<?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-8857395502969412208</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:13:05.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VOICE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-7237448353016609189</id><published>2009-11-21T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:15:47.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.21.2009 Work! what's that?</title><content type='html'>Had to take some time and remember what work really was.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so that's what it looks like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SwgDwE3lloI/AAAAAAAAAoA/HRDu9iAJRsk/s1600/ATT00515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SwgDwE3lloI/AAAAAAAAAoA/HRDu9iAJRsk/s200/ATT00515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406575477133776514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SwgDXOQj5wI/AAAAAAAAAn4/erYP5ZQ37Jw/s1600/ATT00527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SwgDXOQj5wI/AAAAAAAAAn4/erYP5ZQ37Jw/s200/ATT00527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406575050157713154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SwgC8omvtcI/AAAAAAAAAnw/xaz8nPgI7x8/s1600/ATT00417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SwgC8omvtcI/AAAAAAAAAnw/xaz8nPgI7x8/s200/ATT00417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406574593373615554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-7237448353016609189?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/7237448353016609189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/11/11212009-work-whats-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/7237448353016609189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/7237448353016609189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/11/11212009-work-whats-that.html' title='11.21.2009 Work! what&apos;s that?'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SwgDwE3lloI/AAAAAAAAAoA/HRDu9iAJRsk/s72-c/ATT00515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-5130945927209116205</id><published>2009-11-14T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:32:26.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.14.2009 So that's what it's like</title><content type='html'>With all the free time this year, we haven't taken many m-cycle trips. I've only worked about 3 1/2 months the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;So although we had the time, we didn't have the money. We spent alot of time trying to sell "stuff" just to pay the bills. Thank goodness we had stuff to sell.&lt;br /&gt;So today I thought I would just spend some time remembering what it used to be like to ride. Thank goodness for memories too.&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOHHHHHH, I remember now, I can feel the wind in my hair!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get my motor running. I think I'll start my bike just to hear it run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv68FrAxexI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mWR2NBs6308/s1600-h/SHARON+trip+to+tenn,+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv68FrAxexI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mWR2NBs6308/s200/SHARON+trip+to+tenn,+07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403963408522509074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv673SMudvI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/1bwBj4abqWI/s1600-h/BALD+river+falls+2004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 89px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv673SMudvI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/1bwBj4abqWI/s200/BALD+river+falls+2004a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403963161343588082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv68Q_KhCPI/AAAAAAAAAng/n5DcuNxoMRk/s1600-h/GROUP+ride+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv68Q_KhCPI/AAAAAAAAAng/n5DcuNxoMRk/s200/GROUP+ride+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403963602910644466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv68ozxbRWI/AAAAAAAAAno/gx7MfR1oMM8/s1600-h/MAR+9,+09e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv68ozxbRWI/AAAAAAAAAno/gx7MfR1oMM8/s200/MAR+9,+09e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403964012169479522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-5130945927209116205?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/5130945927209116205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/11/11142009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/5130945927209116205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/5130945927209116205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/11/11142009.html' title='11.14.2009 So that&apos;s what it&apos;s like'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv68FrAxexI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mWR2NBs6308/s72-c/SHARON+trip+to+tenn,+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-9048239751739494856</id><published>2009-11-13T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:23:54.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.13.2009 Cool things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv1ryO3jMpI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hc7IfitJNmc/s1600-h/MCAirplaneEngine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv1ryO3jMpI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hc7IfitJNmc/s200/MCAirplaneEngine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403593638643184274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv1rlyoaRjI/AAAAAAAAAnA/tU-CXE9t0Xg/s1600-h/jeep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv1rlyoaRjI/AAAAAAAAAnA/tU-CXE9t0Xg/s200/jeep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403593424905061938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that are just cool. They are many times impractical, but hey we still for some reason, like them. The pictures above are of what i like to call "cool things". My wife rolls her eyes at me when i see them or want to take pictures of them. She says what purpose does that serve, it's just a thing.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take it anyway and she lets me be me. They would serve no real practicable purpose in my life, but if i could get them, I WOULD!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I guest that's the little boy inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-9048239751739494856?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/9048239751739494856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/11/11132009-cool-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/9048239751739494856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/9048239751739494856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/11/11132009-cool-things.html' title='11.13.2009 Cool things'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sv1ryO3jMpI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hc7IfitJNmc/s72-c/MCAirplaneEngine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-4485065592192862337</id><published>2009-11-11T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:04:28.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.11.2009 Who's really in control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SvrgHmd4RZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ucyJYmjeRGM/s1600-h/!cid_0BA91C423B52460682C620E3BF6C9D42%40lovegift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402877124173907346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SvrgHmd4RZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ucyJYmjeRGM/s200/!cid_0BA91C423B52460682C620E3BF6C9D42%40lovegift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems my life goes on and on but nothing really changes. I'm like that saying on my M-n-Laws blog. "Inside every old person is a young person saying, what happened". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We inherited my dad's cat, Princes, in 2000. She follows me everywhere I go, yes even to the bathroom. I feel like she is my shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhere I start to sit down she is already airborn and when my hinney hits the chair within a split seconds she lands perfectly in my lap. Then she'll look me dead in the eyes as if saying "I wuv u". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gets on my nerves so bad but then that little look, I really think she has me "TRAINED". Then I get on my own nerves for letting her control me so. But then things never really change do they? So we'll keep up this cycle of sit, leap, land, look.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here we are today, Princes and I, she has me so wipped!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/8857395502969412208-4485065592192862337?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/4485065592192862337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/11/11112009-whos-really-in-control.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/4485065592192862337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/4485065592192862337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/11/11112009-whos-really-in-control.html' title='11.11.2009 Who&apos;s really in control'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SvrgHmd4RZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ucyJYmjeRGM/s72-c/!cid_0BA91C423B52460682C620E3BF6C9D42%40lovegift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-5693953269477518143</id><published>2009-11-10T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:22:23.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11, 10,2009 NEW LOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Svl_lrUwMsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/aAqwro9pUAo/s1600-h/MAR+31,+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402489513269277378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Svl_lrUwMsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/aAqwro9pUAo/s200/MAR+31,+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my bike a few months ago. I have always loved this look. I love my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold weather sapped the juice out of my battery. So Monday I had to jump it. In the process I had to take the back seat, backrest and luggage rack all off just to get the front seat off to get to the battery area. Usually doing all of this is not needed. Too many details to go into here, plus I just want to forget the experience.&lt;br /&gt;I got the bike started and the battery recharged, (back on top now)!!!!! Putting the accessories back on and I hit upon a great ideal, leave the backrest off. With all the kids grown and riding their own bikes now, I don't have to cover an extra rider. Another reason I've keep the backrest is because my bike has become the pack horse for almost all our "stuff" when we go on trips, something that always gets my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;I figured leave the backrest off and if we go on vacation it is only five minutes and the backrest is back on. Sooooo here is the bike as it sets now. Bikes always take better pictures from the other side when on the kickstand, unless you have one like my M-n-Laws that stand straight up when in park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402489710267300002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Svl_xJMveKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ajVjEj5j2Ko/s200/NEW+look+nov+09a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if I'm completely sold on the NEW LOOK yet but I'll try anything. One good thing about all the accessories is you can mix/match and it's like having several different bikes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time will tell with this version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-5693953269477518143?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/5693953269477518143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-102009-new-look.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/5693953269477518143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/5693953269477518143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-102009-new-look.html' title='11, 10,2009 NEW LOOK'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Svl_lrUwMsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/aAqwro9pUAo/s72-c/MAR+31,+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-7030227711977708135</id><published>2009-04-18T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:09:47.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/18/2009 How dare he</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sen665jcLMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p7uFuwraeOw/s1600-h/pervert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326063924131146946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sen665jcLMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p7uFuwraeOw/s200/pervert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disturbing, the image of America submitting to Islam!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you all saw the news the other day on President obama visiting arab nations. But if you didn't, here is what he did.&lt;br /&gt;While visiting an arab nation he bowed down and kissed the ring of that countries leader. This demonstrates a submissive act on the part of the United States of America. Never do we as free people bow to any man, especially a leader of another country.&lt;br /&gt;With this act, our president was paying homage to that leader as a superior thereby putting us (US) in the role as submissive servants. Things in this country are changing at an accelerated pace.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned with this act our president has shown a lack of true leadership and guts to stand side by side with other leaders as equals in the leading of our Nation. How dare any President of the US bow to any leader. This is not a show of respect but one of cowardliness. Our leaders need to get a backbone and take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;If we are not careful and attentive to our country and government, we wont even recognize it by the end of obamas first term.&lt;br /&gt;Many will say that I being to picky, but it is a possibility that by the end of obamas first term we will be legally with holding proper medication for our elderly because they are determined to not posses a quality of life and the legal killing of new born babies for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;They are already saying that time out punishment for a child is abuse and that taking our children to Church is a form of abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKE-UP-AMERICA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-7030227711977708135?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/7030227711977708135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/04/4182009-how-dare-he.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/7030227711977708135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/7030227711977708135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/04/4182009-how-dare-he.html' title='4/18/2009 How dare he'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sen665jcLMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p7uFuwraeOw/s72-c/pervert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-1990762449901244830</id><published>2009-04-11T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:48:09.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast but really tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SeDjIbc7PWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GD31R5gaM7U/s1600-h/2+foundation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323504493499465058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SeDjIbc7PWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GD31R5gaM7U/s200/2+foundation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/11/2009 Fast and really tired!&lt;br /&gt;After four months of doing nothing but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recuperating&lt;/span&gt;, we have one house to build. It's on Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Linville&lt;/span&gt;, Mount Vernon , Ky. This is from the back facing the lake. As you can see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;We started April, Tuesday 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SeDjIH5zwjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/iG0l05V3Vh0/s1600-h/12+top+plating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323504488251900466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SeDjIH5zwjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/iG0l05V3Vh0/s200/12+top+plating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are April, Thursday 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 09, we are top plating all the walls in the house. You can see the lake in the back ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SeDjIEREW7I/AAAAAAAAAlw/AZD0DJUQBsI/s1600-h/13+walls+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323504487275715506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SeDjIEREW7I/AAAAAAAAAlw/AZD0DJUQBsI/s200/13+walls+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April, Thursday 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 09, we are all finished ready to start the ceiling joists and roof. Three days and ready for the roof, we didn't work Friday because of rain so we had a day off.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad for the day off, because I was so tired and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-1990762449901244830?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/1990762449901244830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-but-really-tired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/1990762449901244830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/1990762449901244830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-but-really-tired.html' title='Fast but really tired!'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SeDjIbc7PWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GD31R5gaM7U/s72-c/2+foundation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-8619186843214233555</id><published>2009-04-04T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:23:55.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvels that fascinate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sde_RoQ-q3I/AAAAAAAAAlo/RGZ3s2UMX6w/s1600-h/SHIP-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320931794348845938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sde_RoQ-q3I/AAAAAAAAAlo/RGZ3s2UMX6w/s200/SHIP-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/4/20009 Sailing ships.&lt;br /&gt;Here is another of my favorite time lines in the world, the old ships that sailed the high seas. I love movies that have these older ships in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sde_RumBUxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bhoaun9gEXk/s1600-h/SHIP-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320931796047713042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sde_RumBUxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bhoaun9gEXk/s200/SHIP-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch them I am amazed at how they were ale to build them and actually sail across the oceans, especially when the storms raged on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sde_RXc3t6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/d3FXfnLmNKU/s1600-h/SHIP-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320931789835319202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sde_RXc3t6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/d3FXfnLmNKU/s200/SHIP-c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any desire to ever have been on one of them as a crew member or anything like that. I just love the way they moved on the seas and survived the storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sde_RVnbDtI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/IzTHM_y1cEk/s1600-h/SHIP-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320931789342707410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sde_RVnbDtI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/IzTHM_y1cEk/s200/SHIP-d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fascinating to me to watch them rise and dip in the waves of the oceans. The water breaking over the bow and sides, sometimes the thing looks like it's going under, then it pops back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8857395502969412208-8619186843214233555?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/8619186843214233555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/04/marvels-that-fascinate.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/8619186843214233555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/8619186843214233555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/04/marvels-that-fascinate.html' title='Marvels that fascinate!'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sde_RoQ-q3I/AAAAAAAAAlo/RGZ3s2UMX6w/s72-c/SHIP-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-4174486865999354720</id><published>2009-04-02T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:13:54.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooh yeeeaaah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdTwMxXfsAI/AAAAAAAAAlI/507IWaKDRG0/s1600-h/MAR+31,+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141162032377858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdTwMxXfsAI/AAAAAAAAAlI/507IWaKDRG0/s200/MAR+31,+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/2/2009 Oooooh yeeeaaah!&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine gave me a heart gift for Christmas 08. I work for him and met him up town for my paycheck and he opened the truck of his wife's car and said here these are for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdTwMmH_BmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3QJp3X-jvNw/s1600-h/MAR+31,+09-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141159014532706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdTwMmH_BmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3QJp3X-jvNw/s200/MAR+31,+09-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he gave me, a pair of hard-sided leather saddle bags. oh yeah I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdTwMvX7fwI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Hu744ag9zv4/s1600-h/MAR+31,+09-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141161497329410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdTwMvX7fwI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Hu744ag9zv4/s200/MAR+31,+09-c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another shot, they look good. It's good to have good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdTwMWjom4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/VRM8GFH7rY0/s1600-h/MAr+31,+09-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141154835536770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdTwMWjom4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/VRM8GFH7rY0/s200/MAr+31,+09-d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot looking down my hyper-charger. Along with the power commander they boost horsepower and reaction to throtle response. Look out don't get sucked down these intakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-4174486865999354720?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/4174486865999354720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/04/ooooh-yeeeaaah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/4174486865999354720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/4174486865999354720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/04/ooooh-yeeeaaah.html' title='Ooooh yeeeaaah!'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdTwMxXfsAI/AAAAAAAAAlI/507IWaKDRG0/s72-c/MAR+31,+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-6737785604909344835</id><published>2009-03-30T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:13:33.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted priorities!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdEkk1-EidI/AAAAAAAAAko/sdSgg2TR37I/s1600-h/Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319072850282580434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdEkk1-EidI/AAAAAAAAAko/sdSgg2TR37I/s200/Waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/30/2009 Twisted priorities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well our Country has done it again. What you ask? They have went and enacted one of those idiotic laws that's about as stupid as it comes. Read on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090327/ap_on_re_us/bootleg_detergent"&gt;Spokane County&lt;/a&gt;, Washington (the state) became the launch pad last July for the nation's strictest ban on dishwasher detergent made with phosphates, a measure aimed at reducing water pollution. The ban will be expanded statewide in July 2010, the same time similar laws take effect in several other states.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To beat it all the new detergents don't even work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This country passes the most stupid laws I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They care more for the environment than they do their own people. What about all the "GROWTH" hormones and "STEROIDS" and preservatives they put into our foods everyday? There are tests that prove these are affecting our health and especially the health of our youth. They don't care for the health of the poeple but will ban everything coming down the pick to save a tree, a bush or a weed. Can't do anything to upset the mighty dollar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes down to "ENVIRONMENT vs MANKIND", man will lose everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm all for taking care of our world, but our main concern must be the people who inhabit it first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdEkJzEJl8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/iM9xi6E6FUY/s1600-h/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319072385646303170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdEkJzEJl8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/iM9xi6E6FUY/s200/n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdEj6kzO-jI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8w_ESp37B6w/s1600-h/nn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319072124119218738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdEj6kzO-jI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8w_ESp37B6w/s200/nn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdEgCwCKdMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/LNnvD8fwOTg/s1600-h/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319067866527069378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdEgCwCKdMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/LNnvD8fwOTg/s200/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/8857395502969412208-6737785604909344835?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/6737785604909344835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/twisted-priorities.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/6737785604909344835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/6737785604909344835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/twisted-priorities.html' title='Twisted priorities!'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SdEkk1-EidI/AAAAAAAAAko/sdSgg2TR37I/s72-c/Waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-7215337113742600502</id><published>2009-03-28T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:15:35.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things remembered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sc5cgguC0bI/AAAAAAAAAj4/KP7grH7YxTU/s1600-h/cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318289923579761074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sc5cgguC0bI/AAAAAAAAAj4/KP7grH7YxTU/s200/cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting today reading. After I finished I was thinking of a post for the day. The last few days have been busy and I haven't gotten to do any post's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are several different subjects that I want to do posts on so the next several days are covered. But today I wanted to post on the small things in life we as humans kinda cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They may be insignificant to others but hold special places in our own hearts that can't be easily explained. We just know we like them and that's enough for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is one of them, my mother-n-law, Sandy, got this for me on one of their trips. It's carved out of real antler. It's from Montana. We have had it for several years now and is one of those gifts that I hold dear. Sometimes in this life it's the little things that have the most meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look around and do an inventory, I believe we'll all be surprised at the little things we have that bring smiles to our faces today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-7215337113742600502?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/7215337113742600502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-remembered.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/7215337113742600502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/7215337113742600502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-remembered.html' title='Things remembered!'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sc5cgguC0bI/AAAAAAAAAj4/KP7grH7YxTU/s72-c/cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-2422836529430401469</id><published>2009-03-25T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:34:59.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one each please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScqB5-_EIeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IViPbZtuLDI/s1600-h/MINI+xxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317205143224328674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScqB5-_EIeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IViPbZtuLDI/s200/MINI+xxl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the BMW Mini XXL. I don't think I could get Sharon to drive me around in it, she'd want me to drive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll have to extend the garagre area??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScqB5hzUGUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/K8q5re47sF8/s1600-h/1966+shelby+cobra+super+snake+5.5+million.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317205135390415170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScqB5hzUGUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/K8q5re47sF8/s200/1966+shelby+cobra+super+snake+5.5+million.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1966 Shelby Cobra "Super Snake". This car is awesome. It just sold for 5.5 million. I counted all our money and I was just a little short, darn that other $5,499,998.82. Well maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScqB5lQ-yoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0SqMt_0HiCE/s1600-h/4x4+eight+door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317205136320154242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScqB5lQ-yoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0SqMt_0HiCE/s200/4x4+eight+door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, 8 doors and jacked to the sky. My blood is ragging. Wouldn't this be cool to pull up to church in. I can just see the pastors eyes. Everything we do own to drive is some shade of red, even the kid's cars are red. My favorite color is a deep burgundy red. And this thing is red to beat, I think that's a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honey where's your money stash???????????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-2422836529430401469?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/2422836529430401469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-one-each-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/2422836529430401469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/2422836529430401469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-one-each-please.html' title='I want one each please!'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScqB5-_EIeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IViPbZtuLDI/s72-c/MINI+xxl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-5879747813899370295</id><published>2009-03-24T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:34:48.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sci_b4BxAiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/pij4CXy0DME/s1600-h/SCOTT+mar+17,+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316709845728035362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sci_b4BxAiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/pij4CXy0DME/s200/SCOTT+mar+17,+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar 17, 09-Magen and me fishing at our pond in front of our house. I'm facing toward our house.&lt;br /&gt;Miles is sitting with us, he is named after Sharon's dad, who is buried up behind where miles is sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sci_b2qz3vI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BhOI_JKFnOQ/s1600-h/SCOTT+mar+17,+09-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316709845363318514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sci_b2qz3vI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BhOI_JKFnOQ/s200/SCOTT+mar+17,+09-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is directly infront of our house, we enjoy fishing in this pond that was built and stocked by Sharon's parents 30 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sci_bgQ7vzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OGLsgVo7blg/s1600-h/COT+2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316709839349202738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sci_bgQ7vzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OGLsgVo7blg/s200/COT+2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left is the cabin her parents built 25 yrs ago, Sharon's brother (Brian) and family live there now.&lt;br /&gt;Our house is to the right, we started construction in 1997, cleared the land by hand and Sharon and I did all the work ourselves exterior and enterior. My father-n-law Jimmy Wallace, helped us put on the wooden siding. Building our own house was a dream come true for both of us and as dreams go, don't really want to dream that dream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sci_btjAnLI/AAAAAAAAAio/43hyj3Mmw4s/s1600-h/OCT+2004-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316709842914679986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sci_btjAnLI/AAAAAAAAAio/43hyj3Mmw4s/s200/OCT+2004-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is directly to the left and the cabin is directly to the right. They are out of picture.&lt;br /&gt;The two bottom pic's are taken directly oppisite each other.&lt;br /&gt;(bottom two pic's taken Oct. 2004)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-5879747813899370295?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/5879747813899370295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/5879747813899370295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/5879747813899370295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home!'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sci_b4BxAiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/pij4CXy0DME/s72-c/SCOTT+mar+17,+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-3899946636403075495</id><published>2009-03-22T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:28:50.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/22/2009 My how time fly's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Scab3fbTJxI/AAAAAAAAAig/mYHFSTEs-hQ/s1600-h/BOBBYSOC%27s+50th+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316107787788560146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Scab3fbTJxI/AAAAAAAAAig/mYHFSTEs-hQ/s200/BOBBYSOC%27s+50th+b-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Br. Bobby and wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Sharon and I went to our Church to celebrate his 50th  birthday. His family came in from everywhere, several from out of state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They invited everyone from the Church who could come. There was food and cake and soda. We all had a great time. Just before we finished eating they played a video of pictures all about Bobby.  From his childhood to the present. Believe me, there were some cute pictures, some cool pictures and some that where hilarious. So we all ate and watched and laughed many times very hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScabguElvQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ImHj6cEGl1o/s1600-h/BOBBBYSOC%27s+50th+b-day-f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316107396582849794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScabguElvQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ImHj6cEGl1o/s200/BOBBBYSOC%27s+50th+b-day-f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap thing up beore the cake, they took Bobby up on stage and "roasted" him. Pastor Hobbs was first, Br. Bill, then Bobby's Brother and then Br Daryl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They made us laugh and Bobby would sometimes blush and cover his face (nothing bad just funny). When they would start a story, Bobby would roll his head and begin laughing and that would make us anticipate the story even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed ourselves and "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBY"!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8857395502969412208-3899946636403075495?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/3899946636403075495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/3222009-my-how-time-flys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/3899946636403075495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/3899946636403075495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/3222009-my-how-time-flys.html' title='3/22/2009 My how time fly&apos;s!'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Scab3fbTJxI/AAAAAAAAAig/mYHFSTEs-hQ/s72-c/BOBBYSOC%27s+50th+b-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-191323252986935078</id><published>2009-03-19T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:44:41.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScMPZQEM9BI/AAAAAAAAAhw/MV74hF_h1Rg/s1600-h/EAGLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315108911711056914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScMPZQEM9BI/AAAAAAAAAhw/MV74hF_h1Rg/s200/EAGLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;America, the greatest gentile nation on the earth, founded on Christian principles. I fully support our troops and the war effort, I don't get the "crazy" mindset of some people who want to cave-in and bow to terrorists, thinking that if we leave them alone they'll leave us alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need we remind the USA about the 911. They attacked us, we have not only the right, but the responsibility to defend ourselves. In war things happen, but alot of America has turned into a nation of weak minded scaredy cats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say, "who do you think you are, you havent lost anyone over there". My son honorably served his tour there, walking patrols and clearing building and being shot at by cowards hiding in the civilian population. We wear uniforms, walk the streets and they call our troops cowards. And my Commanding Officer with his copilot were the first American pilot POW's in the first Iragi war, Dessert Storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this Nation had done its job right and finished the first war we wouldn't be back there now. But the cowardness of many withdrew our troops before that could be done. So, we have no one to blame but ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the first nation all other Countries call on for help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They want so much from us then turn their noses up at us when they don't need us anymore. When they can't defend themselves our phone rings. Like the nation we have helped secure freedom for, then they throw shoes at our President on national tv. Then, many gather and have a organized shoe throwing protest against our pressence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is the quality that makes us great. Our forgiving spirit that lets us reach out to others in their time of desperation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when we know they will eventually come to protest our very presence. Sometimes, maybe, we should just let them fight their own war then they'd appreciate us more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-191323252986935078?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/191323252986935078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/america.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/191323252986935078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/191323252986935078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/america.html' title='America'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScMPZQEM9BI/AAAAAAAAAhw/MV74hF_h1Rg/s72-c/EAGLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-6791185076832012356</id><published>2009-03-18T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:50:22.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another fishy story!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScGmauhAUJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OhHAbKjyV_0/s1600-h/KENTUCKY+bass+trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314712013367169170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScGmauhAUJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OhHAbKjyV_0/s200/KENTUCKY+bass+trophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, my trophy &lt;a href="http://www.kentuckylake.com/fishing/fishfacts/bass.html#kentucky"&gt;Kentucky bass&lt;/a&gt; . It was several years ago when I caught it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back in the day when I fished almost everyday of the year, not just those pretty days. I mean sometimes i fished when it was snowing and really cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScGmbT5kjLI/AAAAAAAAAho/-ENzVDTqOlc/s1600-h/KENTUCKY+bass+trophy-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314712023402319026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScGmbT5kjLI/AAAAAAAAAho/-ENzVDTqOlc/s200/KENTUCKY+bass+trophy-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this point of view it looks downright scarey. Could you imagine being inhaled into that mouth? This is the last picture a bait fish ever sees. It's rightout frightening.&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;This bass is the Kentucky state fish. It has a large appetite but does not get as large or heavy as the American Black bass. Just looking at them together you could barely tell them apart. After some study you would learn their differences, but the easiest is the Ky bass has a "&lt;a href="http://georgiawildlife.dnr.state.ga.us/documentdetail.aspx?docid=28&amp;amp;pageid=3&amp;amp;category=fishing"&gt;tooth&lt;/a&gt;" patch on the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Ky has a &lt;a href="http://fw.ky.gov/trophyfishrules.asp"&gt;Ky. trophy fish program&lt;/a&gt; and it is a great program. Bass are not the only fish in the trophy program, you would be surprised at the many different types and species of fish in this program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many fishermen participate in it each year. No, it is not run through tournaments and there are no entry fees. Each participant can fish anytime they chose at their leasure. When you catch a trohy fish just go through the certification process and submit. It's simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a great fishing program for the entire family. Here is the link for fish Species and categories: &lt;a href="http://fw.ky.gov/trophyfish.asp"&gt;eligibility list&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's simple, it's easy so check it out and enjoy. Pass the word about the program. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-6791185076832012356?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/6791185076832012356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-fishy-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/6791185076832012356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/6791185076832012356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-fishy-story.html' title='Another fishy story!!'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/ScGmauhAUJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OhHAbKjyV_0/s72-c/KENTUCKY+bass+trophy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-5784892811781575497</id><published>2009-03-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:46:28.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had my choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb6RKFolkVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zuxhvjNAgGM/s1600-h/SWORD+of+the+spirit+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844212840894802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb6RKFolkVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zuxhvjNAgGM/s200/SWORD+of+the+spirit+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the old days when KNIGHTs and kings and kingdoms walked the earth. The "medieval times" as we know them. If I had my choice I would want to be born back in those days. I love the armor and all that time frame entails. I tell my wife all the time that my motorcycle is my iron horse and all I need is my sword and armor. She rolls her eyes and shakes her little head at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb6RJyXuWrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/FDB8pJfzOOs/s1600-h/MAR+14,+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844207669893810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb6RJyXuWrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/FDB8pJfzOOs/s200/MAR+14,+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like all kinds of swords and armor. My favorite is the types carried by the KINGHTs of old. The samurai sword era is my next favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb6RJiVkbGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5lH18z-ge04/s1600-h/MAR+14,+09a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844203365887074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb6RJiVkbGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5lH18z-ge04/s200/MAR+14,+09a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite style sword is the ones carried by KNIGHTs, Here is my rendition of Excalibur. I love the story of King Arthur and his men. My all time favorite movie for this era is King Arthur w/Clive Owen, second is First Knight w/Sean Connery &amp;amp; Richard Gere.&lt;br /&gt;What draws me so much to this era is the honor and chivalry and dedication to king &amp;amp; fellow KNIGHTs. I love qualities such as courage, loyalty, commitment and consideration for others, especially to the underpriviledged. I have always stood for those who could not defend themselves, sometimes against three or four at a time. I always thought how cowardly for two or more to pick on one. The odds aren't fair, so in I'd go to defend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb7j7fn3v7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/avp1d7pOcHU/s1600-h/medieval-castles-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313935221584281522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb7j7fn3v7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/avp1d7pOcHU/s200/medieval-castles-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb7kjHRsj1I/AAAAAAAAAhA/A6mh6ILu7hY/s1600-h/crusades-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313935902243589970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb7kjHRsj1I/AAAAAAAAAhA/A6mh6ILu7hY/s200/crusades-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb7j6gA1WeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/aTb4RRpGLjY/s1600-h/medieval-knight-costume-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313935204509112802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb7j6gA1WeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/aTb4RRpGLjY/s200/medieval-knight-costume-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/8857395502969412208-5784892811781575497?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/5784892811781575497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-had-my-choice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/5784892811781575497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/5784892811781575497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-had-my-choice.html' title='If I had my choice'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb6RKFolkVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zuxhvjNAgGM/s72-c/SWORD+of+the+spirit+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-2384340788649010975</id><published>2009-03-14T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:06:36.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visiting we do go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwjCx_53aI/AAAAAAAAAZg/yGHdyeHzlH8/s1600-h/JIMMY+mar+13,+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313160191078423970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwjCx_53aI/AAAAAAAAAZg/yGHdyeHzlH8/s200/JIMMY+mar+13,+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday afternoon we had a visit with the N-laws. It was a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my Father-n-law, Jimmy, he is watching UK get their shorts beat off them. During commercial breaks he was always up waiting on the cats, I think they have him trained pretty good. I think I'll send Sharon over there for some of that "waiting on" training. I wonder how much that'd cost me??????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwjCpEWPxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/DJV87YzXp7E/s1600-h/SHARON+%26+mom+mar+13,+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313160188681142034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwjCpEWPxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/DJV87YzXp7E/s200/SHARON+%26+mom+mar+13,+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Sharon &amp;amp; her mom, we spent alot of time learning different stuff from each other because we all blog. Sandy knows all kinds of little tricks to get things done quickly so Sharon and I paid close attention. We found and signed up for our online Picasa accounts. That was cool because we didn't know how to set them up, turns out Google set them up for us, we just had to "code" in. I spent some time today squaring mine away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwjCEL5lLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AZs2_sYe1_Y/s1600-h/q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313160178780705970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwjCEL5lLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AZs2_sYe1_Y/s200/q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one of their cats; can't remember its name. Seems human names ain't the only ones I have trouble remembering. All their cat are healthy, I wish ours were. One week ours are fat the next their skin and bones (diet stays the same). They also had three kittens that just opened their eyes. Had to threaten Sharon to stay away from them. I gotta watch Jimmy he'll slip one of them kittens into Sharons pocket and I know she wouldn't say anything until we got home. Looking forward to another visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwjCpEWPxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/DJV87YzXp7E/s1600-h/SHARON+%26+mom+mar+13,+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-2384340788649010975?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/2384340788649010975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/visiting-we-do-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/2384340788649010975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/2384340788649010975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/visiting-we-do-go.html' title='A visiting we do go'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwjCx_53aI/AAAAAAAAAZg/yGHdyeHzlH8/s72-c/JIMMY+mar+13,+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-6447763661140069987</id><published>2009-03-13T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:02:33.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbpvBRBc8_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/JHYgV7tSrL4/s1600-h/MARCH+10,+2009+dinner+on+the+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312680777976968178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbpvBRBc8_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/JHYgV7tSrL4/s200/MARCH+10,+2009+dinner+on+the+deck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture on our deck March 10, 09. It's 80 degress and we visited, ate and fished. It was a great fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbpvBWHPY1I/AAAAAAAAANo/OJLJ0cobE_k/s1600-h/ccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312680779343422290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbpvBWHPY1I/AAAAAAAAANo/OJLJ0cobE_k/s200/ccc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 1/2 days later, March 13, 09, we have 3 ins of snow and down in the 30's. My wife got up 1 hr before me and went out on the deck and took a picture of the snow, I got up while she was in her prayer closet and without kowing it, went out and took this picture of the snow. Comparing them later, they were exactly the same picture. Great minds think alike, I've got her trained well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbpvBcAzAGI/AAAAAAAAANw/jczFqdJyLqc/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312680780927008866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbpvBcAzAGI/AAAAAAAAANw/jczFqdJyLqc/s200/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another morning picture, again my wife took almost the same exact picture 1 hr before. The difference here is I took mine through the kitchen window and she actually went out on the deck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbpvBEi9zYI/AAAAAAAAANg/M6gQT7wOChU/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbpvBEi9zYI/AAAAAAAAANg/M6gQT7wOChU/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312680774627872130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbpvBEi9zYI/AAAAAAAAANg/M6gQT7wOChU/s200/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home from church last night(&lt;a href="http://thechristiansway.blogspot.com/2009/03/ark-of-mercy.html"&gt;http://thechristiansway.blogspot.com/2009/03/ark-of-mercy.html&lt;/a&gt; ) it was snowing hard so we let the critters in and here they are together. I think the cat is confused as to its species/genus????????????? He lays with the dogs all the time. Mankind should learn to get past the barriers that divide us.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-6447763661140069987?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/6447763661140069987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/6447763661140069987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/6447763661140069987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbpvBRBc8_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/JHYgV7tSrL4/s72-c/MARCH+10,+2009+dinner+on+the+deck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-2363767873843519468</id><published>2009-03-12T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:57:52.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I can pull this off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbk6rdO4faI/AAAAAAAAANY/TFWkbe71RcM/s1600-h/ATT00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312341753716047266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbk6rdO4faI/AAAAAAAAANY/TFWkbe71RcM/s200/ATT00070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of a book we sent to our pastor. He liked it. The care and growth of Gods' people is his heart, and the Bible refers to His children as sheep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who are interested, I have another Blog dedicated solely to Christian themes. There will be writings, issues and pictures directed toward Christiain concerns for today. Everything will draw attention toward Christian lifestyles and events. The address is &lt;a href="http://thechristiansway.blogspot.com/"&gt;THECHRISTIANSWAY.blogspot.com.&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;Sharon just taught me how to do links, I love it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know everyone will not be interested in this type of blog, but I desire to do it, so it will not hurt my feelings for people not to comment there but feel free to if you want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I can keep this blog, THE VOICE, for lighter hearted subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm off to the dentist...oooohhhh....boy.....!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-2363767873843519468?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/2363767873843519468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-i-can-pull-this-off.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/2363767873843519468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/2363767873843519468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-i-can-pull-this-off.html' title='I hope I can pull this off'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbk6rdO4faI/AAAAAAAAANY/TFWkbe71RcM/s72-c/ATT00070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-4504655311369685286</id><published>2009-03-11T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:20:39.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New to the blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3FWO_x9UI/AAAAAAAAAfY/_8YTV1leJF4/s1600-h/BLOG+pic+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313620121140458818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3FWO_x9UI/AAAAAAAAAfY/_8YTV1leJF4/s200/BLOG+pic+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've added a couple of gadgets to my blog, they're on the right side and at the bottom of the page. They are test runs to see how I like them (subject to change w/out warning).&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can tell me how to easily widen my blog, let me know. I tried to do what my mother-n-law told me but can't get it done. I like my template but everything is crowded to the center. I worked for 2 hrs and can't change it, I'm tired and a blog idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: If you've dared read this far as you can see I got my blog widened, I took a chance and rewrote the Html. I did one item line at a time in case I royally messed it up. So far I like it. Maybe I'm not such an idiot! &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/8857395502969412208-4504655311369685286?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/4504655311369685286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/4504655311369685286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/4504655311369685286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-to-blog.html' title='New to the blog'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3FWO_x9UI/AAAAAAAAAfY/_8YTV1leJF4/s72-c/BLOG+pic+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-7762040056005555009</id><published>2009-03-10T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:08:18.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A favorite passtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3CKsMkOxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yX4CfvIuvOc/s1600-h/MARCH+10,+09a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313616624285399826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3CKsMkOxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yX4CfvIuvOc/s200/MARCH+10,+09a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10, 2009 this is the first bass of the year, it's about 11 1/2 in. long, The angle distorts the picture and does not give the true size to the bass. This is possibly the worst way to take a picture. I ended up catching eleven bass in 1 1/2 hours . We have this large pond right in front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3CJ_DMP7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/9746hyWNBtc/s1600-h/MARCH+10,+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313616612166483890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3CJ_DMP7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/9746hyWNBtc/s200/MARCH+10,+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bait, I worked it slow, cold water and the fish are still lethargic, about one foot under the water. After 1 1/2 hr, they quit hitting. I needed to change baits but was already tired so back to the house I went. I can catch fish anytime, and have proven this to my wife on several occasions. Water temp/color, time of day, barometric pressure, clear/overcast,..ect. All you need to do is read these factors, match the bait and cast.&lt;br /&gt;The fish are always in the water, you just need to know what/how to offer them the bait. Fishing is just a matter of matching the conditions with the presentation. I used to fish somewhere everyday, boy those were the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-7762040056005555009?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/7762040056005555009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/favorite-passtime.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/7762040056005555009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/7762040056005555009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/favorite-passtime.html' title='A favorite passtime'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3CKsMkOxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yX4CfvIuvOc/s72-c/MARCH+10,+09a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-848879148856484617</id><published>2009-03-09T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:04:35.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of things in my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3BJ0_E3bI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8G06UjxO2e4/s1600-h/JAN+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313615509953240498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3BJ0_E3bI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8G06UjxO2e4/s200/JAN+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being off with this blood clot in my leg has allowed my wife Sharon and I alot of time together. She has me sitting everynight with her on our oversized sofa. At first I rebelled because I really like my recliner, but now I look forward to our time together. After she goes to slep (8ish) I slink back to the recliner, and this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3BJ4ZUK3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/zLgZp9J4ovg/s1600-h/MOLLYS+night+time+place+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313615510868601714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3BJ4ZUK3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/zLgZp9J4ovg/s200/MOLLYS+night+time+place+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is how my evenings usually end. He likes to crawl up right under your chin, so it's a task to get him where he's at. Once he settles in he's ok. Our Simese cat, she's either in my lap or beside my legs in the recliner. It's nice to be so loved. And this goes on night...after...night. I wonder who has who trained??????????????????? I need a vacation!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3BJrAOl5I/AAAAAAAAAew/-6DhbKydB5w/s1600-h/PRINCES+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313615507273717650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3BJrAOl5I/AAAAAAAAAew/-6DhbKydB5w/s200/PRINCES+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbfv33LYy3I/AAAAAAAAALA/70XSzR5XikE/s1600-h/ATT00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-848879148856484617?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/848879148856484617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/couple-of-things-in-my-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/848879148856484617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/848879148856484617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/couple-of-things-in-my-day.html' title='A couple of things in my day'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb3BJ0_E3bI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8G06UjxO2e4/s72-c/JAN+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-831556936977896049</id><published>2009-03-07T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:56:00.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb2_oEelRmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/M7VAroIoVlQ/s1600-h/SCOTT+march+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313613830484739682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb2_oEelRmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/M7VAroIoVlQ/s200/SCOTT+march+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; AAAHHH!!!!!! The feeling of the wind blowing through&lt;br /&gt;your hair. If only I got paid to ride. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbfxxoafc7I/AAAAAAAAALg/sSng-ZAyihw/s1600-h/SHARON+march+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb2_niG3BdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-AyO7V6AWoI/s1600-h/SHARON+march+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313613821258434002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb2_niG3BdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-AyO7V6AWoI/s200/SHARON+march+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon riding along, she is really enjoying herself.&lt;br /&gt;Rode with about eight bikes today and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-831556936977896049?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/831556936977896049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/831556936977896049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/831556936977896049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb2_oEelRmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/M7VAroIoVlQ/s72-c/SCOTT+march+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-1681306621369164166</id><published>2009-03-06T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:25:09.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb24TdXLv1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/hxuOEMmwBDQ/s1600-h/HARLEY+davison+custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313605779805945682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb24TdXLv1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/hxuOEMmwBDQ/s200/HARLEY+davison+custom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf4Jf8opUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tyyqI0pf0lE/s1600-h/HARLEY+davison+custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf3eP0OCEI/AAAAAAAAANI/sTfVaZIM4GI/s1600-h/YAMAHA+raptor+1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986384520480834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf3eP0OCEI/AAAAAAAAANI/sTfVaZIM4GI/s200/YAMAHA+raptor+1900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf3NJ4prQI/AAAAAAAAANA/7bxdzdeOpbw/s1600-h/YAMAHA+950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986090870680834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf3NJ4prQI/AAAAAAAAANA/7bxdzdeOpbw/s200/YAMAHA+950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf2g1zmQ0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/VlLB-degSOg/s1600-h/CBR+600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311985329566532418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf2g1zmQ0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/VlLB-degSOg/s200/CBR+600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf277sjLBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SkttFls_fqI/s1600-h/HONDA+vtx+1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311985795004050450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf277sjLBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SkttFls_fqI/s200/HONDA+vtx+1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf2qGZohWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/b1hem8EgOqk/s1600-h/CHOPPER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311985488639853922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf2qGZohWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/b1hem8EgOqk/s200/CHOPPER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf3GRpMm3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/0qwH7Q-c6A0/s1600-h/R6+600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311985972694260594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf3GRpMm3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/0qwH7Q-c6A0/s200/R6+600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharon and I had some free time, so we went spying motorcycles. Don't need any more but would take one each plus some. Get your motor running!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really need to ride.&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/8857395502969412208-1681306621369164166?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/1681306621369164166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-time_7059.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/1681306621369164166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/1681306621369164166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-time_7059.html' title='Free time'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sb24TdXLv1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/hxuOEMmwBDQ/s72-c/HARLEY+davison+custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-4707154857121649225</id><published>2009-03-05T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:57:38.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When we all ride motorcycles, what a glorious day that will be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwZojAGk7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/WD2BARiCfU4/s1600-h/S%26S+newbikes+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313149844771476402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwZojAGk7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/WD2BARiCfU4/s200/S%26S+newbikes+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharon's bike honda vtx 1300, mine honda vtx 1800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbfzggSyOuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EKoM406U6PE/s1600-h/S%26S+newbikes+07.jpg"&gt;&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwZoGJWjQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rPNZUcYyk6I/s1600-h/MARCH+13+ride+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313149837025643778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwZoGJWjQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rPNZUcYyk6I/s200/MARCH+13+ride+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left-right=father-n-laws bike, mother-n-laws bike and my wifes bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwZn8sVFoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WaiLLweACe0/s1600-h/SHARON,+zac,+jimmy,+mom+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313149834487993986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwZn8sVFoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WaiLLweACe0/s200/SHARON,+zac,+jimmy,+mom+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front-rear Sharon (wife), Zac (son), Jimmy (f-n-law) and Sandy (m-n-law). If we had a family ride there would be quite a few more motorcycles there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on summer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sa_sTKD0lHI/AAAAAAAAACA/mSh0ae8gluc/s1600-h/S%26Snewbikes006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8857395502969412208-4707154857121649225?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/4707154857121649225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-we-all-ride-motorcycles-what-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/4707154857121649225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/4707154857121649225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-we-all-ride-motorcycles-what-day.html' title='When we all ride motorcycles, what a glorious day that will be....'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwZojAGk7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/WD2BARiCfU4/s72-c/S%26S+newbikes+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-7543629640916685063</id><published>2009-03-04T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:52:44.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little piece of my book I'm writting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwZBEGwfII/AAAAAAAAAXc/2Ru9upfu5E4/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313149166462991490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwZBEGwfII/AAAAAAAAAXc/2Ru9upfu5E4/s200/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world view of “nothing is free” permeates our lives. We easily accept the nobody gives you anything for free mentality. Only when we understand and accept that the total of our salvation is of and by the completed work of Christ on the cross of Calvary can we ever fully abundantly experience and enter into peace, rest, joy&lt;br /&gt;and hope.&lt;br /&gt;All that I have to offer for my own salvation is as filthy rags in accordance with Isaiah 64:6. It cost Jesus his life and is given freely to all who accept it. I have nothing to offer, all I need to do is reach out and take hold of this great gift by faith. Freedom comes at the moment we realize and embrace this truth. Freedom of knowing we can do all things through Him. Freedom to experience His unconditional love for us.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer takes on a new dimension. We can more fully embrace the joy we have, the hope we feel, the way we worship Him. Take ourselves out of the picture and everything in God and Christ is exalted, esteemed and venerated. Jesus truly becomes our prized possession. Gods’ promises for this life will remain unfulfilled as long as we continue to rely on ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to accept His free gift of salvation. We continuously feel unworthy and undeserving because of our own weaknesses and failures no matter how small they may be. We are literally held back by our own doing. We are always bound up in bondage with feeling unfit to pray and unworthy to even approach God. Because of our shortcomings, we assume God is justified in not hearing us or accepting us into His presence.&lt;br /&gt;What a lie from the father of lies, the devil. Why is it so hard for so many to accept the truth? They really don’t believe “It…is…finished…!!” We can not accept the reality that an Awesome God would freely give us eternal life without wanting or requiring something as payment in return.&lt;br /&gt;Remember Gods’ will is that none perish.&lt;br /&gt;(picture above is not the actual cover)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-7543629640916685063?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/7543629640916685063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-piece-of-my-book-im-writting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/7543629640916685063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/7543629640916685063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-piece-of-my-book-im-writting.html' title='A little piece of my book I&apos;m writting'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwZBEGwfII/AAAAAAAAAXc/2Ru9upfu5E4/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-1111685916491765774</id><published>2009-03-04T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:51:43.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what's inside that counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwYvgzmHlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SarlXRxt78c/s1600-h/OUR+fireplace+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313148864929603154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwYvgzmHlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SarlXRxt78c/s200/OUR+fireplace+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/Sbf14PdOXnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tfsOsE4ROuY/s1600-h/ATT00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fireplace is a pretty thing, but without a fire inside that's all it is, a pretty thing. It does not fulfill it's created purpose. Oh children of God are you pretty or are you burning? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857395502969412208-1111685916491765774?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/1111685916491765774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-whats-inside-that-counts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/1111685916491765774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/1111685916491765774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-whats-inside-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s what&apos;s inside that counts'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwYvgzmHlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SarlXRxt78c/s72-c/OUR+fireplace+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857395502969412208.post-8534447063108167333</id><published>2009-03-03T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:50:22.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwYc_mKisI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Rzpn5BwgIY8/s1600-h/RUSTY+%26+me+2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313148546777254594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwYc_mKisI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Rzpn5BwgIY8/s200/RUSTY+%26+me+2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my brother Rusty (left in pic). Believe it or not I'm older. It's in the women we marry, ha...ha... &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/8857395502969412208-8534447063108167333?l=thevoice01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/feeds/8534447063108167333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/believe-it-or-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/8534447063108167333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857395502969412208/posts/default/8534447063108167333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoice01.blogspot.com/2009/03/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe it or not'/><author><name>scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012801853924828707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwqfAhQyOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xQz6jRE7mqA/S220/SCOTT+2004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJr7BoJQwEs/SbwYc_mKisI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Rzpn5BwgIY8/s72-c/RUSTY+%26+me+2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
