<?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-807150083298064299</id><updated>2011-10-03T09:56:47.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim's blah, blah, blah...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-6801890769062106720</id><published>2011-01-05T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:08:07.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visa and MasterCard Scam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Just a heads up for everyone regarding the latest in Visa fraud. Royal Bank&lt;br /&gt;received this communication about the newest scam. This is happening in&lt;br /&gt;southern Alberta right now and moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is pretty slick since they provide YOU with all the information,&lt;br /&gt;except the one piece they want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, the callers do not ask for your card number; they already have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This information is worth reading. By understanding how the VISA &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;MasterCard telephone Credit Card Scam works, you'll be better prepared to&lt;br /&gt;protect yourself. One of our employees was called on Wednesday from 'VISA',&lt;br /&gt;and I was called on Thursday from 'MasterCard'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scam works like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person calling says - 'This is (name), and I'm calling from the Security and&lt;br /&gt;Fraud Department at VISA. My Badge number is 12460, Your card has been&lt;br /&gt;flagged for an unusual purchase pattern, and I'm calling to verify. This&lt;br /&gt;would be on your VISA card which was issued by (name of bank). Did you&lt;br /&gt;purchase an Anti-Telemarketing Device for $497.99 from a marketing company&lt;br /&gt;based in Arizona ?'  When you say 'No', the caller continues with, 'Then we&lt;br /&gt;will be issuing a credit to your account. This is a company we have been&lt;br /&gt;watching and the charges range from $297 to $497, just under the $500&lt;br /&gt;purchase pattern that flags most cards. Before your next statement, the&lt;br /&gt;credit will be sent to (gives you your address), is that correct?' You say&lt;br /&gt;'yes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caller continues - 'I will be starting a Fraud Investigation. If you&lt;br /&gt;have any questions, you should call the 1- 800 number listed on the back of&lt;br /&gt;your card (1-800-VISA) and ask for Security. You will need to refer to this&lt;br /&gt;Control Number. The caller then gives you a 6 digit number. 'Do you need me&lt;br /&gt;to read it again?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the IMPORTANT part on how the scam works - The caller then says, 'I&lt;br /&gt;need to verify you are in possession of your card'.  He'll ask you to 'turn&lt;br /&gt;your card over and look for some numbers'. There are 7 numbers; the first 4&lt;br /&gt;are part of your card number, the last 3 are the Security Numbers that&lt;br /&gt;verify you are the possessor of the card. These are the numbers you&lt;br /&gt;sometimes use to make Internet purchases to prove you have the card.  The&lt;br /&gt;caller will ask you to read the last 3 numbers to him. After you tell the&lt;br /&gt;caller the 3 numbers, he'll say, 'That is correct, I just needed to verify&lt;br /&gt;that the card has not been lost or stolen, and that you still have your&lt;br /&gt;card.  Do you have any other questions?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you say no, the caller then thanks you and states, 'Don't hesitate to&lt;br /&gt;call back if you do', and hangs up. You actually say very little, and they&lt;br /&gt;never ask for or tell you the card number. But after we were called on&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, we called back. Within 20 minutes to ask a question. Are we were&lt;br /&gt;glad we did!  The REAL VISA Security Department told us it was a scam and in&lt;br /&gt;the last 15 minutes a new purchase of $497.99 was charged to our card. We&lt;br /&gt;made a real fraud report and closed the VISA account. VISA is reissuing us a&lt;br /&gt;new number.  What the scammers want is the 3-digit PIN number on the back of&lt;br /&gt;the card. Don't give it to them.  Instead, tell them you'll call VISA or&lt;br /&gt;Master Card directly for verification of their conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real VISA told us that they will never ask for anything on the card as&lt;br /&gt;they already know the information since they issued the card! If you give&lt;br /&gt;the scammers your 3 Digit PIN Number, you think you're receiving a credit;&lt;br /&gt;however, by the time you get your statement you'll see charges for purchases&lt;br /&gt;you didn't make, and by then it's almost too late and/or more difficult to&lt;br /&gt;actually file a fraud report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this more remarkable is that on Thursday, I got a call from a&lt;br /&gt;'Jason Richardson of MasterCard' with a word-for-word repeat of the VISA&lt;br /&gt;Scam. This time I didn't let him finish. I hung up!  We filed a police&lt;br /&gt;report, as instructed by VISA. The police said they are taking several of&lt;br /&gt;these reports daily! They also urged us to tell everybody we know that this&lt;br /&gt;scam is happening. I dealt with a similar situation this morning, with the&lt;br /&gt;caller telling me that $3,097 had been charged to my account for plane&lt;br /&gt;tickets to Spain , and so on through the above routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that this Is a very active scam, and evidently quite successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807150083298064299-6801890769062106720?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6801890769062106720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2011/01/visa-and-mastercard-scam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/6801890769062106720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/6801890769062106720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2011/01/visa-and-mastercard-scam.html' title='Visa and MasterCard Scam'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-8471726792655043780</id><published>2010-01-09T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:48:17.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Make Yourself Filthy Rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:16.0pt;color:#8E6719;"&gt;"Only by giving are you able to receive more than you already have."  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;font-size:10.0pt;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wow4u.com/jrohn/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:gray;"&gt;Jim Rohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:10.0pt;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:10.0pt;color:gray;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Friends,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;As some of you know, my wife is the special events manager for the non-profit organization Olive Crest. Children that are victims of abuse and/or neglect by the hand of their parent(s) are taken from their homes and put into a state foster care system that often times continues the abuse by the hand of "bureaucracy". Children that have learned they have no value are commoditized by that system as they are passed from one foster family to another. Children that have learned they can trust no one are placed into a system that often fails itself. Some of the state’s 10,000 foster children have seen 14 different homes. These children (children!) who come already wounded only become more wounded, more hardened, more distrusting and more “unlovable”. And the most unlovable of these kids that the state is most ill-equipped and unable to care for come to Olive Crest. Olive Crest believes that “family” is the best antidote for the poisonous effects of abuse; “family” is the healing agent for these deep, previously untouchable wounds; “family” says ‘I understand your anger but here you can trust, here you can let go, here you can surrender to a love like you’ve never experienced and so desperately desire. Here you can breathe, whether it’s for a day or the rest of your life, Olive Crest can be your family’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Olive Crest offers counseling and education services, emergency sheltering, foster care support and adoption/permanent placement. I invite you to learn more at &lt;a href="http://www.olivecrest.org/"&gt;www.olivecrest.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;These economically challenging times can be financially debilitating for families. As many of you have experienced firsthand, coming up with the resources to make ends meet causes a lot of stress on the familial system. Such is the case with Olive Crest. The money from the state has been cut 40%. Donations from corporations, foundations and donors have decreased. Sponsorships for Olive Crest events are harder to come by. Yet children are being fed into the system in increasing numbers and the needs of the children and the families continue to exist. Hence, the question and challenge for you…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;How can you help Olive Crest?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;On March 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, Olive Crest will hold their annual gala auction. But items to be auctioned are in small supply. So here is my request: Do you own a business or have contacts/friends that own a business that can donate a service or item that could be sold to benefit this cause? Do you own a vacation home in a place that would cause a paddle-raising frenzy and earn Olive Crest a donor’s big check?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Or maybe you’d like to make a financial gift? Again, how can you help Olive Crest?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;If have an item or service please let Toni know. She can be contacted at &lt;a href="mailto:toni-young@olivecrest.org"&gt;toni-young@olivecrest.org&lt;/a&gt;. You can title your email “Get Tim off my back” so it’s not dismissed as junk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Your prayers for the organization and the families and kids would be greatly appreciated. My hope would be that in giving you would experience the richest of blessings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Tim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807150083298064299-8471726792655043780?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8471726792655043780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-make-yourself-filthy-rich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/8471726792655043780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/8471726792655043780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-make-yourself-filthy-rich.html' title='How To Make Yourself Filthy Rich'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-2861984773858034385</id><published>2009-09-22T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:45:51.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop and sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SrlsSyvXz0I/AAAAAAAABEI/xFO69iT4l_k/s320/drawing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384453899612049218" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;Not trying to be cavalier with my titling conventions; There is, really!!! a connection between these two disparate topics. Give me a few moments to explain and it might make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;First, one of the family dogs was experiencing some digestive issues that resulted in a rather, shall we say, ‘soupy’ version of what we’ve come to expect from our trips to the gravel dumping area. The whole matter was complicated by the fact that Teddy is a Maltese Che Zhu with a long haired tail. I guess I don’t need to go into any more graphic detail. Any one with children remembers and knows the noxious duty of cleaning up those that can’t clean themselves. In my book it is a supreme act of sacrifice. And depending on your brain’s ability to desensitize the olfactory the ‘sacrifice’ may stay with you longer than you’d wish…&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;And secondly, last Sunday the pastor of the church that Toni and I have been attending introduced a new series based on the book of Luke. This series at Mars Hill (marshillchurch.org) will last approximately three years as he goes through the book line-by-line. Pastor Mark Driscoll is supplementing his teaching in this series with video footage which was shot during a recent trip to Greece, Turkey and Israel. It has all the makings to be a great series. You can go to the church website and follow this teaching either by podcast or vodcast.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;As Driscoll wrapped up his introduction he reiterated a question that was asked of him upon his return from the middle east: “Did you learn anything new?” His Jewish tour guide offered him some powerful insight and he shared that with us on Sunday. I will do my best to paraphrase this.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;One of the many photos that were taken showed two of Mark Driscoll’s children sitting on a stone ‘bench’ with holes cut into the top and front edges of it. It was long bench and had a dozen of these openings. This was the communal lavatory of the time. No walls, no doors, no place for secret liaisons by Senators from Idaho. And consequently, no toilet paper, so there was a trough right in front of the ‘seat’ where one could scoop the running water there to cleanse oneself.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Bear with me. I’m getting to my point.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;One of the means that the poor had to earn money was to stand in front of those (how do I say…) “doing their duty” was to offer to cleanse the (augh!) ‘privates’ of their customers. This was done with a sponge stuck to the end of a stick which was inserted into the hole as the patron was seated. Obviously there was an issue with using and reusing this sponge so these business people had to do their best to sterilize the sponge. A vinegar mixture was used…&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;“Now from the sixth hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;there was darkness over all the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;until the ninth hour. And about the ninth hour Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;cried out with a loud voice, saying "Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?" that is, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" And some of the bystanders, hearing it, said, "This man is calling Elijah." And one of them at once ran and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;took a sponge, filled it with&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi- font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;sour wine, and put it on a reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;gave it to him to drink. But the others said, "Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to save him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;And Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;cried out again with a loud voice and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yielded up his spirit.” Matthew 27:45-48 (ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;“And at the ninth hour Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cried with a loud voice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;"Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?" which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" And some of the bystanders hearing it said, "Behold, he is calling Elijah." And someone ran &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;and filled a sponge with&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi- font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sour wine, put it on a reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and gave it to him to drink, saying, "Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to take him down." And Jesus uttered a loud cry and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;breathed his last.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mark 15:34-37 (ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi- font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;After this, Jesus, knowing that all was now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="text-underline:#0026ED"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#0026ED;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;finished, said (to fulfill the Scripture), "I thirst." A jar full of sour wine stood there, so they put &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;a sponge full of the sour wine on a hyssop branch and held it to his mouth&lt;/b&gt;. When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, "It is finished," and he bowed his head and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;gave up his spirit.” John 19: 28-30 (ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi- font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;They gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;poison for food, and for my thirst they gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;sour wine to drink.” Psalm 69:21 (ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;And HERE was Driscoll’s point: That between Jesus stating “Father, forgive them” and “it is finished”, a shitty sponge was shoved into the mouth of our Savior. After offering his own body as a sacrifice for us all, his tongue was left with the taste and his nose was filled with the stench of our uncleanliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Cleaning up my dog’s butt and having that smell waft into my nostrils was bad enough. But the power of Driscoll’s sermon was dialed up just a touch more when I thought of this new insight and detail of one more thing that Jesus endured to “clean me up”.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;What an (even more) amazing grace! I am so thankful for his kindness, mercy, patience and forbearance on my behalf.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;To listen to last week’s sermon, go to http://www.marshillchurch.org/media/luke/eyewitness-to-jesus&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807150083298064299-2861984773858034385?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2861984773858034385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/poop-and-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/2861984773858034385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/2861984773858034385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/poop-and-jesus.html' title='Poop and sacrifice'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SrlsSyvXz0I/AAAAAAAABEI/xFO69iT4l_k/s72-c/drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-1741959522875886808</id><published>2009-09-01T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:49:12.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fool and the fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The fool folds his hands and ruins himself.&lt;/span&gt; Ecclesiastes 4:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Toni and I got home from work to find the chicken roasting in the oven and Matt whirling away on the exercise bike. Brooke had prepared the chicken and was roasting it at the 475 degrees per Toni’s instructions. We realized, at the sight of the overly browned chicken that the oven should’ve been set to 450. Not a big deal. Matt, trying to get in shape for the fall lacrosse season, decided he is going to take a shower before dinner and goes into the kids’ bathroom and turns on the heater/fan. The kid apparently likes to sweat MORE &lt;u&gt;after&lt;/u&gt; taking a shower because he always uses the heater in the overhead fan unit. After a hot shower I need to cool down or I sweat for the next hour, ruining the reason for taking a shower in the first place. Not Matt. Give him more heat!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;All the commotion of getting home, getting dinner ready, kids going about there stuff, trying to get everyone to the table is compounded with our weird-acting dog, Teddy: pacing about, needing to be held and constantly being under foot. Annoy-ing! But we finally get seated at the table when our fire alarm starts beeping. I get up and turn the alarm off and go back to the table wondering why the alarm sounded. I’ve set the smoke detector off with my cooking. I’m Julia Child with a fire helmet but there wasn’t any smoke when I took the chicken out of the oven. And the alarm went off again. I got up to turn off the alarm again, started to go back to the table when it went off again. I was more than a little annoyed because 1) I’m not eating dinner 2) I can acknowledge that I occasionally burn stuff in the oven and then have to deal with the smoke and the jokes about burning down the house and putting the family in harm’s way but 3) there was NO smoke with the chicken, so why am I being put-out by the alarm? As I go back to turn off the alarm, I tell those sitting at the table to check out the back half of the house to make sure it’s not on fire. Logical thinking, but understand: the way I said this was to mock the alarm. It’s like, when you’re sitting someplace and a little kid squirts you in the face with a squirt gun. The first time is OK, might be kind's cute; then he does it again and you shoot him the sneer. Then he does it again and you’re really annoyed and want to pinch his head off. Then you realize that if you just acknowledge him, say “OK, you got me” and fall over dead, he will have what he wants and will leave you alone! “OK, you got me, would someone go to the back half of the house and make sure it’s not burning down, you got me! I got dinner to eat!” So imagine that feeling at that moment when you hear the commotion and see the smoke out the playroom window! Dinner’s going to have to wait.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;We remodeled the kids’ bathroom ten years ago. One of the fixtures that survived the demo was this multi-switched fan unit that had a light, heater, fan and combination of all three things that could work separately or together. We liked it because it had this cool, retro-Jetson’s look to it. Our house was built in 1956 and this fan was probably original equipment of that era. Then again, maybe not, because when we remodeled the rest of the house and redid the master bath, we found the same fan design at Seattle Lighting and installed this ‘new’ fan in the new bathroom.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Toni left the dinner table and opened the bathroom door and the room was filled with smoke and the heater unit was on. What had happened was the fan unit had burned out and the heater element was left to just cook away. The Brinks Security person on the other end of the phone with Toni; I got a ladder to look up into our crawl space above the bathroom to make sure there wasn’t a fire there (miracle one: we've got one place to access the crawl space in our low-pitched roofed home, in that bathroom); and the fire trucks had found their way to our lane and our house (miracle #2 because we live on a lane in which the houses are not in whatever system the fire department has. I’ve watched fire and medical units go around the other block and down other lanes trying to find where it is they need to go, so when the trucks pull up this is no small deal). There was no fire, just a lot of smoke. But it was close to being something worse.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;When the fire guys came to the back of our house I was removing the fan unit from the ceiling (note: we have a door from that bathroom that goes out to the backyard, put in by the previous owner so they could go from the bathroom to the backyard hot tub and return, presumably to a really warm bathroom heated by the fan/heater/retro-Jetson multi-switched fan-heater unit). One of the guys had in his hand a device that looks like something a grocery store stock boy uses to take inventory but was actually a device used to find bodies in smoke-filled rooms with little or no visibility. He had no trouble finding me, taking down the fan unit. But he pointed this heat reading gun at the element in the fan and it was 300 degrees. I was simultaneously awed by the cool gun device he had and the fact that this thing was as hot as it was, and at the gravity of how close we were/could’ve been to a real fire. We smelled no smoke. Only the incessant beeping of this annoying alarm. And my dinner was getting cold (The fool folds his hands and ruins himself). &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;The smoke cleared to reveal something more than a faulty fan.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Smoke detectors, nervous, skittish dog, the fire department and cold chicken. Thankful.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807150083298064299-1741959522875886808?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1741959522875886808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/fool-and-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/1741959522875886808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/1741959522875886808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/fool-and-fire.html' title='The fool and the fire'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-9027381109590143212</id><published>2009-08-14T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:33:07.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ObamaCare and BodyLanguage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SoWoPgJ5g1I/AAAAAAAABEA/QoyPA6_KqE4/s1600-h/afterbeers_PS-0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SoWoPgJ5g1I/AAAAAAAABEA/QoyPA6_KqE4/s320/afterbeers_PS-0436.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369883114992141138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I got this email from a friend and thought I'd share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I am stunned that the official &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/blog/Over-Beers/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;White House Blog published this picture&lt;/a&gt; and that it is in the public &lt;a href="http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2009/07/obamas_revealing_body_language.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;domain&lt;/a&gt;. The body language is most revealing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Sergeant Crowley, the sole class act in this trio, helps the handicapped  Professor Gates down the stairs, while &lt;a href="http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2009/07/obamas_revealing_body_language.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;   margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;img height="10" src="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif" bsrc="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif" width="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, heedless of the infirmities of his friend and fellow victim of self-defined racial profiling, strides ahead on his own. So who is compassionate? And who is so self-involved and arrogant that he is oblivious?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;In my own dealings with the wealthy and powerful, I have always found that the way to quickly capture the moral essence of a person is to watch how they treat those who are less powerful. Do they understand that the others are also human beings with feelings? Especially when they think nobody is looking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update from another person:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I think this photo constitutes another major Obama blunder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;As some AT commentators point out, this picture becomes a metaphor for ObamaCare. The elderly are left in the back, with only the kindness of the Crowleys of the world, the stand up guys, to depend on. The government has other priorities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;One of the major subtexts of the &lt;a href="http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2009/07/obamas_revealing_body_language.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;health care&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;   margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;img height="10" src="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif" bsrc="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif" width="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; debate involves the public's fear of indifferent, powerful bureaucrats ruling their lives. It is one thing to wait in line at the DMV to find out which other line you should wait in, in order to begin the process of waiting for multiple bureaucrats to go through the motions of processing your request. I have spent entire afternoons going through this process.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;But when we get to health care, waiting often means enduring pain and dysfunction longer than necessary, sometimes a worsening of the condition, and sometimes death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;That's why I think this image will have genuine resonance. It captures something that older Americans in particular can relate to. The President presses ahead with a program that will tell them to take painkillers instead of getting that artificial hip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;At every stage of the entire Gates affair, Obama has provided a revealing tell. The "acted stupidly" blunder revealed that he automatically blames the police and thinks they really are stupid to begin with. It didn't trigger a single alarm bell in his mind as he figured out what to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Then, the non-apology apology revealed an arrogant man who cannot do what honest people do: admit it when they make a mistake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Now at stage three, the beer photo op looked OK. It didn't turn into a disaster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;But then in a small moment that nobody in the &lt;a href="http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2009/07/obamas_revealing_body_language.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;White House&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;   margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;img height="10" src="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif" bsrc="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif" width="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had the brains to understand, Obama goes and send a body language message like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I think he is going to get deeper and deeper into trouble. He is no longer repeating the familiar scripts dreamed up for the campaign. He was a master performer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;But when he goes improv, as a president must do, he lets his true character show. This helps widen the level of doubt that Obama is the same guy a majority voted for.  Those doubts can only grow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Andrew McCarthy has assembled an &lt;a href="http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2009/07/obamas_birth_certificate_and_t.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;overwhelming case&lt;/a&gt; that Obama has lied about who he is. I predict that more and more Americans will become open to the argument that they have been had by a sophisticated and ruthless effort to foist a phony on America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/807150083298064299-9027381109590143212?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/9027381109590143212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/obamacare-and-bodylanguage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/9027381109590143212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/9027381109590143212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/obamacare-and-bodylanguage.html' title='ObamaCare and BodyLanguage'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SoWoPgJ5g1I/AAAAAAAABEA/QoyPA6_KqE4/s72-c/afterbeers_PS-0436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-7079375633085312337</id><published>2009-07-27T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:20:43.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gospel of Obama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was going to entitle this something like "Obama is Jesus?" or "The Reformissional Obama Christ"; just something to enflame you to want to read by blah, blah below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With all the clatter that has erupted over Obama’s healthcare proposal, I’d like to interject a thought into the subject/anger generated over the proposal of offering healthcare to illegal immigrants: How much of our judgment is based on the word “illegal”, and, how would we see the issue differently if we substituted for illegal the words “the widows, the orphans, the oppressed.” I think we react to the term “illegal” because it connotes that something is being taken from us that is OURS. If we are so self-righteous about protecting our stuff, we hardly have to look to the 'thieves' that cross our borders. We should be protesting the thieves in congress; we should be angry that 90% of the farm subsidies in this country don’t go to farmers who are trying to earn a living for their families but to millionaire democrats on Long Island who have figured out how to work the system for their benefit at the expense of those who it was entitled for. That one is just one example! What if we thought of the “illegals” as those who come here to escape the poverty and oppression of their own country in an effort to just put food on the tables for their families? When we want a better life for ourselves we go across the street to get a different/higher paying  job. The illegals have to go across the border to simply find work. And much of the work that is done is the work that we so self-righteously and arrogantly won’t “stoop down” to do. I admit that when I have a yard that needs cleaning up I’d much rather pay Mr. Lopez to do it, not because I have an attitude to help those ‘less fortunate’ (and how bigoted is that thought) but simply because I don’t want to do it. It’s not about charity; it’s about my own laziness! What if we saw the illegals as honest, hardworking peoples that are simply trying to put food on the table and carve out some semblance of a better life like the rest of us (roughly the same amount of State deficit in California goes across the border in Mexico by those that work here illegally, i.e. those trying to provide for families back home. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That might be a naive assumption&lt;/span&gt;). What if we saw this issue as not what is wrong with the illegals, but what is wrong with us? Why are we so protective of our stuff (“I need that extra $50 I spend in taxes to pay for my storage unit because my house doesn’t hold all my junk!”). Why the storehouses? Who ‘owns’ our stuff? Why so tight-fisted? Maybe the illegals come here because we refuse to leave our comforts and go there. I don’t have a mission trip to Nicaragua on my calendar. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;This isn’t to say that there can’t/shouldn’t be legal means to have our neighbors enter this country, but aren’t we, at some point, left with the same problem? Millions of legal ‘illegals’ taking what is ‘ours’, taking away what is rightfully mine, taking away from what I want to provide for my family? Would we really feel better about the situation then or does it merely provide a distraction while we think of ways to add to our stuff and build a fortress to protect it (You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I know the issue is more complex than this. But rather than focus on the terminology created by politicians and radio hosts what if we looked into the heart of Jesus to see what he wants for all his children, those with nothing and those with storehouses.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;This isn’t to suggest that Healthcare Reform is The Good News/Gospel, or that Obama’s intentions are something missional.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just a few thoughts…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807150083298064299-7079375633085312337?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7079375633085312337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/gospel-of-obama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/7079375633085312337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/7079375633085312337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/gospel-of-obama.html' title='The Gospel of Obama?'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-7720409992511234</id><published>2008-12-31T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:23:48.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Hoping that everyone has a safe and happy new year celebration and that your new year is the best ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807150083298064299-7720409992511234?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7720409992511234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/7720409992511234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/7720409992511234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-4637021777280591547</id><published>2008-12-26T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:58:29.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt San Diego-bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVWl-zqJUZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/EpP3WD5zY3I/s1600-h/IMG_6321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVWl-zqJUZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/EpP3WD5zY3I/s320/IMG_6321.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284312236226597266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt and his Seattle Starz lacrosse team travel to San Diego for the 2009 High School Adrenaline Challenge January 9-11. This team is currently 12-1 in tournament play and looks to improve that record against teams from all western states.&lt;div&gt;I will keep you posted on the team's tournament results after that weekend.&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/807150083298064299-4637021777280591547?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4637021777280591547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/matt-san-diego-bound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/4637021777280591547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/4637021777280591547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/matt-san-diego-bound.html' title='Matt San Diego-bound'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVWl-zqJUZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/EpP3WD5zY3I/s72-c/IMG_6321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-4538096942282436478</id><published>2008-12-26T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:42:18.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of gifts...</title><content type='html'>Looking back one year, to Christmas 2007, I can tell you that two of the gifts that I received were used literally every day: My iPod Touch, used for its calendar, Web access to e-mail, podcasts and music, and to haul around photos for the purpose of bragging; and the espresso machine that Toni bought, which at the time I thought was too much money to spend on such a thing but has paid for itself over and over. I estimate that we have made 700 double-tall lattes this year! We had spent $950 at Starbucks in 2007 (as tracked by debit card and credit card transactions. No accounting for cash expenditures of which there surely were some). But our 2008 tally for Starbucks as recorded in our banking register is merely $250 and most of that is for espresso beans. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two great gifts, greatly used and appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807150083298064299-4538096942282436478?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4538096942282436478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/speaking-of-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/4538096942282436478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/4538096942282436478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/speaking-of-gifts.html' title='Speaking of gifts...'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-7843933919899093259</id><published>2008-12-26T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:22:27.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2009 Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The movie "The Bucket List" inspired some planning for 2009:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Increase life insurance&lt;div&gt;2. Read eight books: 4 that I've previously read and 4 new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Plan and take three "real" vacations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Do "real" monthly date-nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Exercise spiritual disciplines regularly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Finish garage by March 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Get weight down to 180 and keep it there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Have four new couples over for dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Train and participate in event such as Seafair 1/2 marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807150083298064299-7843933919899093259?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7843933919899093259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-2009-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/7843933919899093259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/7843933919899093259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-2009-bucket-list.html' title='My 2009 Bucket List'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-5357364736016566123</id><published>2008-12-26T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:03:07.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>There was a lot to be thankful for this holiday. For Christmas Eve everyone pitched in to make an incredible meal: I made crab cakes, Toni made the rice dish, Matt made the salad and dressing, and Brooke broiled the asparagas. It was great to have everyone in the kitchen working to make the holiday meal an experience beyond just putting it in ones mouth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas morning was great with the opening of presents. Toni and I didn't give presents to each other (unless the new washer and dryer counts, but it shouldn't because it was something that was NEEDED as the old one broke down and needed to be replaced), so the focus was strickly on the kids. The highlight for me was in what the kids gave their mother: Brooke shopped for and got Toni a gift card and kitchen towels, very practical and appreciated by her mom; Matt made Toni a coupon book with tasks that he will "gladly do without complaint", such as take the dogs out, vacuum room, etc. The thing I thought was so cool was how these gifts so perfectly represented the qualities of each person: Brooke loves to shop, loves physical gifts, likes to have "things" and like to give things. And that is great! Matt seldom has great shopping experiences, couldn't find a "thing" to give his mom so he reached down within himself to create what he thought would be a great gift for his mom, and it was. The kids and their gifts to their mom was probably the highlight of this Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for our Christmas dinner we went to my sister's house, had my other brothers and their families there and had a great time, great dinner, great wine and conversation, opened some gifts. Awesome. Only wished that mom and dad could've made it up but due to snowy conditions on the way up they turned around, which is understandable. But we appreciate the effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will plan to do Christmas a bit different next year. The season always comes and goes so fast. With only a few more Christmas' with Matt 'in house' I need to make sure these next few years are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all had a great Christmas 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807150083298064299-5357364736016566123?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5357364736016566123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/joy-of-christmas-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/5357364736016566123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/5357364736016566123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/joy-of-christmas-2008.html' title='Joy of Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807150083298064299.post-4903374185554534240</id><published>2008-12-24T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:53:57.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the way to start this blog-thing</title><content type='html'>I thought to Google the blog posts to see if there was someone with the same name. There was a Tim Young who seemed pretty excited that there was finally a picture of Jennifer Aniston from the GQ photoshoot (naked, except for a tie) available for him to post on his blog (assuming this, as I didn't look at his site). Great, just what I need, to be confused with that Tim Young. So hopefully this post will offer me some shielding from those ready to launch judgement-bombs at a Tim looking at a naked JA, that I am here, behaving myself and minding my own biz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807150083298064299-4903374185554534240?l=timsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4903374185554534240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-way-to-start-this-blog-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/4903374185554534240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807150083298064299/posts/default/4903374185554534240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-way-to-start-this-blog-thing.html' title='Not the way to start this blog-thing'/><author><name>Tim Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601833703085619770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNgEpEP1Cuk/SVKJ62FrdtI/AAAAAAAAAno/rwvH_CktQKU/S220/Timtwit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
