<?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-8362503737362178747</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:14:36.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graber Gabber</title><subtitle type='html'>The random gabber straight from the mind of one of the country's most opinionated mental midgets (no offense meant to the vertically challenged).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-344730435616943656</id><published>2009-06-19T07:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:51:45.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son, My Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend will be exciting on a number of fronts for the Graber household.  We have friends coming in from Indiana to spend a week with us.  Did I mention that they have 5 children or maybe it's 6 now?  Once they hit 4 I lost count.  I'm looking forward to the week and some time with Tim and maybe even some golf.  As if that wasn't enough, it's Father's Day on Sunday.  Among all of the worldly titles that I have, I cherish the titles of Husband and Father above all of them.  They are second only to "Child of God" which leads me to the most exciting thing that is happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SjuI2S-A8jI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yhjDupeERcY/s1600-h/dad+and+caleb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SjuI2S-A8jI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yhjDupeERcY/s320/dad+and+caleb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349019448818856498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ening this weekend.  My son, Caleb, is getting baptized this Sunday morning.  Two Sundays ago on June 14, Caleb came to Samantha and I and said that "we needed to talk."  He said that he wanted to ask Jesus into his heart and be baptized.  We spent some time asking him what that all meant and why he wanted to do this.  Through the time we were talking it was very clear that God was working in Caleb's heart and that he understood that he was a sinner and that he needed a relationship with Jesus who died as a sacrifice for his sins.  At that moment, my Son became my brother in Christ.  I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I will see my son in heaven for an eternity.  Caleb wanted to be baptized that night, instead he walked down front to talk to one of the pastors to join the church and schedule a time to be baptized.  So that leads us to this week.  I serve on the Baptism Committee as a deacon and have helped out with many baptisms.  This week will be the first time that I'm going to need a towel for the new believer and one to wipe my own eyes and I witness my son follow through in obedience to his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  Welcome to the family, little brother.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;h4 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Psalm 78:1-7&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="en-NIV-15115" class="versenum" value="1"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; O my people, hear my teaching; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;       listen to the words of my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-15116" class="versenum" value="2"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; I will open my mouth in parables,&lt;br /&gt;    I will utter hidden things, things from of old- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-15117" class="versenum" value="3"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; what we have heard and known,&lt;br /&gt;    what our fathers have told us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-15118" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; We will not hide them from their children;&lt;br /&gt;    we will tell the next generation&lt;br /&gt;    the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;    his power, and the wonders he has done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-15119" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; He decreed statutes for Jacob&lt;br /&gt;    and established the law in Israel,&lt;br /&gt;    which he commanded our forefathers&lt;br /&gt;    to teach their children, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-15120" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; so the next generation would know them,&lt;br /&gt;    even the children yet to be born,&lt;br /&gt;    and they in turn would tell their children. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-15121" class="versenum" value="7"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; Then they would put their trust in God&lt;br /&gt;    and would not forget his deeds&lt;br /&gt;    but would keep his commands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-344730435616943656?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/344730435616943656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=344730435616943656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/344730435616943656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/344730435616943656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-son-my-brother.html' title='My Son, My Brother'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SjuI2S-A8jI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yhjDupeERcY/s72-c/dad+and+caleb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-7664610037600717309</id><published>2009-05-19T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:35:07.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly post</title><content type='html'>Well by blogging has fallen to merely once per month.  It's not that I don't have much to say, it's just putting my thoughts into one pithy little article isn't as easy as it should be.  I really think my ADD is catching up to....oooo what's that?   See?  Anyway when I sit down to write this I start to let the random thoughts just roll.  What to write about?  Politics, the economy, California's budget shortfall and how the progressives have tanked the larges economy in the US, Nancy Palosi, Psuedo- Republicans in congress, or more endearing things like the kids, Samantha, family dynamics, or whatever.  I'm not really sure where to go with this, so I guess it will just have to end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm having a brain freeze (bloggers block)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-7664610037600717309?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7664610037600717309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=7664610037600717309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7664610037600717309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7664610037600717309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/05/monthly-post.html' title='Monthly post'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-7538250743814809922</id><published>2009-04-20T14:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:17:40.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules of the Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SezTxrS6xxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DeZOGKreJz0/s1600-h/Umpire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SezTxrS6xxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DeZOGKreJz0/s320/Umpire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326865309661579026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always like watching This Week In Baseball while growing up.  I especially liked the "You Make the Call" and "Rules of the Game" portions where I could test how well I knew the game.  Not really surprising since my dad was an ASA ump and I grew up watching him call games.  I started umping Little league games in the field and behind the plate before the age of 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I'm older, I've gone back to umping Little League locally here in Texas.  I'm surprised by the number of coaches, players, and parents that don't know the rules of the game.  Some of the rules are just things that the kids are learning, like balks, which I still don't like to call.  Other rules are just plain and simple in the book.  Here are few that I've had to cover with coaches over the last couple of weeks:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pitchers must have their foot in contact with the pitching rubber when beginning their motion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ball is in play and live during a walk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pitchers can't wear white sleeves under their uniform.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jewelry is not permitted until it's for medical purposes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is against National Little League rules to have a cell phone in the dugout.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The limitations on bat size apply to everyone, not just everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;On top of teaching coaches, some long time umpires have surprised me with their own interpretation of the rules.  One ump thought that Texas must have an exemption from the no tobacco on the field rule since he was dippin' like a donut.  The same guy tried to explain fair and fowl balls to me in between innings.  Needless to say, his interpretation wasn't even close to what the rule book says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if you happen to be in the stands and the ump and scorekeeper both have only 2 outs but you think there are three, you're probably wrong.  Even if you're not, you aren't likely to change things and it definitely won't help your team in the long run.  Overall, even the bad umps I've met, all umpires go out and try to do their best for the kids, coaches, and fans.  Try giving them a break sometime, or better yet, read the book and come on out and ump a base for us.  You might just find that you like it, or that it's not as easy as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SezX0C2OgtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/d9bYp8hnv2g/s1600-h/Catchers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SezX0C2OgtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/d9bYp8hnv2g/s320/Catchers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869748389937874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-7538250743814809922?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7538250743814809922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=7538250743814809922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7538250743814809922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7538250743814809922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/04/rules-of-game.html' title='The Rules of the Game'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SezTxrS6xxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DeZOGKreJz0/s72-c/Umpire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-1525548504262370599</id><published>2009-04-17T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:36:26.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dribbling Drill</title><content type='html'>So Caleb had soccer practice last night and I found one of the best drills that I've seen for teaching the kids to dribble and keep the ball away from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the U6 age kids the site I got it from (http://www.coachingsoccer101.com) recommended playing games instead of drills that aren't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was called Killer Whale. We actually practiced with a U4 girls team and all the kids played well together.   Everyone dribbles around in a set area (we used half the micro soccer field) and the Killer Whale (or Whales) ran around and tried to kick their balls out of bounds to get everyone out.  We gave everyone a chance to be the killer whale at least once.  We played this for about 20 minutes and no one got bored with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those soccer dads out there, I thought I'd share.  Check out the site too, it has more great little games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-1525548504262370599?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/1525548504262370599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=1525548504262370599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/1525548504262370599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/1525548504262370599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/04/dribbling-drill.html' title='Dribbling Drill'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-4756801416243085668</id><published>2009-04-02T12:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:06:41.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have some questions....</title><content type='html'>I thought I would just bore you with some of the questions that have crossed my mind lately (I promise they are not all about politics)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it ok for Congress to hand out $9M in bonuses to their staffs while they are running a huge deficit and not ok for AIG to do it with a somewhat smaller deficit?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do we keep electing some of these guys?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is wrong with term limits?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the auto industry is now offering payments on your new car if you lose your job, isn't that more of my money going to people who aren't working?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why can't poorly run automakers go out of business?  Do they think that demand won't still be there and that another automaker won't fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is Obama's aunt who is here illegally still here?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why don't Little League coaches know the current Little League baseball rules of the game?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who designed Franklin's athletic cups??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do parents think they do know the rules better than those who are responsible for knowing them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why am I more awake at 10pm than at any other time during the day?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does bad food taste good and good food taste bad?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does your car get dirty when it gets rained on in a driveway?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where are the dents in the drums coming from?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are they thinking? (applies to may different people)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why don't Christians go to church every week when they are in town?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it hard to pray somedays?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many times do you have to punish your children before they will learn whatever you are trying to teach them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many times does God have to whack me before I will learn whatever He is trying to teach me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is chucking wood?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many stickers can my children possibly have?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many legos can a vacuum bag hold?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How long does it take for temporary window paint to become permanent?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is Facebook so appealing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do athletes get paid so much for playing a game?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do you need to get mail everyday from the postal service, couldn't we survive with only 3 days a week and save a ton of money?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do new hires make more than long time employees in the same position?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is hitting a golf ball straight such a challenge?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are the odds of the Cub's winning the world series this year?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can they afford that?  (you decide)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if we made Congress attend Financial Peace University?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why can't politicians get their taxes filed correctly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does supervising union workers seem a lot like parenting young children?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do friends have to move away?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it so stinking hot in SE Texas?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why on earth did you read this whole list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-4756801416243085668?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4756801416243085668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=4756801416243085668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/4756801416243085668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/4756801416243085668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-some-questions.html' title='I have some questions....'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-7452826305642228977</id><published>2009-03-20T18:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:55:41.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviving a Green Thumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/ScQqsT4ODGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/B--F03LbDck/s1600-h/2009-03-20+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/ScQqsT4ODGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/B--F03LbDck/s320/2009-03-20+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315420400942713954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back from our vacation in Florida and I just had an itch to build something.  I needed to create with my hands.  While in Florida I helped my dad build a deck for two days and it just re-enforced to me how much I enjoy building things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I had to take an emergency vacation day on Wednesday to take care of the kids.  Samantha was ill and sleeping so I tried to keep the kids outside and make the most of the midweek Saturday for me.  I had enough pressure treated lumber to build this garden box.  We ran to Harbor Freight and picked up a soaker hose (had a coupon of course) that we put in it.  Combined with the programmable timer and Miracle Grow garden fertilizer attachment, I figure I should have monster tomatoes in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/ScQrxH4T6JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ebSCA5Jul5I/s1600-h/2009-03-20+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/ScQrxH4T6JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ebSCA5Jul5I/s320/2009-03-20+068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315421583132846226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending the night last night in the ER at St. Elizabeth with Samantha, I found myself with another early Saturday on Friday.  (Samantha is fine by the way, nasty virus, but she is resting and getting through it)  Anyhow, when the Caleb got home from school today, it was time to plant the garden.  But what is a garden without nice garden stakes to tell you where your plants are?  So today the girls and I made these garden stakes out of 1/4" plywood and ripped pressure treated fence slat leftovers for stakes.  Unfortunately the urethane didn't dry before we planted the seeds, but tomorrow we will replace the little stick tags with our new garden markers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up planting three kinds of tomatoes, carrots, jalapeno peppers, yellow onions, green and red peppers, and broccoli.  The only plants I'm hoping really take off are the tomatoes (even though I don't care for raw tomato...go figure) and the hot peppers.  The others are more for the kids.  My last trick will be to figure out how to get the weeds to pull themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-7452826305642228977?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7452826305642228977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=7452826305642228977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7452826305642228977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7452826305642228977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/03/reviving-green-thumb.html' title='Reviving a Green Thumb'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/ScQqsT4ODGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/B--F03LbDck/s72-c/2009-03-20+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-3891232469883252525</id><published>2009-03-02T13:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:36:49.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind is else where</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Choosing something to blog about sometimes can be frustrating.  During the week something will happen and I'll think it would be great to post on here.  When the time come that I can post, I don't remember much (blame the Aspartame in the Diet Cokes).  So here are a couple of shorties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Mind is in Florida already.  I'm stuck in a two day meeting, but I'm already at Sara Lake Estates visiting my parents, going to the Red Barn flea market and the Bargain barn, building a sand castle with the kids on Siesta Key, playing cards with my Uncles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/Saw05dENppI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j3c-ZOwCU8Q/s1600-h/2007_3_7_+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/Saw05dENppI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j3c-ZOwCU8Q/s320/2007_3_7_+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308676222422460050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and fishing in the pond behind my parents place.  I hope they don't ask me any thing complicated this week, my head might just implode since my mind is officially gone on vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So...Bailey and I are driving home from some friends home on Friday night.  Up until the time we were leaving she was acting pitiful and whiny.  Classic Bailey signs that she's tired.  She wanted to ride with me in my car (a special treat for the kids since they are normally in the van).  I'm not sure what happened but she got her second wind in the car and wanted to play games all the way home.  Here is just a part of the conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bailey:  Hey Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me:  Yes Bailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bailey:  I wanna play a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: (tired because it is 10pm and I've been up since 5am)  Bailey, can we just listen to the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bailey:  I wanna play "I Spy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me:  Bailey, Daddy's tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bailey: OK, I'll just play it by my self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not really sure how the game went, but I think she won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of 5am, I've found that it's a great time to get up, get a cup of coffee (we've dug out the coffee pot and are actually using it for ourselves), and spend an hour with God before the day kicks off.  It's refreshing to get back to a more consistent daily quiet time instead of the hit or miss action I was giving God when trying to "fit it in."  I know God is pleased with a more deliberate and consistent time and I know my perspective on the day is lifted when I spend time with the Creator of the Universe first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, I'm blessed to have Samantha as my wife and the mother of my children.  Just thought I'd mention that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-3891232469883252525?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3891232469883252525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=3891232469883252525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/3891232469883252525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/3891232469883252525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mind-is-else-where.html' title='My Mind is else where'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/Saw05dENppI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j3c-ZOwCU8Q/s72-c/2007_3_7_+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-8427438069965518871</id><published>2009-02-18T15:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:19:08.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Adah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SZyIhIzcWzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QzTO3A7P-fA/s1600-h/Bill+Nat+Adah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SZyIhIzcWzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QzTO3A7P-fA/s320/Bill+Nat+Adah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304264564015913778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are only a handful of people that had much of an impact on me at Purdue.  Some in good ways, some in difficult ways, but an impact none the less.  Bill Tibbetts was one of those guys that had a good impact.   Bill is one of those guys that just never seemed to have a down day.  While I may not fully agree with all of this theology, we did share in our devotion to Jesus Christ and our desire for Him to guide our paths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As many of the Fairway (Men's Christian house) guys did, Bill married one of the Stewart (Women's Christian house) girls.  Bill and Natalie have a four year old daughter named Adah.   A little while back Adah was diagnosed with restrictive cardiomyopathy, a rare heart disease that effects one in 1 million children.  The result is a need for a new heart.  For the last several months Adah has been in and out of the Children's Hospital in St. Louis (they actually live in Minnesota, so you can get a feel for the expertise needed for this condition).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night Bill got the call.  An eleven year old girl had passed and the family wanted as many of her organs harvested as possible.  So this morning Adah has a new heart beating inside her body. By Bill's account the surgeon said that the operation when perfectly.  Please join me in praying for Adah along with Bill and Natalie.  Adah is in recovery right now and the next 24 hours is critical for her body to accept the new heart and that there is no bleeding.   The right ventricle is a little week so a little extra prayer is needed there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't imagine what Bill and Natalie are going through right now as their precious only daughter goes through a heart transplant operation and this life and death battle to heal.  Your prayers are coveted right now.  Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-8427438069965518871?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8427438069965518871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=8427438069965518871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/8427438069965518871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/8427438069965518871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-for-adah.html' title='Prayer for Adah'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SZyIhIzcWzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QzTO3A7P-fA/s72-c/Bill+Nat+Adah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-2898729919184104520</id><published>2009-02-09T18:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:45:33.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>Here's how you play!&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to your 4th folder where you store your photos.&lt;br /&gt;2. Select your 4th picture (no exceptions)!&lt;br /&gt;3. Post the picture with an explanation and link it back to your tagger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Tag 4 people (or as many as you want) to do the same!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SZDLwP8Jf0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9hX02s2cuFs/s1600-h/2007_04_05_+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SZDLwP8Jf0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9hX02s2cuFs/s320/2007_04_05_+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300960791188045634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I'm kind of organized with my computer files this is the 4th picture in like the 4th folder in the 4th folder in the 4th folder in the 4th folder where we keep our pictures. &lt;br /&gt;This is Caleb at age 3 at the beach on Siesta Key in Florida.  Grandma and Grandpa live a couple of miles north of the beach in Sarasota in the winter.  We'll be back on this beach in about 6 weeks during Caleb's spring break.  Incidently, the Amish who stay in an area called Pine Craft for the winter also frequent this beach.  The really interesting thing is that once they get to the beach you can't tell the Amish girls from the spring breakers since they are all in "normal" swimsuits and even bikinis and they all have great tans (unlike Caleb here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...gotta tag 4, how about...&lt;br /&gt;Jet&lt;br /&gt;The Butler gang&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Walters&lt;br /&gt;the 'Boda clan&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/8362503737362178747-2898729919184104520?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/2898729919184104520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=2898729919184104520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/2898729919184104520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/2898729919184104520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SZDLwP8Jf0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9hX02s2cuFs/s72-c/2007_04_05_+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-446493046873525303</id><published>2009-02-03T10:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:07:36.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Too Tired to Blog</title><content type='html'>That is it....just wanted you to know.  I'm just too tired to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-446493046873525303?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/446493046873525303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=446493046873525303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/446493046873525303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/446493046873525303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-too-tired-to-blog.html' title='I&apos;m Too Tired to Blog'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-8252966116164012316</id><published>2009-01-20T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:13:15.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was definitely a big day today.  The inauguration of Barak Obama wasn't something I was hoping for, but none the less it was historic.  I think it's great that an African American has ascended to the office of President.  I wish it was someone who held my socially and fiscally conservative views, but we've survived Democratic administrations before.  Usually the best thing that comes out of Democrats in control is a wake up call that returns control to the Republicans.  I hope with Barak's accomplishment that all people now recognize that America is a land of opportunity and the only thing that truly limits anyone's success is themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second reason that this was a big day is that I had to present my last three months work to the Global Manufacturing Manager and Americas Zone Manufacturing Manager for our division of ExxonMobil.  Needless to say I walked out with a proud sense of accomplishment based on the feedback from both the managers and our local management.  I'm always confident in my work, but sometimes it's nice to have that affirmation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-8252966116164012316?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8252966116164012316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=8252966116164012316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/8252966116164012316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/8252966116164012316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-day.html' title='Big Day'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-6193077948391748627</id><published>2009-01-02T13:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:56:44.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings....not just for January 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SV5xYJgmyWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZbflXVsgbn4/s1600-h/calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SV5xYJgmyWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZbflXVsgbn4/s320/calendar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286787672263018850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy New Year.  Time to buy a new calendars and put away the Christmas decorations for another 11 months.  For me there is little celebration for the new year...really.....the holidays are over, college football is winding down, and pro football is coming to an end as well.  We are entering "the stretch" of unrecognized minor holidays.  There are exactly 145 days before Memorial day and a scheduled day off (thank God for elective vacation days).  On top of that, we are getting ready to inaugurate a new president that is about as opposite in his worldview from my Christian worldview as you can get.    Do I have you depressed yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, GET OVER IT!!!  There is nothing to be depressed over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the things that I mentioned are merely the external things.  How many of those things do I have control over?  None!  So, it would be insane for me to worry or complain about them.  God is in control.  That is what I'm excited about.    Each year people make resolutions based on something they didn't do the last year or that they want to change for the New Year....why?....because it is a new beginning.   Annual resolutions are hard to keep, but there is a trick that makes them easier.  Yes, I've figured them out.  How else do you think someone who is 50lbs over weight can go a whole year without eating a single donut or any french fries?  I made it in 2008.  I had done it before with donuts and french fries, each separately, but never both the same year.  Here's the trick.....they have to be daily resolutions, not annual.  Can you do anything for a day?  I can.  Is it easy; sometimes yes; sometimes no, but it's a lot easier for a day than a year.  Focusing for a day is much easier than focusing on the entire year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, Happy New Day!!!  Make the right choices today.  Focus on getting through today making all the little decisions that give you a win.  Maybe it's not stopping to get a Coke, eating those sweets, maybe it's not cursing, or turning off the tv show you should really be watching, or spending some time in the Word....whatever you look at as a win at the end of the day.  Make it a law, a rule you just can't break no matter what.  Then do it again tomorrow...and the next day... soon you will find that it's just what you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=119&amp;amp;verse=60&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Psalm 119:60&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will hasten and not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;delay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  to obey your commands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-6193077948391748627?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6193077948391748627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=6193077948391748627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/6193077948391748627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/6193077948391748627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginningsnot-just-for-january-1.html' title='New Beginnings....not just for January 1'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SV5xYJgmyWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZbflXVsgbn4/s72-c/calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-3189820695592879721</id><published>2008-12-18T16:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:47:52.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=5&amp;amp;chapter=28&amp;amp;verse=2&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Deuteronomy 28:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; All these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;s will come upon you and accompany you if you obey the LORD your God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God is amazing!  It's a massive understatement.  What amazes me soo much is that He's the God of the Universe at the same time He's the God of my next breath.  I'm reminded over and over that God is sovereign and that His greatest desire is to pou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;r out his blessings on His children.  I alway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SUrS0IcrsqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mzS9L9SKGU0/s1600-h/j0430925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SUrS0IcrsqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mzS9L9SKGU0/s200/j0430925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281265306108146338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the Christmas season and shopping for gifts for others, but even more so, I enjoy the giving.  Now I'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; frank...I despise obligatory giving.  You know when a gift is obligatory when your first thought is "what the????" or "who can I regift this too next year because I sure and Hades don't have any use for this junk".  That that aside, I love giving to people who have needs that they didn't know how they would be filled.  Beyond that, God wants to use us to do just that.  During this holiday season in particular, God has opened up his flood gates of blessings to us...but you want to know the interesting part....each time it has been right after we've obeyed him by giving to others.  We committed X dollars to this person in need...within a week we receive a financial gift (unexpected) worth 3x that.  A week later we receive another unexpected financial "gift" and we turn around and give it to a family member in need...the very next day we received 15x that gift out of the blue....talk about knocking you on your knees to thank God for His many blessings!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's what hit home the most for me.  I've always been a tither.  Tither Paul.  I'm not saying that to toot my own horn because it was just something I was taught to do.  10% gross of the top goes to God and you budget on the rest.  I'm an excellent tither...but I'm not a good giver.  God spoke to me in ways that I could understand and told me that He expected more of me.  He desires my tithe out of obedience and my offerings out of Love.  WHAT?  &lt;---that's what the 4 year old in me yelled back.  I'm now becoming the kind of giver I think God wants me to be.  I'll tithe because it is the least I should do...and I'll give offerings over that to Him because He deserves all that I have to offer.  In my case just tithing is not being obedient, giving above and beyond is....and God has blessed that and poured out more and more blessings on us....Amazing....simply Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-3189820695592879721?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3189820695592879721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=3189820695592879721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/3189820695592879721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/3189820695592879721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SUrS0IcrsqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mzS9L9SKGU0/s72-c/j0430925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-60489360155471519</id><published>2008-11-28T22:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:15:50.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Memories</title><content type='html'>We didn't have a fancy Thanksgiving, but we did have a wonderful one.  Dinner was at MawMaw's house...why MawMaw's you might ask?  It's only the smallest house in the family.  It's kind of like what draws college kids to try to cram as many people into a phonebooth as possible.  Actually, holidays in the Ingram family ONLY happen at MawMaw's house....so it's off to Evadale we go.  We had a wonderful dinner.  Here's a sampling: baked turkey, fried turkey, ham, Ribs, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans, shells n' cheese, dumpling gravy, mexican corn cassarole, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/STDOBd39fPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XTWcLyGYq_A/s1600-h/HPIM1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/STDOBd39fPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XTWcLyGYq_A/s320/HPIM1307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273941688245386482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and that is just the main course...there were cocktail weenies, cheese dip, ect. for appetizers and way too much to list for dessert.  Fortunately, I did very well with portion control and did not stuff myself.  Following dinner all the nephews and cousins played outside.  I teamed up with Caleb to play my two nephews in a soccer game (glad there were no pictures of that).  All the Grandkids and Great-Grandkids play together so well.  Here you have Keaton, Caleb, Madison, Jacey, Bryce, Kody, Bailey, Aiden, Kaden, Layne (standing and not so little) holding Brayden, Jestin, and Carsten.  With the wide range in ages of Sam's siblings the Grandkids and Great Grandkids are all close in age so far.  Can you believe that 6 of the kids here are great grandkids....including Layne who is holding Brayden who is the latest grandson...weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we had some friends over to watch some football on the big screen (the video projector on a huge wall makes the game pretty life like), each shrimp cocktail, snacks and some awesome pies.  It was a wonderful day to enjoy just being around family and friends.  I hope yours was equally as enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-60489360155471519?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/60489360155471519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=60489360155471519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/60489360155471519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/60489360155471519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-memories.html' title='Thanksgiving Memories'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/STDOBd39fPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XTWcLyGYq_A/s72-c/HPIM1307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-504637972748285465</id><published>2008-11-20T15:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:12:53.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Removing the Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today as I was doing a short devotional I realized that I didn't have the current month's STAND FIRM magazine from Lifeway, but I had the October edition.  I knew I hadn't read October 20th's daily devotional so I decided to do it today.  WOW, what timing....the type of timing that helps strengthen our faith and remove the doubt.  Here is what I read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIET FEAR&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dave had been a Christian for decades, but was embarrassed and scared by the waves of doubt that sometimes swept over Iris soul, lie had taught men's groups, youth groups, Sunday School— name the ministry and Dave had probably helped out. Many in his church regarded him as a Bible scholar. &lt;span style=""&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;knew the correct answers. But some times late at night, the questions rushed at him with the force of a locomotive. “What if his is all just happy talk? What if humans invented the idea of God because we were so terrified of death?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Worse yet, what if there is a God but He is just setting us up?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;DOUBT DIMINISHED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Swallowing his pride and fear, Dave poured out his doubts to a close brother in Christ. "Join the club," was the reply.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The two friends swapped stories of their struggle with doubt, and in the act of verbalizing the doubt and reminding themselves of the truth they knew, the crisis of faith shrunk from a howling wolf to a small but irritating poodle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all doubt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is part of the life of Faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jude instructs us to have mercy on those who doubt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don't criticize them, panic over them, or dismiss their fears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have mercy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Listen. Show grace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Empathize.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rocky path of belief is often strewn with doubts along the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We should expect that, since an untested faith is really no faith at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BOTTOM LINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Show mercy to the doubters—including yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Doubts are the ants in the pants of faith.  They keep it awake and moving." - Frederick Buechner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's timing for this message was perfect in my life.  I have found that when I'm not able to attend worship over a period of a few weeks and my daily Bible study and prayer life is on sabatical, doubt starts to creep in more and more.  This also happens when I see world events unfolding that are not God honoring and I stop to question why a sovreign God would allow these things to happen.  I find that my "intellectual" side starts to question God.  I fall into the same trap that the humanists do in thinking that somehow my opinions and thoughts are somehow more valid than those of God or worse, that I have better ideas than Him.  During these times I have to return to two things:  Experience and Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Experience tells me that my doubts are unfounded because God has been very real to me.  He's given me direction when I needed it, peace when I couldn't find it, healing when doctors were stumped, and protection when my own flesh was trying to drag me to destruction.&lt;br /&gt;Faith tells me that my doubts are unfounded because God is bigger than intellect.  The problem with doubt is that we are putting faith in our own understanding instead of the creator of the universe.  At one time people thought the earth was flat and the center of the universe.  They thought that drilling holes in people's heads would relieve headaches.  They believed that we all evolved from pond scum over millions of years....wait...they still believe that....&lt;br /&gt;Ins the midst of the doubts, I turn back to God's Word and the simple truth that "Jesus loves me this I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;, for the Bible tells &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; so, little ones &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(like me)&lt;/span&gt; to Him belong, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(we)&lt;/span&gt; are weak but He is strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-504637972748285465?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/504637972748285465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=504637972748285465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/504637972748285465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/504637972748285465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/11/removing-doubt.html' title='Removing the Doubt'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-5303131455342759431</id><published>2008-11-13T12:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:17:15.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine down, many more to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SRx9E_OwAXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4UaZa4sbqTY/s1600-h/familyCLR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SRx9E_OwAXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4UaZa4sbqTY/s320/familyCLR2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268223188762886514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night we ran into an old acquaintance while picking up our kids from Awana.  Since we don't see he or his wife very often we asked how his wife was.  His response caught us off guard.  He said, "I don' t know, we've been divorced a month."  He seemed ok with it, but I just can't imagine.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther wrote,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"There is no more lovely, friendly, and charming relationship, communion, or company than a good marriage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Samantha and I are blessed to be able to say that we enjoy a good marriage.  Today we celebrate our ninth wedding anniversary.  We're definitely not the Cleavers or even the Huckstables, but we're also not the Simpsons or Bundys.  Somewhere in the middle we're two people with different backgrounds who look at the trivial things in life differently, but who both try to look at the important things in life through Christ's eyes.  We have a common bond in Christ that forms the glue that holds us together and causes us to love each other more and more every day.  Throw on top of that three absolutley wonderful gifts from God and what more could a person ask for.  I am truly blessed beyond what I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you God your gifts in my life, I'll try harder to be worthy of them and to treat them with the same level of love, grace, and mercy that you have shown me.  Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-5303131455342759431?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5303131455342759431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=5303131455342759431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/5303131455342759431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/5303131455342759431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/11/nine-down-many-more-to-come.html' title='Nine down, many more to come'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SRx9E_OwAXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4UaZa4sbqTY/s72-c/familyCLR2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-8705142728857794401</id><published>2008-11-12T12:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:21:50.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenirs from Lubeck, Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SRssih2RG_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/fLP6rwwmfaU/s1600-h/lubeck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SRssih2RG_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/fLP6rwwmfaU/s320/lubeck1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267853160853085170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really enjoyed my time in Lubeck, Germany last week.  It was my first time east over the big pond and I don't think it will be the last.  The trip did reinforce what some of my friends had warned me, that much of Europe is entrenched in a Godless culture.  While I see America headed down that slippery slope, I'm thankful that the decease of godlessness has not fully set in.  As bad as it seems sometimes in our culture, it can always get worse when men are left to their own devices over a long period of time.  I this case, we'll call it European History.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was amazed at the city of Lubeck itself.  The history of the city goes back over 1000 years.  Many of the structures from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SRsrO2xnoQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rwJjNjC9nbY/s1600-h/luebeckpanorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SRsrO2xnoQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rwJjNjC9nbY/s400/luebeckpanorama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267851723361722626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the 14th and 15th centuries still stand (amazingly surviving both World Wars).  The city is called the "city of the seven steeples" due to the seven massive steeples from 5 cathedrals all located on an "island" in the center of the city.  Despite the massive and beautiful architecture, there was very little in the whole country that pointed to God.  It was as if both the cathedrals and God were both just a piece of history that were significant at some point in the past, but no longer were relevant in their daily lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;More disturbing than Lubeck was an evening that we spent being dragged around Hamburg.  I say "dragged around" because after approximately 30 seconds I was ready to go back to the hotel and stick my head under a pillow.  I think our hosts were mostly interested in getting as much free alcohol as they could while bouncing us from bar to bar and seeing our reaction to their "entertainment" district.  Even in the most liberal and sleazy of US cities (LA, Detroit, DC...)the Hamburg entertainment district would be the red light district on the bad side of town.  The sex industry has mainstreamed itself right into the commercial culture.  On the main street there was sex shop, sex club, sex shop, bakery, sex shop, McDonalds, sex club, sex club, pharmacy (I guess a must have if you have some much promiscuity)....  If ever I had a picture of Sodom and Gomorrah, this was it.  I thank God that we in America are still prudish enough to care what our children (and adults for that matter)  see on the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the hellish night in Hamburg we were able to get some souvenirs from Lubeck t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SRssHVTe4qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EzeCt5Msl98/s1600-h/marzipan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SRssHVTe4qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EzeCt5Msl98/s320/marzipan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267852693629493922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;he following night.  I brought home some German and Swiss chocolates for Sam' and I, some slippers and socks for the girls, and a new game called Make N Break for Caleb which he absolutely loves.  We kind of had to fudge on the instructions since they were all in German.  For me I brought home a soccer jersey and a sinus infection that is only now starting to fade.  More importantly, I brought home lots of memories, some good, some bad, and a new appreciation for a country that may be wondering away from it's roots, but that still in some ways reflects the Christian foundation that it was established on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-8705142728857794401?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8705142728857794401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=8705142728857794401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/8705142728857794401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/8705142728857794401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/11/souvenirs-from-lubeck-germany.html' title='Souvenirs from Lubeck, Germany'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SRssih2RG_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/fLP6rwwmfaU/s72-c/lubeck1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-794030808181121135</id><published>2008-10-24T15:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:05:12.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich bin sprechen Deutsch</title><content type='html'>I have 7 days until I'm headed to Germany for 6 days on a business trip.  I'm excited about going so I've been working on my German.  I thought I'd share what I've learned so here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the restroom please - Ich muss hier, um zur Toilette oder urinieren Ich werde in meiner Hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you serving me for dinner? - Was zum Teufel ist das?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, how are you? - Hallo, Sie haben Achselhaare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak English? - Weißt du, Englisch, weil ich bin zu dumm zu sprechen Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you know I am American? - Wie haben Sie wissen, ich bin genial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have everything down exactly, but a friend who knows German said that this was a good start and people will be impressed when I spout these out, so we'll see.  I'm not sure why, but every time I repeated the lines in German, he would laugh profusely..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-794030808181121135?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/794030808181121135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=794030808181121135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/794030808181121135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/794030808181121135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/10/ich-bin-sprechen-deutsch.html' title='Ich bin sprechen Deutsch'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-1030897545301568487</id><published>2008-10-16T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:11:56.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When your world falls apart</title><content type='html'>Below is a note from a College friend of mine.  Bill is an awesome Christian friend and was a solid example to me while at Purdue.  His heart is heavy and I know the world seems suffocating to him right now.  Please read it and lift up Bill, Natalie, and little Adah in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Tibbetts writes...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SPgAbIc_JaI/AAAAAAAAADw/trIzyi9PlCQ/s1600-h/bill+and+adah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SPgAbIc_JaI/AAAAAAAAADw/trIzyi9PlCQ/s200/bill+and+adah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257953031080584610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A father's heart is shattered right now.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Adah showed signs of a cold about a month ago, and it was treated as that...a cold. Time progressed and it never got better, in fact, sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e was worse. After many doctor visits we found ourselves in the emergency room yesterday. One test after another led to the discovery of a restricted cardiac myapothy. This is a chronic heart disease that can be terminal if not properly treated. Essentially, her heart doesn't have the ability to relax; it's constantly working at a high rate (as if you were jogging every minute, of every day, your entire life). Her exrays showed that her heart was about four times it's normal size, pressing on her lungs and stomach. Further, the hurt is pumping a fluid into her lungs and stomach, causing a massive swelling of her body. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The first step is to manage the symptoms (cough, liquid, swelling, etc). After which, they will do an examination of the heart. Best case scenario is that she they can remove a film from the exterior of the heart. Worse case scenario is a heart transplant. We honestly don't know that much at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors keep saying over and over that this is a very rare case (less than 2% of children experience this). We don't know if it's genetic or caused by a virus. Because it's so rare, very little is known about it. In fact, there are only 2 or 3 doctors in the US that know anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The doctors keep telling us that we are at the right place at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe the devastation that we are feeling right now. No parent should have to wonder if every kiss, hug or "I love you" will be the last. I wish with all that is in me that I could say that my faith is getting me through this, but I feel very weak right now. We can not even wrap our heads around this...she went in for a cold and now we're facing life or death. I want to walk in there and claim the name of Jesus over her, but I feel like I have no emotional or mental strength to gather such faith. These feels like a compete nightmare. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friends and family, we welcome your prayers and support. We will not be able to respond to every email or phone call, but don't hesitate sending the messages and words of encouragement. We have been DEEPLY blessed by our friends and family from North Central University. They have gone above and beyond to take care of us in every possible way. When this all hit last night, we felt so desperately alone because we're so far from 'home'. One email was sent out and we had NCU people at our door first thing in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We are working on a CaringBridge website to keep everyone posted.  I will provide updates as soon as I get any.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Again, thank you for all the love, support and encouragement.  Your prayers are being received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Samantha and I know through our own experience dealing with Caleb's brain tumor the heaviness and desperation you feel as a parent.  We also know that God has this same heaviness on His heart for each of his children that has terminal sin in their life and refuses to have that sin removed by the blood of Christ.  Our body is temporal and imperfect, but our spirit is eternal and Christ longs for our spiritual healing far more than our physical wellbeing.  Please join me in praying for Adah, that this precious little girl will be healed physically and that God will use this for his Glory and that many will be spiritually healed as a result of this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-1030897545301568487?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/1030897545301568487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=1030897545301568487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/1030897545301568487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/1030897545301568487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-your-world-falls-apart.html' title='When your world falls apart'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SPgAbIc_JaI/AAAAAAAAADw/trIzyi9PlCQ/s72-c/bill+and+adah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-2630256184346160412</id><published>2008-10-06T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:25:04.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Crisis</title><content type='html'>This great nation has entered a time of crisis and frustration.  Things have been too good for a while now and it's time for the natural balance to return.  You knew it couldn't last forever!  The Cubs were swept in the first round of the playoffs and we can all go back to our normal life of crisis and frustration with our lovable losers.  The natural balance has returned and there is no longer a member of the National League Central contending for a place in the World Series.  I'm amazed that the team that had one of the best pitching staffs and the best scoring offense in the NL was so putridly awful against the Dodgers in the divisional series.  Fortunately the White Sox are still in it.  As a true Cubs fan, I'll post my "maybe next year" banner and wait to see if the Cubs are able to win a single playoff game anytime in the next century (they've now lost 9 in a row over the last 3 trips to the playoffs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two final things:  Financial crisis, what financial crisis?  Remember it's not the hare that wins the race.  And, thankfully it's Football season!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-2630256184346160412?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/2630256184346160412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=2630256184346160412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/2630256184346160412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/2630256184346160412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-crisis.html' title='Weekend Crisis'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-7028281263217099983</id><published>2008-10-01T22:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:56:16.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, by the way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SORDaJsH6qI/AAAAAAAAADg/6Pphci9syvk/s1600-h/salmonella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SORDaJsH6qI/AAAAAAAAADg/6Pphci9syvk/s200/salmonella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252397181977488034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after all of the testing supposedly comes back negative and Bailey is clear to "just having a stomach virus", nasty as it was...that wasn't quit the whole story.  Sam' got a call from St. Elizabeth's lab today to inform us that Bailey's test from her panel run on Sunday turned out to be positive for Salmonella.  No mater what it was, she appears to be rebounding from it.  She played and ate normal today although everything still goes right through her.  What we can't figure out is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHERE &lt;/span&gt;she got Salmonella in the first place.  We are always careful to cook our chicken, meat, and eggs fully and all of the food that could spoil from the hurricane was thrown out a head of time.  On top of that, Keaton, Caleb and I are all fine (knock on blog-wood) and we all eat together as a family most of the time.  Sam' has had some problems of late, but not anywhere like what Bailey was going through.  I guess we'll never really know for sure, but we will be sure to be very careful to try to avoid this in the future.  Thank you all for praying for our baby and please continue to do so as she still is trying to put it all behind her (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Advice for the Day:  If you daughter is ill and happens to drop her toothbrush in the toilet that she just "got ill" in.  Do not assume that it is only a small toothbrush and will just flush away down the little hole never to be seen again.  While you may never see the toothbrush again, you will likely see some other things you didn't want to see for very long a couple of flushes down the road.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SORGOS0ZF8I/AAAAAAAAADo/3vJE0TcxX8A/s1600-h/toothbrush+in+toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SORGOS0ZF8I/AAAAAAAAADo/3vJE0TcxX8A/s200/toothbrush+in+toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252400276804540354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even if it means leaving some undesirable stuff in the toilet for a little while, please call your husband at work and ask him what to do.  If your husband is not a Handy Manny, than call the local plumber before you flush, it may just save you a call to him after you flush it.  Not saying that any of this happened in our household, but just in case you are ever in this situation....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-7028281263217099983?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7028281263217099983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=7028281263217099983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7028281263217099983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7028281263217099983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-by-way.html' title='Oh, by the way...'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SORDaJsH6qI/AAAAAAAAADg/6Pphci9syvk/s72-c/salmonella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-5211230342330984001</id><published>2008-09-29T09:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:54:36.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request - Bailey's Tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SODrR1GfvQI/AAAAAAAAADY/xtSvU4yxs2c/s1600-h/PGraber-13-BW+Square+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SODrR1GfvQI/AAAAAAAAADY/xtSvU4yxs2c/s200/PGraber-13-BW+Square+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455857058626818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for Bailey.  She has run a fever, vomited, and had diarrhea all weekend.  Sam' took her into the ER yesterday and they kept her there all day to hydrate her, but they released her at night because they couldn't figure out what was wrong.  She was up all night making hourly trips to the bathroom, so needless to say Sam' and I are both tired as well.  This morning she was back at her pediatrician's to get checked out and they sent her out for blood work.  So now we wait until later this evening to get those results back before we know what to do.  This could be anything from Staph or Salmonella to Bailey swallowing a button that her body just can't seem to pass.  We'll just have to wait and see, but until then, please keep her and us in your prayers.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-5211230342330984001?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5211230342330984001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=5211230342330984001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/5211230342330984001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/5211230342330984001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayer-request-baileys-tummy.html' title='Prayer Request - Bailey&apos;s Tummy'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SODrR1GfvQI/AAAAAAAAADY/xtSvU4yxs2c/s72-c/PGraber-13-BW+Square+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-6939794271038801484</id><published>2008-09-24T09:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:39:18.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up with Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SNpNeugX3xI/AAAAAAAAADA/K5i75YinMqc/s1600-h/rotary-cell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 67px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SNpNeugX3xI/AAAAAAAAADA/K5i75YinMqc/s200/rotary-cell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249593505928961810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God the storms have passed and life is getting back to normal, at least to some extent.  My temporary assignment at work has been completed and I am no longer planning meals, lodging, or cleanup for anyone.  It was fun while it lasted and I think that I may actually have enough experience to run FEMA now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SNpNoDpAzuI/AAAAAAAAADI/NggiP0jlgcI/s1600-h/motorola_w755k_verizon_z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SNpNoDpAzuI/AAAAAAAAADI/NggiP0jlgcI/s200/motorola_w755k_verizon_z1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249593666221166306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout last week I felt like I was relegated to using an old rotary phone.  The display on my cell when out right before the storm hit and I had ordered a replacement phone.  The problem was that FedEx decided that a hurricane was reason enough not to deliver my phone on time.  I spent a week of making phone calls and communicating with people on a cell phone that I couldn't see wath I was doing.  No text messages, no missed call screen, no contact list...nothing.  On Monday I was finally able to get my new phone a Motorola Moto W755.  It's no iPhone, but it's definitely miles ahead of the old StarTrek Communicator that I was using.  Now my task is just entering in the 2 years worth of phone numbers that I had saved only in my phone.  Next time I think I'll back it up every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did we go up in the phone technology area, but we finally broke down and got Dish Network in&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SNpOwlEJkaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_GWdCS5PX-g/s1600-h/DISH_500_ANTENNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SNpOwlEJkaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_GWdCS5PX-g/s200/DISH_500_ANTENNA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249594912143937954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stalled. It was a little knee jerk, but we had been talking about it for a few months and I really was wanting to get the channels that they play football on more often...ie ESPN and NFL network.  I'm also glad to have the Fox News Network, HGTV, and the Weather Channel.  The cost was about the same a cable with more channels and a DVR which we missed from when we had digital cable years ago.  Now the only challenge will be that we don't try to catch up on all of the "cable" tv that we've "missed" over the last year of living only only basic.  It shouldn't be too hard, but the temptation is always there to spend too much time mouth breathing in front of the idiot box.  In order to combat this I've armed myself with "Red" by Ted Dekkar.  I'm not a fast reader.  My ADD kicks in and I have to reread pages at a time so I don't miss something while I was day dreaming.  My goal is to finish the book by October 31 so I can take "White" (the last book in the series) with me on my flight to Germany.  The first flight is overnight, so I won't be reading much then, but the layovers and return flight should give me lots of time to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's much more to tell and postulate about, but for now I guess I'll just leave this here.  My focus this month is as Dave Ramsey says, "Live like no one else, so later I can Live like No One else".  Graber out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-6939794271038801484?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6939794271038801484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=6939794271038801484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/6939794271038801484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/6939794271038801484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up with Technology'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SNpNeugX3xI/AAAAAAAAADA/K5i75YinMqc/s72-c/rotary-cell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-930124568988597139</id><published>2008-09-13T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:55:18.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your House built on?</title><content type='html'>We survived the storm with NO damage to our house or property.  It had to be God's hand on us because we have not found a single house that fits that description in the whole town.  We don't have a fence picket or a single shingle out of place.  All of our neighbors sustained at least fence damage or roof damage.  We had NONE, Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SMyK9oCTbKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_dyInZZ-HIg/s1600-h/2008-08-13-207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SMyK9oCTbKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_dyInZZ-HIg/s200/2008-08-13-207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245720457303518370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get this....we heard on the radio that it would be 2-4 weeks before power would be restored.  We got it back at about 7pm this evening.  The phone land line and DSL came back at that time as well.  We are back up with all utilities and conveniences the same day the storm rolled through....Amazing!!!  Now we must be a blessing to others since we are so greatly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that when we were pouring the foundation of this house, Samantha and I snuck onto the job site and buried a Bible under the front porch and prayed that God would use this house for His purpose?  Not saying that NIV Bible protected this house, but it's not beyond the Saviour that it talks about to use anything for His Glory!!  Now off to find some wind blown souls who need to be ministered to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-930124568988597139?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/930124568988597139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=930124568988597139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/930124568988597139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/930124568988597139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-your-house-built-on.html' title='What&apos;s your House built on?'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SMyK9oCTbKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_dyInZZ-HIg/s72-c/2008-08-13-207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-8969372491928150563</id><published>2008-09-12T17:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:05:02.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunkering Down</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update on where we are.  At home, yeap, we are here.  We've canceled our reservations in Little Rock, which happens to be in the path of the storm as well.  We've made all of our preparations and we are ready to ride out this storm here in Lumberton.  We are on high ground in Lumberton without rivers close and the storm surge is much lower than our elevation of 54ft.  We have no trees around our home (let alone in the neighborhood) to be concerned with, so we're staying along with everyone else on our street.  I'll post some pictures later as I document the storm and our ride out adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that Sam' and I have found interesting is this concept of "hunkering down."  Sam' first asked if that was actually a word and I wasn't sure.  As we've continually watched the local news casts, we've learned that it is what Texans do during hurricanes.  In most cases it involves firearms, EasyCheese, and poker chips.  We're not sure we are adequately suited to actually "hunker down" but we figure we can button up the house and ride this baby out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-8969372491928150563?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8969372491928150563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=8969372491928150563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/8969372491928150563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/8969372491928150563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunkering-down.html' title='Hunkering Down'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-7080504585303010835</id><published>2008-09-08T15:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:52:44.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SMWL4fMCmsI/AAAAAAAAACw/n3UXFb9d1Tg/s1600-h/ike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SMWL4fMCmsI/AAAAAAAAACw/n3UXFb9d1Tg/s320/ike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243751143703747266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearly a week has gone by and nothing has really changed.  We are bracing ourselves for another round with another hurricane.  Can't these things just go somewhere else?  It was a nice long drive up to Michigan for Gustov and then it didn't even hit our area.  I'm not complaining.  I'd rather have a miss than a hit, but you the natural reaction is to be upset that you went through it all for nothing.  Now Ike is staring us down and it looks like we are right in the crosshairs.  There is still lots of time for Ike to turn away from us, but we are right in the middle of the "Cone of destruction."  My biggest fear is that after Gustov sent everyone packing, some people won't have the means or feel inclined to evacuate again.  I can already hear people saying, "well Gustov missed us and we spent all this money evacuating, I can't afford that again so I'm just waiting this one out."  That could be a deadly mistake.  We are getting ready to evacuate again if we have to, but work will have a say in that as well.  It looks like we'll make reservations in Little Rock and see where to go from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-7080504585303010835?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7080504585303010835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=7080504585303010835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7080504585303010835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7080504585303010835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/09/round-2.html' title='Round 2'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SMWL4fMCmsI/AAAAAAAAACw/n3UXFb9d1Tg/s72-c/ike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-7916618263731521219</id><published>2008-09-01T09:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:51:58.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Refugees Out of Harm's Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SLwA6hk9N2I/AAAAAAAAACo/CBkJHKDmTEE/s1600-h/gustov+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SLwA6hk9N2I/AAAAAAAAACo/CBkJHKDmTEE/s320/gustov+path.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241065071798204258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are out of there!  Some would call me an extremist, but I think Michigan is a great place to ride out a hurricane.  We made the 19 hour drive yesterday with no problem.  We were actually commenting on how this was the best trip yet for driving the whole way in one shot.  The freezer and fridge were emptied and towels put at all of the windows, but beyond that it's in God's hands.  We're following the storm on the weather channel and it looks like we won't get impacted until some time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we let my parents know that we were coming my dad called my 90 year old grandmother and told her that they were going to be housing refugees from Texas.  She said, "ohhh?  Well, do you know anything about them?"  He said, "Yes, they have twin girls and a little boy."  She said, "Well, are they Mexicans?"  To which my dad busted up laughing.  He said, "No, it's your grandson!"  Glad to know she thinks of us often and was concerned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-7916618263731521219?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7916618263731521219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=7916618263731521219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7916618263731521219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7916618263731521219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/09/mexican-refugees-out-of-harms-way.html' title='Mexican Refugees Out of Harm&apos;s Way'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SLwA6hk9N2I/AAAAAAAAACo/CBkJHKDmTEE/s72-c/gustov+path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-3737081449968570684</id><published>2008-08-22T08:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:55:50.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SK7ErzdItFI/AAAAAAAAACg/WyE0MdkYysE/s1600-h/HPIM0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SK7ErzdItFI/AAAAAAAAACg/WyE0MdkYysE/s320/HPIM0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237339673504298066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My how time flies.  Not just because I'm having so much fun, but merely because life is thrown at us so fast.  I can't believe that August is almost through and fall is just around the corner.  (Not that we really have a fall in Texas, but I have fond memories of a real Autumn in the midwest)  If not for some strong tendons and intestinal fortitude I don't know if I would could have kept my head on straight over the last two weeks.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is starting kindergarten on Monday, but we haven't been so sure for the last two weeks.  He caught silent pneumonia two weeks ago and as of Monday of this week he was nearly hospitalized because the initial treatment was not working.  We have not been out of the house with him other than some very short errands for two weeks.  During that time he was to celebrate his 6th birthday, have his birthday parties, and just enjoy the end of the summer.  Instead he has slept a lot and eaten very little.  He's currently at the doctor for a follow up visit, so hopefully he's kicked this thing and we'll have our little boy back.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam' has gone stir crazy in the house looking after Caleb during the days (and me during the nights).  She was able to get out with each of the girls this week for a Mommy/Daughter date night.  Keaton and mommy shopped and did the girly things.  Bailey and mommy trained for the decathlon and did the Bailey things.  It's great to see just how different their little personalities are.  Last night Sam' did a Mommy's night out with some friends and had a great time.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she's getting out this week because next week it's all her and the kids.  I leave to fly out to Anaheim, CA on Sunday morning for a OSHA conference (yippeee...uhh no).  On Wednesday I "get to" make the flight from LA to New York.  Something about five and a half hours in the stowage sections doesn't make me giddy.  The consolation here is that I may get to see the statue of liberty for the first time...we'll see.  The last leg of the trip is back into Houston around 6pm on Friday night for the Labor Day weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is soo much on my plate right now, I'm starting to get dizzy, but this too shall pass.  I'm really looking forward to the Olympics being over with as well so I don't feel compelled to stay up until 11:30p each night watching the live action.  Fortunately I was able to take a vacation day today to spend with my family....I guess it's kind of the calm in the eye of the storm.  I've just gotta brace myself again for the rest of the whirlwind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-3737081449968570684?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3737081449968570684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=3737081449968570684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/3737081449968570684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/3737081449968570684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/08/caught-in-whirlwind.html' title='Caught in the Whirlwind'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SK7ErzdItFI/AAAAAAAAACg/WyE0MdkYysE/s72-c/HPIM0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-2421927312364275732</id><published>2008-08-11T17:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:29:32.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please step Away from the Powerpoint!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SKC6xvklj5I/AAAAAAAAACY/OEGiQ87XFpE/s1600-h/bad+ppt+slide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SKC6xvklj5I/AAAAAAAAACY/OEGiQ87XFpE/s400/bad+ppt+slide.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233388130750795666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK, so I've had this pet peeve about PowerPoint for some time now.  Everybody thinks that just because they have it and can use it that they should.  I would love for congress to pass a law stating that if you don't know the basics of presenting with PowerPoint that the people who you are abusing with it can assault you and beat you over they head with your laptop.  I've sat through my share of terrible Powerpoint presentations everywhere it can be used (Church, Work, School...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking, now that's a dumb thing to call a pet peeve, but how much of your life have you wasted due to bad powerpoint?  Someone may have a great message, but it is lost in the improper use of Powerpoint behind them.  Top executives at our company would rather see powerpoint slides that a project proposal written up like it should be.  You can't cover all of the details of a $5M project in 30 slides...it's just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it so bad?  Ignorance I guess.  I guess some people think that cutting and pasting text from a paragraph onto the screen then adding a piece of Microsoft standard clip art is adequate.  Not only that, then they will proceed to read to you what is on the slide.  This may actually be not so bad because they are usually the only one close enough to read the infinitely small print anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is the right way?  It's basic.  Contrasting colors, smart graphics, and large fonts with only the main topics or subtopics.  As a presenter,  you should know what's on your Powerpoint so well that you don't have to look at it.  It is an aid, not an outline!!  Maybe some time I'll actually have enough time to teach on this, but until then....watch for flying laptops!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-2421927312364275732?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/2421927312364275732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=2421927312364275732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/2421927312364275732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/2421927312364275732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-step-away-from-powerpoint.html' title='Please step Away from the Powerpoint!!'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SKC6xvklj5I/AAAAAAAAACY/OEGiQ87XFpE/s72-c/bad+ppt+slide.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-4672289336483482092</id><published>2008-08-05T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:53:05.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Negatives go up, positives go all around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With a new session of Financial Peace University (starts Auguest 17 at 4pm on Sundays for 15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJiTK0o0UiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/syeSog2EZK4/s1600-h/dave_ramsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJiTK0o0UiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/syeSog2EZK4/s200/dave_ramsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231092781328650786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;weeks at Calvary Baptist Church) about ready to start, I'm now on a email list for FPU facilitators.  Today I got the first newsletter via email and it had a great little article on gossip and it's affect on the work place.  In general it said that gossip is defined in business as any negative comments, whether true or not, that is shared with someone who does not have the ability  to change things.  Sounds like a good definition to me.  The quote that I pulled from it that will go up in my office is "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;negatives go up, positives go all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;."  Not only will it go up on the wall, but I'm going to have to practice it myself.  It is a tough task when you are as cynical as I am.  I'll have to rely on God's strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-4672289336483482092?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4672289336483482092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=4672289336483482092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/4672289336483482092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/4672289336483482092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/08/negatives-go-up-positives-go-all-around.html' title='Negatives go up, positives go all around'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJiTK0o0UiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/syeSog2EZK4/s72-c/dave_ramsey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-4254427834460189112</id><published>2008-08-04T15:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:10:12.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek Mythology, Spirit Man, and "Christians"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday's Bible Study lesson was from Acts 17 where we find Paul in Athens discussing Jesus with basically everyone from the Jews, to the customers in the market, to the Epicureans and Stoics.  It is a pretty interesting passage because it reminded me of people today.  Paul was in Athens because he was chased out the Thessalonica and Berea by the Thessalonian mob.  When he arrived in Athens he was pretty disturbed by what he saw.  People everywhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJdwGrYk20I/AAAAAAAAACI/jfv7d7kHLKA/s1600-h/zeus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJdwGrYk20I/AAAAAAAAACI/jfv7d7kHLKA/s200/zeus.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230772752241449794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;re were worshiping idols in temples dedicated to gods of every shape, size, and importance.  What amazes me is that the Athenians actually believed in these gods.   If you've studied any Greek mythology you know the soap opera-esk quality of the gods.  Zeus kills Cronus and frees his siblings from his belly.  Zeus marries his sister Hera and has many kids while chea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ting on Hera with mortal women.  Athena jumps out of Zeus' head, Aphrodite marries Hephestus, but has an affair with Ares and on and on.   It reminds me of your typical SE Texas white trash family.  Where to people come up with this stuff.  No wonder Paul was disturbed.  Serving one true God who came to Earth to redeem mankind and who wants a personal relationship with you and wants you to stay away from graven images of Him, but rather worship him in Spirit and in truth seems almost boring compared to the tales of the Gods.  That's just it though...if God was unholy and acted just like us, why would he be worth worshiping?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even more disturbing was what I saw still happening today on the National Geographic channel.  In the far east a man the call the "Spirit Man" is cast into a crowd of men that has gathered to touch him to cast their bad luck on him for the year.  Did I mention that the crowd was like 500 men and ALL of them want to touch this one guy.  After two hours of crushing pressure the poor guy was unconscious and had to be pulled in a tug of war through a shrine window to safety.  After 8 hours he has to participate in another ritual to cast off the bad luck for the whole village.  The poor guy couldn't even walk so they dragged him around for the ritual while he hung limp in their arms.  Again - I just don't get it.  Where does this come from and why do people still believe this?&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we see people everyday who call themselves Christians and we even acknowledge them as such.  People who go to church regularly, maybe even Sunday School.  We assume because they can answer the softball size questions that we throw out that they truly have a saving belief and relationship with Jesus Christ.  Deep in their heart, they despise what Christianity is all about.  The lust for things of the flesh with pornography, they lie and steal at work, they mentally or physically abuse their wife or their children, they cheat God out of his money and all while telling others that they love Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Which is more scary?  Those who are cold and don't know a lick about Jesus?  At least they can plead ignorance (not that it's going to help).  Or those who are lukewarm pretenders who acknowledge Christ with their lips but deny Him with their life?  Revelation 3:16 makes it clear what Jesus thinks when he says, "So, because you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lukewarm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth."&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Help me see the idols, speak the truth to those who are without it, and stoke the fire to keep me from cooling to lukewarm.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-4254427834460189112?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4254427834460189112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=4254427834460189112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/4254427834460189112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/4254427834460189112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/08/greek-mythology-spirit-man-and.html' title='Greek Mythology, Spirit Man, and &quot;Christians&quot;'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJdwGrYk20I/AAAAAAAAACI/jfv7d7kHLKA/s72-c/zeus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-964272864055714009</id><published>2008-08-01T08:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:43:56.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Win Some, Lose Some</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJMS6JqKGwI/AAAAAAAAACA/enq2W46c6SE/s1600-h/sd_mascot118x177.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJMS6JqKGwI/AAAAAAAAACA/enq2W46c6SE/s200/sd_mascot118x177.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229544382541732610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we finally won our first softball game.  It was pretty impressive even if it was against the worst team in the league.  It was an epic battle of the bottom of our league.  We have a lot of potential on our team, just not a lot of practice.  As with the first week, fly balls were an issue.  Several balls actually hit our fielder's gloved, but didn't stay there for very long (or at all).  After winning the first game, we ran into a team that has been playing together for years.  We actually didn't get a person past first base in the three innings we played.  They on the other hand hit the ball all over the place.  I noticed as well that they had some pretty fancy bats (in the $150-250 range).  Don't get me wrong, the bat doesn't swing itself, but you don't see Tiger Woods playing golf with an old Dunlap steel driver either.  End of the story is that we got skunked by over 20 runs in the third inning and our list of casualties is starting to grow.  Braun pulled a quad, Sammy did something to his knee, Jon got hit in the knee, and my knee feels just a bit tweeked.  Next week, I manage the team and we're going to switch things up a bit to give some people an opportunity to play different positions.  Should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the Cubs just finished a four game sweep of the Brewers on Thursday.  Go Cubs Go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-964272864055714009?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/964272864055714009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=964272864055714009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/964272864055714009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/964272864055714009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/08/win-some-lose-some.html' title='Win Some, Lose Some'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJMS6JqKGwI/AAAAAAAAACA/enq2W46c6SE/s72-c/sd_mascot118x177.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-5800872002671307667</id><published>2008-07-30T07:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:42:02.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings with Chuck and Alistair</title><content type='html'>So, my morning routine is pretty consistent.   Wake between 5:40 and 6:00 and out &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJBva42RVII/AAAAAAAAAB4/0P6y2X8DJAY/s1600-h/180px-Begg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJBva42RVII/AAAAAAAAAB4/0P6y2X8DJAY/s200/180px-Begg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228801675104441474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the door around 6:30-6:45 to head to the office.  If I leave any later than 6:45 during the school year it adds an extra 10-15 minutes to the drive due to school traffic.  Most mornings I listen to XM channel 170 FamilyTalk.  Truth for Life with Alistair Begg is on a 6:30 and Insight for Living with Charles Swindoll is on at 7:00.  I'd have to say, along with Walk in the Word with James McDonald, that these are my favorite radio programs.  This morning Alistair's message was about the City of God and the City of Man and how Christians tend to try to take things from the City of Man and "Christianize" them with the end game of isolating ourselves from the City of Man (ie don't Jazzercize at the Civic Center when you can "Praisercize" in the Church basement).  What we &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJBtC1v1oEI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZX-P-SXPx5A/s1600-h/swindoll.250w.tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJBtC1v1oEI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZX-P-SXPx5A/s400/swindoll.250w.tn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228799062932037698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miss in this is an opportunity to be salt in the world.  Instead we're just salt staying in the shaker...pretty useless.  The other example he gave was about John Lenin when he wrote the song "Help".  He was at his lowest and no one was there to help him.  Many pious Christians were too busy condemning songs like She Loves Me and I wanna hold your hand to recognize that Lenin was a lost soul just like any other and was calling out for help.&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't enough to get your juices flowing, Charles Swindoll follows that up with a message on fatherhood.  What a challenge!!  Arguably one of the best I've heard.  It wasn't just the don't do this and repent of that type of message, but one that really challenged father's to be the type of father than God&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJBvGxb3IUI/AAAAAAAAABw/P1d4t5i12wg/s1600-h/dad+and+caleb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJBvGxb3IUI/AAAAAAAAABw/P1d4t5i12wg/s320/dad+and+caleb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228801329517240642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wants us to be. It's hard to explain how the message was presented, but it was one of encouragement.  He talked about the difference between quality time and quantity of time.  He talked about how much our children look to us and our relationship with God and our wife.  He then talked about the emasculation of males on tv and by society and how man are not to be weak, but also how men are to be tender.  I think the perfect example for obvious reasons was Jesus.  He was caring and tender, yet he was also powerful, bold, and controlled.  I've heard that meekness is not weakness, but rather Power under control.  As my children grow up and I see more and more, my son wanting to be like his dad, I pray that I can effectively model power under control for him so that he can become the Man of God who is salt and light to the City of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-5800872002671307667?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5800872002671307667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=5800872002671307667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/5800872002671307667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/5800872002671307667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/07/mornings-with-chuck-and-alistair.html' title='Mornings with Chuck and Alistair'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SJBva42RVII/AAAAAAAAAB4/0P6y2X8DJAY/s72-c/180px-Begg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-5698083902738779306</id><published>2008-07-25T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:05:25.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rained Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SIoQlIyeqlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LDg5eBl0IYM/s1600-h/rainout.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SIoQlIyeqlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LDg5eBl0IYM/s400/rainout.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227008547717294674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puddles, Puddles everywhere and not a drop to drink!  All week long, I get geared up for Thursday night softball.  Double headers for the next 8 weeks means lots of fun at the ballpark.  Obviously mother nature in SE Texas has something else in mind.  Our normal daily rain, bolstered by the outer rain bands from Hurricane Dolly, left the Beaumont fields a muddy mess.  No softball this week.  Fortunately we get to tack it on to the end of the season.  I can't complain too much since I did get to play basketball on Wednesday night.  Not my first choice in sports....not even my second, third, or forth choice...but it is a sport and we get to run up and down the court.  It beats sitting at home and watching "So you Think You Can Dance" every Wednesday evening.  Instead of playing softball I was treated to a wonder meal of Bayou Shrimp that Sam' made and the whole family went for a walk around our neighborhood.  We did make it back in time to catch the result show for "So you Think You Can Dance" (see you thought I was joking...) and I listened to the end of the Cubs game on mlb.com.  Now it's Friday and I'm contemplating what activity I can do tonight to burn some more calories.  Maybe I'll just vacuum out the pool and take a swim afterward.  We're paying for the pool so we might as well use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, this has gotten me thinking about exactly what my favorite sports to play are.... here is a stab at ranking them....remember this is playing them...not watching them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 Football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 Volleyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 Softball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 Golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 Basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 Ultimate Frisbee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7 Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8 Bowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9 Soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10 Racquet Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't include Croquet, Bocce Ball, Sporting Clay Shooting or Ping Pong because I have a hard time really thinking of them as sports.  They are more games than sports.  Hockey also missed the list, but only because I don't have skates anymore and street hockey just isn't the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-5698083902738779306?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5698083902738779306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=5698083902738779306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/5698083902738779306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/5698083902738779306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/07/rained-out.html' title='Rained Out'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SIoQlIyeqlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LDg5eBl0IYM/s72-c/rainout.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-2291193496215742158</id><published>2008-07-22T12:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:40:22.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SIYWmgXWRcI/AAAAAAAAABI/J6exeMZuzm4/s1600-h/caleb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SIYWmgXWRcI/AAAAAAAAABI/J6exeMZuzm4/s320/caleb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225889268388742594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It started as a busy day back at work.  The case sealer on the synthetic line had problems last night, PPMS was collecting dust on the shelf, my desk has been a mess for weeks because I've been out of the office or in the plant and haven't spent my lunch hours cleaning it off.  The maintenance supervisor doesn't have any updated information for me and the plant engineer is sitting in my office discussing Cost of Goods credits on a $5M project that we are getting ready to roll out.  Basically, my day is buzzing by.  Other than 20 minutes of Alister Begg on the way into work, I haven't focused on God or anything other than work since I woke up.  Then the phone rang and a sweet little voice on the other end says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's loose, the fifth one to the right in the back...&lt;/span&gt;"  I had no idea what Caleb was talking about...then I put two and two together and realized that he was so excited about his first loose tooth that he wanted to call and share the news with me.  What a sweet kid.  It changed my morning.  Instead of focusing solely on sprockets, cylinders, and mistake proofing equipment, my mind went to my family;  To a wonderful wife who is battling the stomach flu herself but is willing to do anything for one of the twins who has signs of the same flu bug coming on;  To my other daughter who goes out of her way to tell people what she likes about them; and to a little boy who wants to grow up to be just like his dad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing in my life changed in those moments.  My family was there all along, but my perspective was refocused and the stress of the day was lightened just knowing that no matter what I did at work there would be three little smiling faces running to me when I got home and one of them would tell me how much she likes my shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-2291193496215742158?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/2291193496215742158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=2291193496215742158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/2291193496215742158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/2291193496215742158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/07/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SIYWmgXWRcI/AAAAAAAAABI/J6exeMZuzm4/s72-c/caleb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-7025849583953546592</id><published>2008-07-20T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:59:38.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gap Analysis - Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The run down between Thursday afternoon and today is actually pretty long.  My life is definitely not boring.  It seems at times to happen at light speed.  So fast that I think I could actually pass Chuck Norris running around the world and block him from punching himself in the back of the head (see prior post).  As I get busy, I tend to get worn down over time...all the go go go and no slow slow slow eventually leads to uh-oh.  I was planning on having a peaceful weekend at home with the kids out of town with Samantha, but plans change and Samantha is now sick on the couch with a 102 fever and the kids are in bed for the evening...but that's the current situation....how exactly we got here is like going back three years just to cover the three days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday night's softball games were about what one could expect.  My issue was that I didn't expect us to drop so many balls or throw so many around to give up free runs....it was pretty pathetic with signs of promise.  We'll see as the season goes on...on the bright side, we're only 2 games out of first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday at VBS we had the normal last day stuff and both Brother Nathan and I got pies in the face.  The kids (who weren't to get wet) got soaked in the foam pit.  Go figure...it's not rocket surgery...but what did you think the "foam" was made from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the same time Sam' had a dermatologist appointment and had two moles removed..from there it has been down hill for her.  Her ear hurt due to the mole removed there so she got a head ache from sleeping stiff and now she has been in and out of the flu like fever.  It's tough to watch her not feeling well.  Rather unwisely we still decided to go to Houston for a friend's birthday party which was a lot of fun.  I enjoy see the Iveys when we get a chance.  Sam' decided to stay with the kids overnight (original plan was to stay two nights).  She was feeling better until she went to bed...it was more down hill from there.  She's home now, but still pretty much out of it.  I think the kids see it as time to get away with back talking because they didn't behave at all in Houston after I left.  They're still young to try to reason with, so it's hard to deal with after the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was the normal Sunday routine by myself which meant it was easier and I was on time, but it's still tiring....and with that I think I'll retire so I have the energy to make it through tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-7025849583953546592?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7025849583953546592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=7025849583953546592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7025849583953546592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/7025849583953546592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/07/gap-analysis-busy-weekend.html' title='Gap Analysis - Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-6482068570777730702</id><published>2008-07-17T16:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:36:14.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monks are Hunks!! Skunks are Punks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH-49LbWb3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/F6mYwNKP87M/s1600-h/t1_padre.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH-49LbWb3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/F6mYwNKP87M/s320/t1_padre.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224097453952102258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our first softball game and our team is called the "Monks."   Not a bad name for a softball team, but it is ironic since we're a Baptist Church team.  I'm hoping that we are able to talk on the field, but I guess being th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH-6xqpGsnI/AAAAAAAAABA/7txI0sRNCSY/s1600-h/pepelepew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH-6xqpGsnI/AAAAAAAAABA/7txI0sRNCSY/s200/pepelepew.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224099455196115570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e monks gives the players the excuse for not calling the ball.  Typical SE Texas summer softball is hot anyway, but the wool robes we are wearing for uniforms don't help in the slightest.  Regardless of the uniforms, it 's definitely better than being on a team call the Skunks (our intrachurch rival)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-6482068570777730702?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6482068570777730702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=6482068570777730702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/6482068570777730702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/6482068570777730702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/07/monks-are-hunks-skunks-are-punks.html' title='Monks are Hunks!! Skunks are Punks!!'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH-49LbWb3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/F6mYwNKP87M/s72-c/t1_padre.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-38661177643994682</id><published>2008-07-17T15:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:05:53.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with all the Chuck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH-yC_k6mfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/S8-eyPoH9Lc/s1600-h/chuck-norris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH-yC_k6mfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/S8-eyPoH9Lc/s320/chuck-norris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224089857268816370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me preface this with a big, "I'm not a Chuck Norris fan", but several months ago while exiting a Walmart bathroom I was waiting for my son to finish so I started reading a poster on the wall about Chuck Norris.  I found it to be hilarious!!  I find it the whole Norris as a tough guy thing funny because Chuck Norris is such a small guy and most of his fight scenes are extremely staged....like why don't all six guys try to hit him at once instead of dancing around him while each one gets taken out.  I happened upon Delta Force two nights ago...man those guys had bad aim.  Chuck never was hiding behind anything as he dodged bullets and was never touched.  Anyway, I digress (so what....it's my blog).  Here are some of the types of things that were on the poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="style3"&gt;&lt;li&gt;     When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his      closet for Chuck Norris.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he      gets the information he wants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of creatures      Chuck Norris has allowed to live.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Outer space exists because it's afraid to be on the same      planet with Chuck Norris.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;     Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order      are trademarked names for his left and right legs.               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Chuck Norris is the reason why Waldo is hiding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     There is no chin behind Chuck Norris’ beard. There is only      another fist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     When Chuck Norris does a pushup, he isn’t lifting himself up,      he’s pushing the Earth down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Chuck Norris is so fast, he can run around the world and punch      himself in the back of the head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Chuck Norris’ hand is the only hand that can beat a Royal      Flush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Chuck Norris can lead a horse to water AND make it drink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Chuck Norris doesn’t wear a watch, HE decides what time it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;                   Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;                   Chuck Norris does not get frostbite. Chuck Norris bites frost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;                   Remember the Soviet Union? They decided to quit after watching                      a DeltaForce marathon on Satellite TV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;                   Contrary to popular belief, America is not a democracy, it is                      a Chucktatorship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;OK, so some are just plain dumb, but since then I've seen them popping up all over the place.  I wonder what Chuck is thinking about all of this?  I wonder if he's getting any royalties out of any of the products?  I guess it really doesn't matter, I'm sure he's not wanting for anything.  My understanding is that he's a pretty devout Christian.  I know that can mean a lot of things in today's world....everyone thinks they are Christian which really waters the whole meaning down.  Instead of asking someone in America if they are a Christian, the pollsters should ask a more detailed question.  Maybe are you walking everyday with the Holy Spirit? or Do you have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ that goes beyond just knowing his name?  I bet if we boiled it all down, less than 10% of America would be actually Christian and I dare say even less.  More people probably thing Chuck Norris is actually a hero than think the Creator of the Universe could actually do all those things on the Chuck Norris poster...but doesn't have to.  What a perspective....no wonder our culture is where it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-38661177643994682?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/38661177643994682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=38661177643994682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/38661177643994682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/38661177643994682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-up-with-all-chuck.html' title='What&apos;s up with all the Chuck?'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH-yC_k6mfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/S8-eyPoH9Lc/s72-c/chuck-norris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-22401261314611435</id><published>2008-07-16T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:06:26.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Origins of Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day three of VBS is in the books.  It's been a busy week with both work and VBS, but I've been able to manage.  The tough part is switching from VBS mode in the morning to work mode in the afternoon.  I'd much rather be at VBS all day, but then again, who wouldn't.  All I have to do is help the kids have a fun time at the Rally, compete in some "physical challenges", then cruise the halls talking with the kids and goofing around with them.  It's not quite the same as being in a chicken costume like last year, but it's fun none the less.  We had over 60 kids come forward today saying that they gave their life to Jesus.  Out of the three boys that I talked to, one didn't understand anything about what he just did which really means that he was just following the group and two had already prayed to accept Christ and were baptized, but still prayed the prayer again.  It's tough with kids this age because it is really hard to know whether they "get it" or not.  Ultimately, it doesn't matter if I think they do or not.  If only one kid were to "get it" then the whole week would be worth it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VBS is a lot of fun for a goof ball like me....like today....I played with beach balls, swam in bubbles, played the cow bell, shot kids with squirt guns, played on the preschool play ground, rode a mechanical surf board, and ate ice cream with a group of three year olds so i could smear the ice cream all over my face like they did.  On a more serious note, I got to counsel with Quinton, Trevor, and Gipson, pray for a ton of kids, sing in worship, and make some little kids smile.  I love striving to be a man of God, but showing people that being a Man of God or even a deacon, doesn't mean that you have to be stuffy or rigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God is the author of humor.  Just look around.  Look at the Duck billed Platipuss, or the giraffe or elephant.  He had to be laughing when he made them.  I think God also laughs at people....like scientists who think that world evolved from nothing or people with OCD who think they can control things that only God can control.  I know He's a loving God or he wouldn't have sent His son in our place, but I think he sees humor in our idiocy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave with that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I like Fantasy Football.....no......well more on that in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-22401261314611435?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/22401261314611435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=22401261314611435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/22401261314611435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/22401261314611435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/07/origins-of-humor.html' title='Origins of Humor'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362503737362178747.post-137637065834994671</id><published>2008-07-15T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:26:56.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"and Paul said, 'Let there be Blog' and there was his blog"  and so it begins.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't exactly know how I intend to use this blog, but I thought it was a chic thing to do.  I mean, anyone who is anyone has a blog.  I was beginning to think that I wasn't normal because I didn't dump my opinions, pictures, videos, and the like out into the collective consciousness that is cyberspace.  But here in lies the dilemma.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do you blog about?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A blog is not exactly erasable once it's published.  It's like the word "logos."  More than just meaning "word" it carries the connotation of words that are alive and once spoken have a life of their own.  Not that I would suggest this, but tell a close loved one they are fat, even in jest, and you will understand what I mean about words having a life of their own.  Simply put, I can't just rant about anything that I don't want to address head on, because as sure as dogs lick their butts, it will come back to get me.  So I guess this will just be about trivial things that I'm thinking or doing, daily happenings, philosophy, blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm thinking this could be pretty scary, since it's all coming from my head in free form which can get pretty weird.  I'm not exactly where I got my sense of humor, but it lies somewhere between bust a gut improv to wife rolling her eyes idiotic.  Anyway...I'll get back to thinking about what is to follow and you get back to doing whatever you were doing on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362503737362178747-137637065834994671?l=grabergabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/feeds/137637065834994671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362503737362178747&amp;postID=137637065834994671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/137637065834994671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362503737362178747/posts/default/137637065834994671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grabergabber.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-there-be-blog.html' title='Let there be Blog...'/><author><name>Graber Gabber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13620828888549719790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dReQNHNUXKs/SH5lgLmdNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ReXcVdxMuFk/S220/paul+and+sam+BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
