend and foe . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to books, I am currently reading a book called "The Education of Little Tree" it is a story of a young Indian boy growing up with his grandparents during the depression in the mountains of Kentucky. I pick up the book because my nick name, or name given to me by my aunt, whom I consider, wise and wonderful is "Little Tree". I have enjoyed this story and will finish it today. I would encourage you to pick it up and enjoy the read from the perspective of a young Indian boy . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I will post again and welcome to the new year and new decade . . . enjoy your moment that is now. Yes, tell those you love that you love them, hug them often, express what important people mean to you to them while you can. Also pray for your enemy and do go to those who are your foe . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-5491122798756714158?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/5491122798756714158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=5491122798756714158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5491122798756714158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5491122798756714158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/S0ISLMPS-gI/AAAAAAAAAys/ya-bAEtHQOs/s72-c/littletree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-3119871757933582867</id><published>2010-01-02T01:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:03:17.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11908041@N00/4236247340/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4236247340_e9fd535e26_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/11908041@N00/4236247340/"&gt;Day 26 . . .&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11908041@N00/"&gt;SoullooN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello 01-01-10 . . .  and welcome to life.  I am taking each day as a new day of this new decade and new year.  I am ready to take in deep of each moment along the way.  This is another new beginning . . .  Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-3119871757933582867?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/3119871757933582867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=3119871757933582867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3119871757933582867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/3119871757933582867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-26.html' title='Day 26 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4236247340_e9fd535e26_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-6975770945764482493</id><published>2009-12-21T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:51:43.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11908041@N00/4201785193/"&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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/4201785193_8e3965d870_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/11908041@N00/4201785193/"&gt;Day 14 . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11908041@N00/"&gt;SoullooN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our family dog is a true blessing and much fun most days. Today she was laying around, what a wonderful life. I took the shot with the Christmas tree in the back ground. I would not mind a dogs life apart from the food and the restroom facilities. To eat, sleep, play and all that seems like a wonderful life. O well, I will never know. Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-6975770945764482493?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/6975770945764482493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=6975770945764482493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6975770945764482493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6975770945764482493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-14.html' title='Day 14 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/4201785193_8e3965d870_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-5118389298351183603</id><published>2009-12-21T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:48:28.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11908041@N00/4198648279/"&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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2499/4198648279_30dec02ce1_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/11908041@N00/4198648279/"&gt;Day 13 . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11908041@N00/"&gt;SoullooN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I missed posting my day 13 until today. Hi, and welcome to my little slice of this world called the net . . . I enjoy this shot, i especially love the &lt;a href="http://www.yosax.com/car_images/2010-chevrolet-camaro-ss-1.jpg"&gt;Camaro&lt;/a&gt; ornament, wishing one was in the garage as well as on the tree. I am enjoying break thus far, looking forward to the days of joy with family. have a blessed day. Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-5118389298351183603?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/5118389298351183603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=5118389298351183603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5118389298351183603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5118389298351183603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-13.html' title='Day 13 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2499/4198648279_30dec02ce1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1433873617094696897</id><published>2009-12-18T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:21:25.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyxUvm4MtjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/xwojEx85HZ4/s1600-h/PC180024a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416797628686710322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyxUvm4MtjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/xwojEx85HZ4/s400/PC180024a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is out until next year. I just like the way that sounds. It is so nice to work in the school system. I am blessed to be able to work with wonderful students and colleagues. I am however also looking forward to the next two weeks including Christmas and New Years. I am adding my photo for the day . . . It is full of books and many wonderful words. I love books and I will be adding some of my thoughts and favorites in the coming days. Have a wonderful evening. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1433873617094696897?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1433873617094696897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1433873617094696897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1433873617094696897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1433873617094696897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-12.html' title='Day 12 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyxUvm4MtjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/xwojEx85HZ4/s72-c/PC180024a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-8315071282837630393</id><published>2009-12-17T23:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:05:29.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SysNk09URFI/AAAAAAAAAyU/nsX-Wv6ysJ4/s1600-h/PC170003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416437903185429586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SysNk09URFI/AAAAAAAAAyU/nsX-Wv6ysJ4/s400/PC170003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am again in the final moments of the day adding my blog and my 365 photo . . . I enjoy so much of my moments that it is hard to fill in all the blanks. It was nice to be with the students today at school. My photo today comes from Art class. It is nice. Color is nice. I like living in a world of color. Even though the coming months will be dull and grey many times here in Michigan, I will look for the joys found in the colors that I am able to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After School today, it was nice to come home and take a nap. Wow, what a nice thing to be able to sleep soundly for a few moments in the afternoon. I was very tired during school after lunch. I even dreamed a little, though I do not remember the dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I had a sub board meeting. It was quick and uneventful. I am enjoying being part of the Board. Have a wonderful evening, and a great sleep . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-8315071282837630393?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/8315071282837630393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=8315071282837630393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8315071282837630393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8315071282837630393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-11.html' title='Day 11 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SysNk09URFI/AAAAAAAAAyU/nsX-Wv6ysJ4/s72-c/PC170003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4257299622290071354</id><published>2009-12-16T23:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:02:20.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sym7FiEEsPI/AAAAAAAAAyM/R5eub5u95QI/s1600-h/PC160051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416065730607362290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sym7FiEEsPI/AAAAAAAAAyM/R5eub5u95QI/s400/PC160051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my daughters 16th birthday. I am so proud of her, and thankful for her. She is a blessing in our lives. What a wonderful thing to watch your children learn and grow as they move up in years. I am thankful to be able to be a father and a teacher to each of my children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful day . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-4257299622290071354?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4257299622290071354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4257299622290071354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4257299622290071354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4257299622290071354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-10.html' title='Day 10 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sym7FiEEsPI/AAAAAAAAAyM/R5eub5u95QI/s72-c/PC160051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-8167308858878058591</id><published>2009-12-15T22:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:16:46.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyhREG6IgzI/AAAAAAAAAyE/0l221Ktaq0c/s1600-h/PC150003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415667682928788274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyhREG6IgzI/AAAAAAAAAyE/0l221Ktaq0c/s400/PC150003a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a wonderful Tuesday . . . and the halls of the High School are alive with the Winter Holidays . . . you see there is no Christmas, it is now holidays. But I will not go on that soap box. It is a winter celebration. Have you ever looked into the history of the celebration of Christmas? What is it with the focus on Jesus Birth day - Christ Mass? I do not see Jesus Throwing himself a big Birthday bash, nor do I see any of the early church celebrating this as a holiday. I would like to know more about the history behind Christmas and the church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had fun working on recovering from my own foolishness of procrastination . . . I balanced my check book after a month. I had a months worth of receipts to enter into the book. Lucky me, it only took 4 hours of work. But I am now done. Procrastination sucks, and I will again make an agreement not to do it ever, ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am ready to hit the hay, Read some proverbs along the way and learn. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-8167308858878058591?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/8167308858878058591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=8167308858878058591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8167308858878058591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8167308858878058591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-9.html' title='Day 9 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyhREG6IgzI/AAAAAAAAAyE/0l221Ktaq0c/s72-c/PC150003a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-6538296911572782530</id><published>2009-12-14T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:57:53.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Syb7EaOZw_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/wZl4PJOre9A/s1600-h/Tim+in+grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415291655137379314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Syb7EaOZw_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/wZl4PJOre9A/s400/Tim+in+grey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful day, this, the final Monday of School for the year 2009. I just can not believe how fast the year has moved. I am thankful for this moment. I will blog more later. Give me a topic, and I will try to post some thought about it. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-6538296911572782530?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/6538296911572782530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=6538296911572782530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6538296911572782530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6538296911572782530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-8.html' title='Day 8 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Syb7EaOZw_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/wZl4PJOre9A/s72-c/Tim+in+grey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-6602900500435616972</id><published>2009-12-13T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:07:44.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyXHQ4RD-AI/AAAAAAAAAxU/D36oueszXKk/s1600-h/PC130016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953219778672642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyXHQ4RD-AI/AAAAAAAAAxU/D36oueszXKk/s400/PC130016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is day 7 of project 365. So far I have enjoyed the project. It is fun taking photos each day and posting them. I do want to learn to take better photos and I do want to get a new camera some day. It is fun to have a hobby in photography. The story behind toady's photo is . . . Ben, my youngest son loves Elvis and he asked me to take a photo of his Elvis ornament and post it as my photo today. So I did. I think it came out OK. Well, have a wonderful night. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-6602900500435616972?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/6602900500435616972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=6602900500435616972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6602900500435616972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6602900500435616972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-7.html' title='Day 7 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyXHQ4RD-AI/AAAAAAAAAxU/D36oueszXKk/s72-c/PC130016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2974422703437575309</id><published>2009-12-13T20:01:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:37:32.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414891532112432466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyWPKLzVDVI/AAAAAAAAAws/P1NuSPm7qGw/s400/PC120048.JPG" /&gt;Saturday . . . All day was taken up with the AT&amp;amp;T U-Verse guy installing the new TV, Phone, and Internet in our house. It is nice so far. But all day, it was crazy. I went to load my blog and photos for the day and all of a sudden, we had no power. I was bored and took a flashlight and began to make some crazy photos on a tripod. My son Josh helped me out and they came out kinda cool . . . I will a a couple here . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyWRoE0_nAI/AAAAAAAAAw0/0rnmM5HFCxY/s1600-h/PC120042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414894244659698690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyWRoE0_nAI/AAAAAAAAAw0/0rnmM5HFCxY/s200/PC120042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyWR6PeJ9SI/AAAAAAAAAw8/hyIhtDVx8Gg/s1600-h/PC120043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414894556754343202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyWR6PeJ9SI/AAAAAAAAAw8/hyIhtDVx8Gg/s200/PC120043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked these photos of the singing angles in the spotlights. The power outage lasted until 2 am and I had the generator running. I put all the equipment away and made it to bed around 4 pm, after a little bit of TV watching. Needless to say I did not get up for church today. I missed out on being with my Church family. I will go to bed sooner next time, power outage or not. Have a wonderful day. Peace&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414898465941557810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyWVdyVBEjI/AAAAAAAAAxM/FZ6pJVy7Shs/s200/PC120046.JPG" /&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/6999828943030231868-2974422703437575309?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2974422703437575309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2974422703437575309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2974422703437575309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2974422703437575309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-6.html' title='Day 6 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyWPKLzVDVI/AAAAAAAAAws/P1NuSPm7qGw/s72-c/PC120048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7917022537303740946</id><published>2009-12-11T23:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:45:39.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyMhJFDl0lI/AAAAAAAAAwk/jCX3s7YHP90/s1600-h/PC110107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414207616889246290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyMhJFDl0lI/AAAAAAAAAwk/jCX3s7YHP90/s400/PC110107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I am tired and I just want to go to bed. Enjoy the moment. Thank you for reading, I will get back to myself and blogging in the next day or so. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7917022537303740946?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7917022537303740946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7917022537303740946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7917022537303740946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7917022537303740946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-5.html' title='Day 5 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyMhJFDl0lI/AAAAAAAAAwk/jCX3s7YHP90/s72-c/PC110107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1536086734030140635</id><published>2009-12-10T23:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:56:31.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyHcELFOQHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Qq247bO0l2Q/s1600-h/PC100068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413850191328329842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyHcELFOQHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Qq247bO0l2Q/s400/PC100068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the fourth day of my project 365 . . . I am having fun so far, but I already have camera envy and I want to learn to take better photos. I am posting here, and on flickr and on a site called 365 Project. I am working on a pumpkin roll for my mom. I have to go to bed soon, but I wanted to add my photo for today . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1536086734030140635?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1536086734030140635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1536086734030140635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1536086734030140635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1536086734030140635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-4.html' title='Day 4 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyHcELFOQHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Qq247bO0l2Q/s72-c/PC100068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4101795740264581929</id><published>2009-12-09T23:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:42:44.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413461313570547026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyB6YgixJVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/k1YPA7aL9NY/s400/PC090064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a fun day. School went well with the students. Then I was able to go with Nikki and get her level 1 learners license at the Secretary of State. She was excited, I am nervous. Then off to help dad with his new washer. I was able to relax at home and rest. It is nice. Ben is off to 5th grade camp for the rest of the week. I hope he is having fun. I had another photo that I thought I might use for Project 365, so I will include it on the bottom for you. The one on the top is the one I chose for today. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyB7UjUuypI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Un5FrXcwuOQ/s1600-h/PC090009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413462345109129874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyB7UjUuypI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Un5FrXcwuOQ/s200/PC090009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6999828943030231868-4101795740264581929?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4101795740264581929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4101795740264581929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4101795740264581929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4101795740264581929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-3.html' title='Day 3 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SyB6YgixJVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/k1YPA7aL9NY/s72-c/PC090064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4086862222069155849</id><published>2009-12-08T22:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:46:45.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sx8dkQKu5gI/AAAAAAAAAv8/aLWviQtlW_Q/s1600-h/PC080067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413077785775105538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sx8dkQKu5gI/AAAAAAAAAv8/aLWviQtlW_Q/s400/PC080067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only have so many moments that make up a lifetime of activity. Think of it this way, If I live to be 70, which I hope I do, I will have lived 25,550 days not counting leap years. That makes up a total of 613,200 hours . . . or 36,792,000 minutes . . . or 2,207,520,000 seconds . . . Why is it that we measure moments by time? We are in such a hurry so often . . . It is amazing how much time and the tabulation of time impacts our lives. No matter what you believe, we live in a world that is governed by time and the its constraints. We have times to wake up, times to go to bed, time to shower, time for education, times for driving. Think of all the times you have to keep up with, even times to watch the biggest loser. Okay, we have an appointment with time, it is all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began this 365 project with the hope that it will help me find the lost me. Find the man that is trapped in this body. I know you may not believe what you read here, but I am ready to climb out and get what remains of my life back. I am blessed, and I am thankful, but I am tired of carrying this weight inside and out. I am ready to embrace the me that is hidden here somewhere in my soul. I have enjoyed walking on the treadmill for a total of 40 minutes these past two days. I am on the move to a new me. Each day, each step, each movement is one small step for a new me. I look forward to what today will bring. Peace&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/6999828943030231868-4086862222069155849?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4086862222069155849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4086862222069155849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4086862222069155849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4086862222069155849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-2.html' title='Day 2 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sx8dkQKu5gI/AAAAAAAAAv8/aLWviQtlW_Q/s72-c/PC080067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-5228735031728184229</id><published>2009-12-07T21:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:34:41.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sx21rSsVLhI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nxlNKfl9Lss/s1600-h/PC070057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412682082525982226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sx21rSsVLhI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nxlNKfl9Lss/s400/PC070057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would start my 365 where I begin each day and end each night. Home . . . there is no other place quite like it. Home is where I find rest and renewal. Home is where I enjoy my family. Home is so much more than just a house. Home is time shared with people close to you. Home is a gathering place where meals are enjoyed. Home is also a place where lessons are learned. I am blessed to have a home. I am thankful to have a wonderful family. I am ready to share this journey with you . . . Thank you for taking a peek into my story . . . Peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-5228735031728184229?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/5228735031728184229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=5228735031728184229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5228735031728184229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/5228735031728184229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-1.html' title='Day 1 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sx21rSsVLhI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nxlNKfl9Lss/s72-c/PC070057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-944386304288838965</id><published>2009-12-07T20:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:31:04.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Give You All I Can...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brandoncwarren/4164759025/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4164759025_da547a9341_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/brandoncwarren/4164759025/"&gt;I'll Give You All I Can...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/brandoncwarren/"&gt;Brandon Christopher Warren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cam across this photo today on flickr and I thought it was wonderful.  I have requested premission from Brandon to use this photo for my blog back ground for a while.  I encourage you to enjoy the great photos on flickr.  have a wonderful evening . . . Peace and again thank you Brandon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-944386304288838965?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/944386304288838965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=944386304288838965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/944386304288838965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/944386304288838965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-give-you-all-i-can.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll Give You All I Can...'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4164759025_da547a9341_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-968475774698601242</id><published>2009-12-07T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:35:04.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A date which will live in infamy . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sx00w6f-s0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/yrZwuaTU4Ik/s1600-h/declared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412540342110958402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sx00w6f-s0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/yrZwuaTU4Ik/s400/declared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, today is that day. . . December 7, 2009 . . . I Hereby ask me, myself and I to declare a war upon the forces that tend to bring me down. I have continued too long in the ways of the current, it is time to step up and move toward a new Goal, a new Hope and a renewed vision of Me. I am tired of being overweight, and there is no one else who can change this thing for me. I am tired of being down on me from the inside, so a full waged war on negative self talk begins today. Now is the time for me to act! I want to again be able to fit into my wedding band, I am proud of my friend, lover and wife . . . I want the world to know that I am taken and thankfully so. I want my kids to see in me a man who is governed by love and lead by the spirit of God . . . I want them to be able to look at their life and say our dad gave his best, his all for the things he believed . . . I want to conquer my slide to lazy and procrastination . . . and begin to live consistent and stay on top of the challenges that I face. Yes the task before me is daunting, just look at me, I do not even know how I have let this come to be, but it is here, now, that I declare war. I can not, must not labor the past, it is what it is . . . I must forgive, and never forget the things I have learned there, - but press forward to the new moment which is defined by today, the now . . . I must focus upon the now, the things that must be done today in order for the tomorrows of my life to be different, lighter, fuller of life . . . I will begin a Project 365 online and flickr and post a daily photo and a note . . . I will also chart my course of activity here online as well . . . I am blessed, and I know the days will be tough, and that I must get up and get busy each moment. I am ready . . . Lets go . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-968475774698601242?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/968475774698601242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=968475774698601242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/968475774698601242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/968475774698601242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/date-which-will-live-in-infamy.html' title='A date which will live in infamy . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sx00w6f-s0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/yrZwuaTU4Ik/s72-c/declared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-6514825930712954186</id><published>2009-12-04T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:35:34.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You may never know . . .</title><content type='html'>When you are moved to do something nice for someone, or to say something nice . . .  Make sure you act on your internal motivation.  You may never know just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;what an&lt;/span&gt; impact a kind word or a little deed will have on another . . .  Let me share this little story with you . . .  I have a friend and a teacher in one of my &lt;a href="http://froomla.blogspot.com/2009/12/balloooon.html"&gt;students&lt;/a&gt;.  My friend challenged themselves to work hard above and beyond the other things pressing in on them during the month of November and took on &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nanowrimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a 50,000 word novel challenge that is to take place beginning on November 1 and must be finished and submitted by November 30.  Well, they were able to finish the challenge.  I decided to bring them a small card and a couple balloons to celebrate their accomplishment.  I have told you before that I love balloons.  They are colorful and bring cheer into life . . .  To go on, the small token of congrats and excitement of a task completed went farther to encourage and bring joy into the monotony of daily life.  I have been encouraged by their blog about this little thing as well.  I share this with you again as a motivation to be kind, play nice and love those near you . . .  Who really know what person needs a little encouragement, and you know what, you may benefit the most by being kind.  Give it a try.  Have a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-6514825930712954186?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/6514825930712954186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=6514825930712954186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6514825930712954186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/6514825930712954186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-may-never-know.html' title='You may never know . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-193847511089205391</id><published>2009-12-03T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:21:08.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool photo . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/uropirat/3447783945/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3447783945_a49aecbc60_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/uropirat/3447783945/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/uropirat/"&gt;Ponygraph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do not know how people are able to capture such cool photos, but this photo is so cool.  Is that good overuse of cool . . . Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-193847511089205391?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/193847511089205391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=193847511089205391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/193847511089205391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/193847511089205391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/12/cool-photo.html' title='Cool photo . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3447783945_a49aecbc60_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2759723283487643410</id><published>2009-11-20T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:09:35.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday day . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Swa_NB2OqII/AAAAAAAAAu0/engq0n2JCFY/s1600/542f1_new_moon_poster_bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406218633259952258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Swa_NB2OqII/AAAAAAAAAu0/engq0n2JCFY/s400/542f1_new_moon_poster_bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it was awesome . . . New Moon, and even better knowing I was one of the first to see it. I attended my first ever preview to a movie. Come to think of it, it was my first ever new release on the opening day. I must say thank you to &lt;a href="http://www.myamazingsmile.com/"&gt;Spillane &amp;amp; Reynolds&lt;/a&gt; for the wonderful evening . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the joy that is my job . . . my title for today comes from one of my students, so Happy Friday day to you . . . need a better reason to celebrate? It is Friday and the holidays are soon to kick off . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so nice to be out into the light again. I went through a two or three week dark slump. It was so crazy. I did not even want to do anything. I hated being in that place. I do not know what leads me there and I do not exactly know what brings me out . . . I do pray, read, rest and all that - but it still presses in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful day and weekend . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2759723283487643410?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2759723283487643410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2759723283487643410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2759723283487643410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2759723283487643410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-friday-day.html' title='Happy Friday day . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Swa_NB2OqII/AAAAAAAAAu0/engq0n2JCFY/s72-c/542f1_new_moon_poster_bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4006991863527365366</id><published>2009-11-02T11:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:29:31.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could, I would ask you to bring me balloons every day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shellykaynyc/4063266421/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/4063266421_d9e3cddfba_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/shellykaynyc/4063266421/"&gt;If I could, I would ask you to bring me balloons every day~&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/shellykaynyc/"&gt;ShellyKayCullen*needs a new flickr crush~lmao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know there are some days when you wish you did not have to wake up.  Well today is one of those days.  I am here at work, enjoying the day, but not really here.  I want to be home in my bed with my covers pulled up to my neck.  I am just tired.  They say the hour change may have somehthing to do  with it, it may be the soon to come winter blues.  I am just blah, that is the word for the feeling . . .  I am so thankful that we do not have work tomorrow.   Have a wonderful day.  Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-4006991863527365366?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4006991863527365366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4006991863527365366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4006991863527365366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4006991863527365366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-i-would-ask-you-to-bring-me.html' title='If I could, I would ask you to bring me balloons every day~'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/4063266421_d9e3cddfba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2259269701988514102</id><published>2009-10-14T11:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:45:09.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog number 200 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/StYABg9GiVI/AAAAAAAAAus/9UKeWEuePFo/s1600-h/4000568937_02ff21e934_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392497629848832338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/StYABg9GiVI/AAAAAAAAAus/9UKeWEuePFo/s400/4000568937_02ff21e934_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does it mean to be true? To be true to yourself and those around you? When I sit and ponder, I begin to realise just how self centered I am as a person. I want to be others minded, but even in my other mindedness, I am always protecting my fragile self. What would it be like to live life in reckless abandon for others absent of self indulgence? Is this type of thing even remotely possible? As a human will I always struggle with this feeling of internal division? It seems as though I am all about me . . . though I know this is not always the truth, but even in that statement - I know it is really true. I do what I like to do, when I like to do it and if I do not want to do something then I do not do it. OK, there are times I may not want to do work, but I do go on and do the work that needs done, but even then, I have made a decision to do what needs done. So in some odd way, I control my world even in my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does it mean to be exceptional? "Top Drawer" as one wise fellow put it? What happens if you are not above average? What is average? I consider myself to be an average, ordinary man. I do not stand out in a crowd, unless I want to stand out. However, I am not outstanding in the eyes of men or the world. I am just a regular Joe living my life day to day. Paying bills and taxes. Raising kids to the best of my ability and keeping one said dog alive . . . Mind you now, I am the only me there ever will be - so I am exceptional. I am original . . . the true authentic Tim. I love to learn, and grow and become, though many time it seems I remain the same all the time. Maybe it is that I desire to change, learn and grow, then never get up off my butt and embrace the things I have thought about. Can I be the best me and be average? Is that OK? Will I accomplish the things I need to as a man if I continue to be me? Like this, I want to be a good dad. I mean a dad that my kids can love and follow. However, there are some things I have taught my kids by my actions that I wish they would not have learned, but they have. This is a hard thing for this dad to see in my kids. The bad things they have learned from me. Here is a song I like it is called, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqYUns2YQik"&gt;Watching You&lt;/a&gt; by Rodney Atkins. I know my kids have picked up some of the good things that I do like about me as well. It seems all I can see is my faults in living color right in front of me. Wow, where did all that come from? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onto bigger things. I want to be the Biggest Loser. I really do. I must change my behavior and embrace a new paradigm in order to get out of this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91OQwco7a58&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;box&lt;/a&gt;. What more needs to be said? It is all me. I love you all. Thank you for reading my blog along the way. Peace&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/6999828943030231868-2259269701988514102?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2259269701988514102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2259269701988514102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2259269701988514102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2259269701988514102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-number-200.html' title='Blog number 200 . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/StYABg9GiVI/AAAAAAAAAus/9UKeWEuePFo/s72-c/4000568937_02ff21e934_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4628365563552625630</id><published>2009-10-08T11:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:19:02.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jepics/2519452914/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2315/2519452914_d9b0821b35_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/jepics/2519452914/"&gt;Lost.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jepics/"&gt;Picture post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Greetings my Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Today I received premission to use this photo as my new background.  I have enjoyed the one that it is replacing.  I must say that I do enjoy Flickr.  Check out Picture Post. on flickr when you get a chance.  Thank you P. P. for premission . . .  Have a wonderful day.  Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-4628365563552625630?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4628365563552625630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4628365563552625630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4628365563552625630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4628365563552625630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2315/2519452914_d9b0821b35_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-4013887714290378668</id><published>2009-10-07T13:07:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:24:05.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justmeagain2006/3429137086/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/3429137086_9531bec377_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/justmeagain2006/3429137086/"&gt;It is FRIDAY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/justmeagain2006/"&gt;Maria Hammon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;however it is really only Wednesday, but I loved the quote with this photo . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness."&lt;br /&gt;~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible has much to say about the loss of life that anger brings, and I must confess to you that I have so much to learn in this area of anger . . . or frustration management . . . The Bible says in James to be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry . . . It also says in Proverbs that a soft answer turns away wrath . . . I am learning and still have a long way to go . . . Enjoy the photo and the thoughts . . . Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-4013887714290378668?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/4013887714290378668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=4013887714290378668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4013887714290378668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/4013887714290378668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-friday.html' title='It is FRIDAY!'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/3429137086_9531bec377_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-467796642557067032</id><published>2009-10-04T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:41:36.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>from flickr . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yuliamustakimova/3979892773/"&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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3450/3979892773_e1e3b0e13b_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/yuliamustakimova/3979892773/"&gt;```&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yuliamustakimova/"&gt;YULIA♥ M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like this quote and photo . . . “The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remaining over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kahlil Gibran &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will always remain a child at heart and in life . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-467796642557067032?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/467796642557067032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=467796642557067032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/467796642557067032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/467796642557067032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='from flickr . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3450/3979892773_e1e3b0e13b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-296739005523014370</id><published>2009-10-04T17:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:57:50.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new camera . . .</title><content type='html'>Greetings, I have been sad for several days, my old camera Olympus SP-350 died while on vacation with my family this summer. The actual date of death was August 31, 2009. I love taking photos. Here is the final two photos that I captured with my old friend . . . &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388862167680442930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SskVlxAiYjI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VvBVWS6xaJQ/s320/P7310020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388862740294722018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SskWHGKa4eI/AAAAAAAAAuM/vFk-i99wg1U/s320/P7310021.JPG" /&gt;Ben and I were hanging out at a McDonalds on I-40 outside of Memphis, TN, waiting for Diana, Josh and Nikki to pick us up for the start of our summer vacation . . . We had just had a fun week on the Tennessee River 600 with my dad and brother . . . We were both tired . . . but it was hear that my camera decided it was done working for me . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began to use Nikki's sony camera for the balance of the vacation. Well, on October 1, 2009 I was able to buy a 12 mp olympus point and shoot camera from Office Max. I am still learning how to use this little camera, but I am thankful to be able to take photos again. Let me share with you a photo from this new camera . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388865925672786658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SskZAgnu2uI/AAAAAAAAAuU/i7lIQ6eEVBw/s320/PA010008a.jpg" /&gt;What a blessing to again have a life capture device . . .  I will enjoy using my new camera . . .  I hope it lasts a little while . . .  Well, that is all I have to say today.  Peace&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/6999828943030231868-296739005523014370?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/296739005523014370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=296739005523014370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/296739005523014370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/296739005523014370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-camera.html' title='A new camera . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SskVlxAiYjI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VvBVWS6xaJQ/s72-c/P7310020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1334675329016778740</id><published>2009-09-22T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:44:49.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 100 days to go . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SrjwvVdwd_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/VXNtIBlN7FQ/s1600-h/ocean-temperature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384318050527901682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SrjwvVdwd_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/VXNtIBlN7FQ/s400/ocean-temperature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of Autumn . . . and only 100 days left in the Year 2009 . . . Wow, is it only me, or has this year been busy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am under this great impression that I will not know everything in my lifetime. I know that my come as a shock to you. On the surface you may say, hey stupid, how did you not know this fact of life? Well, lets just say that I can get all up in my little bubble of life and not think outside that bubble until all of a sudden that bubble pops and there I am with an epiphany - You mean life is not all about me . . . I know better, I know that I am just one tiny piece of this puzzle called life, but sometimes, just sometimes - I actually loose sight of the truth and think that the world does actually revolve around me. I hate it when this happens, but love it just the same. Usually when I find myself in this situation, I know I am going to learn something good, something I need to know . . . Well, I have much to learn, and only a short time left to learn it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, these are my thought for today. . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1334675329016778740?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1334675329016778740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1334675329016778740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1334675329016778740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1334675329016778740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-100-days-to-go.html' title='Only 100 days to go . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SrjwvVdwd_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/VXNtIBlN7FQ/s72-c/ocean-temperature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2354771550402986989</id><published>2009-09-18T13:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:45:58.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I linked my flickr to my blog . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SrPHLlZ5o8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/cTOeMTEEbHg/s1600-h/werger-steady-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382864981471110082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SrPHLlZ5o8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/cTOeMTEEbHg/s400/werger-steady-rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I decided to link my flickr to my blog . . . I know, big deal. I am slow to how all this stuff works. I love flickr, you may already know that, and I also think helium balloons are great, but you already know that . . . I love my wife and kids . . . I am tired of being OBESE, however, I still lay around after work . . . What do you not know? that is a good question . . . What is there to know? I love working at the school. I love colors, I love sun rise and sun set especially near water or above the horizon . . . I love writing and thinking and reading . . . I love laughing . . . I love life (most days) I love hugs, greetings and friends . . . I love massage . . . I love a steady soft rain . . . (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNGLU_VsePg"&gt;not for 40 days and night though&lt;/a&gt;) I do not know . . . What do you want to know? I am 43 years old, been married for 21 years, can you believe that . . . 21 years that is cool . . . I enjoy waking up each morning . . . and i have to go, see you soon . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo found at:&lt;a href="http://www.davidsongalleries.com/artists/werger/werger-steady-rain.jpg"&gt;http://www.davidsongalleries.com/artists/werger/werger-steady-rain.jpg&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/6999828943030231868-2354771550402986989?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2354771550402986989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2354771550402986989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2354771550402986989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2354771550402986989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-linked-my-flickr-to-my-blog.html' title='I linked my flickr to my blog . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SrPHLlZ5o8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/cTOeMTEEbHg/s72-c/werger-steady-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2798153762493239453</id><published>2009-09-14T13:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:55:22.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First one there gets the . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sq6DgJXMiNI/AAAAAAAAAts/nCWZ2PN1NB0/s1600-h/cop+pulled+over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381383193046583506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sq6DgJXMiNI/AAAAAAAAAts/nCWZ2PN1NB0/s400/cop+pulled+over.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful weekend . . . I love Michigan . . . the weather has been wonderful these past few days. So, I have a story in which, to quote our President, "I acted stupidly". Here you go, and I will cast my lot to a testosterone surge . . . I was going to get gas after church and dropping the boys off at home. I was traveling west on 10 mile road near Novi Road. I was stopped at the light, so I took the right lane to get the jump at the light and move to the front before the road became one lane, you know got to be first ! ! ! Well, the light changed and I gave it the usual burst of speed juice. The lady in the left lane also gave it some gas, so now we were off and running. I wanted to be first, because you know how important being first can be in the grand scheme of things . . . so i gave Mona Lisa a little more juice - and the lady next to me also pushed it down, so now we are going kinda fast, and I thought to my self - Okay, I am with you here, so I pushed the pedal down, she flipped me a bird, and i gave her a way because she was behind me . . . I know, you can see where this is going . . .I look up once I am in front of my nemesis, and who did I see? You guessed it, one of Novi's Finest coming toward me in the other lane. I knew I was caught, so I pulled over even before he could turn his car around . . . he asked me when he came to the window, "are you in a hurry today sir"? I just told him it was stupid and I was sorry . . . He said he clocked me doing 72 in a 45 and the other driver was doing 68 . . . He took my info back to his car and came back with that paper you really do not want on a Sunday drive . . . he told me had I let her go in front of me he would have issued her the citation . . . Well, I have a new motto, "There is no need to speed" I am not sure how much this baby will cost me - - - it is already many miles over the posted speed limit . . . I must tell you that I received mercy from the officer because he wrote my ticket for only 5 miles over the speed limit . . . over time I know that saved me more money than I will ever know . . . so remember - - - THERE IS NO NEED TO SPEED . . . and the first one there doesn't always receive the prize . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2798153762493239453?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2798153762493239453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2798153762493239453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2798153762493239453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2798153762493239453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-one-there-gets.html' title='First one there gets the . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sq6DgJXMiNI/AAAAAAAAAts/nCWZ2PN1NB0/s72-c/cop+pulled+over.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-1144972900536921494</id><published>2009-09-09T14:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:20:54.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Days gone by and still I think of you . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531316079421218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SqfvOuEA5yI/AAAAAAAAAtk/tMRH86Z1PMA/s400/P5080021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a little over six months since my job at Busch's . . . I still look on that 15 months with fondness . . . I thought this photo was funny and I have never shared it to this date that I know. Having a second job on top of a first job and a family just takes a lot of energy out of you. No matter what you chose to do with your life as far as work goes, there will be parts that give you energy and parts that take energy away. The money is not energy enough to keep you going on any job for any length of time . . . Money is not the greatest motivator though at times it can become the worst of all slave masters . . . That may actually be another blog . . . However, it is nice to have money in this life . . . at least it is nice to be able to get stuff, but really many times the stuff we really want and need can not be acquired by money . . . Okay, I know this might be bad, but was it what Michael Jackson wanted? more money? or a good nights sleep? I know bad use of MJ and his life. I do not know if I am or not but at times I wonder if I am not ADD or &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; or something, just look at my blog style. Maybe it is just my style . . . I can not stay on one topic or thought for more than a line or two . . . Well, I must say, I am happy to be back at school. I am blessed where I am at in life, and i want to encourage you where you are as well . . . Have a wonderful day. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-1144972900536921494?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/1144972900536921494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=1144972900536921494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1144972900536921494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/1144972900536921494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/09/days-gone-by-and-still-i-think-of-you.html' title='Days gone by and still I think of you . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SqfvOuEA5yI/AAAAAAAAAtk/tMRH86Z1PMA/s72-c/P5080021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-8955412310072103669</id><published>2009-09-08T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:50:43.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SqaZZUGyoMI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1YJYwxNoik4/s1600-h/wallpaper927_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379155465113608386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SqaZZUGyoMI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1YJYwxNoik4/s400/wallpaper927_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are back to school today officially here in Michigan and the Halls are alive with the sound of students . . . Where are you at today? Where are your kids?? Did you get the opportunity to listen to Obama's speech to schools today? I was able to listen to him encourage our students to do their best and not to drop out. What did you think about His speech or not think of it?? I know I have not blogged much, and that is a true statement. I also want to say, I love the structure of the school year. It seems like I am able to get more done when I have structure. I have rambeled enough for the moment. Read Psalm 121 and enjoy your day . . . Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 121&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pilgrim Song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains? No, my strength comes from God, who made heaven, and earth, and mountains. He won't let you stumble, your Guardian God won't fall asleep. Not on your life! Israel's Guardian will never doze or sleep. God's your Guardian, right at your side to protect you— Shielding you from sunstroke, sheltering you from moonstroke. God guards you from every evil, he guards your very life. He guards you when you leave and when you return, he guards you now, he guards you always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-8955412310072103669?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/8955412310072103669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=8955412310072103669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8955412310072103669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8955412310072103669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/SqaZZUGyoMI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1YJYwxNoik4/s72-c/wallpaper927_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-8571742327115673341</id><published>2009-08-23T12:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:18:26.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral Dominion, Romans 6:9-11. Christian Abstract Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marketseq/3846890002/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/3846890002_1ce922463c_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/marketseq/3846890002/"&gt;Moral Dominion, Romans 6:9-11. Christian Abstract Art&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/marketseq/"&gt;MarkLawrenceGallery.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this artist, and this phot caught my heart and mind today . . .  School starts soon,and I hope to be blogging again, I miss it . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-8571742327115673341?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/8571742327115673341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=8571742327115673341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8571742327115673341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/8571742327115673341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/08/moral-dominion-romans-69-11-christian.html' title='Moral Dominion, Romans 6:9-11. Christian Abstract Art'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/3846890002_1ce922463c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7434235827542035473</id><published>2009-08-09T14:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:10:13.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is hot here in Plant City . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sn8Q_LEqYyI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SEvsGm35cbE/s1600-h/bmloutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368027958339068706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sn8Q_LEqYyI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SEvsGm35cbE/s400/bmloutside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having fun with my family in Florida. We have been hanging out with family. It has been two years since this northern boy has been this far south. I am glad that my wife has been able to spend time with her family. We have had fun at Mark and Nancy's house. I was able to help cut the Lawn last night with a big Toro Mower. Can you believe I felt like I was swimming without ever getting in a pool. did I say it was hot. I miss my regular life at home, but it is fun to be out of town. I think I killed Marks home computer, I am not sure, but the stupid thing just up and quit, and will not allow us to reload to Windows, he said it has happened before, but I just feel all kind of bad. So here I am at the Plant City Library typing this little blog. I miss you all. I will blog again on the road. Have fun. Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7434235827542035473?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7434235827542035473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7434235827542035473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7434235827542035473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7434235827542035473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-hot-here-in-plant-city.html' title='It is hot here in Plant City . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sn8Q_LEqYyI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SEvsGm35cbE/s72-c/bmloutside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-458351385978245969</id><published>2009-07-28T20:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:32:18.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Hootenanny . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sm-XKPXq4xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/OxDQsquD6k0/s1600-h/HotelImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363671883401847570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sm-XKPXq4xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/OxDQsquD6k0/s400/HotelImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are on the &lt;a href="http://www.tennesseeriver600.com/"&gt;Tennessee River 600&lt;/a&gt; for the second year this year . . . I am running the chase truck and watching the boys, hence the Nanny thing. We are having fun. We are in Guntersville Alabama tonight, they have a computer and so here I sit with you all for a few moments. Above is a photo of my view.  We are right on the lake.   It is nice, the boys are swimming, and I am resting.  I just finished a book called &lt;a href="http://www.jenniferhaigh.com/"&gt;The Condition&lt;/a&gt; .  It was a wonderful read and an excellent ending.  I have enjoyed all three books by Jennifer Haigh . . .  I am now onto a book called Matrimony, it is good one chapter into it.  I am also reading The Love Dare book, it is hard and good all at the same time.  I am looking forward to posting some of my photos from the trip soon.  Well I have to go and hang with the people here.  Peace to you, until we blog again.  &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/6999828943030231868-458351385978245969?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/458351385978245969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=458351385978245969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/458351385978245969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/458351385978245969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-hootenanny.html' title='I am the Hootenanny . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GwYmsQ7zOg/Sm-XKPXq4xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/OxDQsquD6k0/s72-c/HotelImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-7202868127297871474</id><published>2009-07-11T14:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:09:28.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My current photo . . .</title><content type='html'>The photo on my front page was taken by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kilwirraarchitects/"&gt;Neill Kenmuir&lt;/a&gt;  and shared with the world on Flickr.  I have fallen in love with Flickr.  It is fun to see all the wonderful photos that folks from around the world have taken.  I hope you are able to spends some time on flickr along the way.  Thanks for the use of the wonderful photo.  Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-7202868127297871474?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/7202868127297871474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=7202868127297871474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7202868127297871474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/7202868127297871474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-current-photo.html' title='My current photo . . .'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999828943030231868.post-2605074782952131138</id><published>2009-07-09T08:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:21:30.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34318209@N06/3704165834/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2587/3704165834_3371a13f92_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/34318209@N06/3704165834/"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/34318209@N06/"&gt;Malcolm MacGregor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do you deal with disappointment?  This is a good question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6999828943030231868-2605074782952131138?l=soulloon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/feeds/2605074782952131138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6999828943030231868&amp;postID=2605074782952131138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2605074782952131138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6999828943030231868/posts/default/2605074782952131138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulloon.blogspot.com/2009/07/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>LittleTree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174368351199882210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0iPkybRVws/TwWrnH35DVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Erm3DdmnbPo/s220/P7240063.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2587/3704165834_3371a13f92_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
