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/><category term="destiny" /><category term="time" /><category term="home" /><category term="parents" /><category term="feedback" /><category term="coaching" /><category term="priorities" /><category term="family" /><category term="sports" /><category term="history" /><category term="pain" /><category term="men" /><category term="ben" /><category term="fun" /><category term="place" /><category term="happiness" /><category term="testing" /><category term="fear" /><category term="Taylor" /><category term="love" /><category term="suffering" /><category term="Mattie" /><category term="bike riding" /><category term="dad's" /><category term="caroline" /><category term="fathers" /><title>Thoughts from Dad...</title><subtitle type="html">Thoughts from a dad of 10 children about fatherhood, marriage, children and life.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" 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href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/whose-your-jethro.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/8049915244187619290?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/8049915244187619290?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/whose-your-jethro.html" title="Who'se Your Jethro?" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv1_ct2EeTE/TqyauxrLi-I/AAAAAAAAAto/l1aqugkPwNs/s72-c/jethro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">"When Jethro saw all that Moses was doing for the people, he asked, "What are you really trying to accomplish here?  Why are you trying to do all this alone while everyone stands around you from morning till evening?" Jethro the Midianite

Feedback is a gift.

Moses was in a fix, after 40 years in the desert simply looking after sheep and his own family he found himself leading hundreds of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/247LDXGtIoo8DT2GoAu1j-HXH-c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/247LDXGtIoo8DT2GoAu1j-HXH-c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MRXcycCp7ImA9WhdRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-4835948393316178857</id><published>2011-08-07T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:49:44.998-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-07T19:49:44.998-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="destiny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="time" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>Grandpa Dug A Well...And Found A Legacy</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4835948393316178857/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/grandpa-dug-welland-found-legacy.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/4835948393316178857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/4835948393316178857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/grandpa-dug-welland-found-legacy.html" title="Grandpa Dug A Well...And Found A Legacy" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIOOskQ-eTE/TiyhJGuatsI/AAAAAAAAAso/ij__SSrqoug/s72-c/JosephsenFamily1940%2527s.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">In 1905 a young, barely 19 year old Norwegian boy stepped off of a ship with hundreds of other immigrants to Ellis Island in New York's busy harbor, eyes wide and bright.  Born in 1886 to humble surroundings in Arendal Norway, Ole had heard of the freedom and riches of America since he was a young boy, how someone with no family wealth or station had the opportunity to work hard and enjoy the 
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Christian &amp;amp; Ben
The last month two of my son's have had significant milestones that we've enjoyed memorializing in special ways. 

First, my second son Ben graduated from High School in late May.  We began planning a home party and barbecue but he grew uncomfortable with that idea and instead asked for a small dinner with some men  and young guys that have been a part of his life.  I organized 
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Dear Joshua,


The big day is nearing. Here a just a few thoughts for you to take with you.

1.  You will be 
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Why Speaking Well Of Your Spouse Is So Important.

Enjoy,
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dad &amp;amp; me
5. He married-up! Mom was and is beautiful and talented.  A wonderful 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JRDXjR1zrFerShZ4Pe6Xq1xGoYI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JRDXjR1zrFerShZ4Pe6Xq1xGoYI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IDSHs6cCp7ImA9WhZREU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-6598827042824933454</id><published>2011-04-05T22:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:26:19.518-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-06T21:26:19.518-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="denial" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="time" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>No, Is A Holy Word</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6598827042824933454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-is-holy-word.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/6598827042824933454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/6598827042824933454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-is-holy-word.html" title="No, Is A Holy Word" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6_CxZS8Pkw/TZ0SPsH4PVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XyjDDUP2Ve0/s72-c/IMG00161-20110116-1703.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">

Over the years I've taught my family a phrase that now get's repeated to me often, 
 "No...is a holy word." 
 

Enjoying a "Dad versus Wild" Outing
With a large family there are MANY opportunities to do alot of things, often alot of  "good" things.  In fact, I often think I've earned a masters degree in logistics or decision analysis with this bunch.  But anyone with a family or a business 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K5r6AgaGAMy67PM_7iczQdMcZxg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K5r6AgaGAMy67PM_7iczQdMcZxg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcEQ3s9eSp7ImA9WhZSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-2984978951994196418</id><published>2011-04-03T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:40:02.561-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-03T09:40:02.561-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="encouragement" /><title>How Mom Can Make Her Husband A Better Dad</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2984978951994196418/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-mom-can-make-her-husband-better-dad.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/2984978951994196418?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/2984978951994196418?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-mom-can-make-her-husband-better-dad.html" title="How Mom Can Make Her Husband A Better Dad" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uIT9ETl14gE/SuY9nqpLQkI/AAAAAAAAARg/d-qU7l6PErE/s72-c/IMGP0394.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">I was thinking today of a few ways that my wife has helped me be a better dad. While not an exhaustive list of all the things she's done to help me, here are a few thoughts;
We pray for the children each day during our prayer time.  This has evolved over 20+ years of marriage, but my wife doesn't guilt me if we don't pray on a particular day, she simply makes herself available and encourages me.

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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZMtFEjdoafC56pn4KMeEztbi6KY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZMtFEjdoafC56pn4KMeEztbi6KY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYCRnc5eip7ImA9WhZTGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-4548545238577989761</id><published>2011-03-20T14:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:22:47.922-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-22T19:22:47.922-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coaching" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="destiny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men" /><title>Discovering A Passion</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4548545238577989761/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/discovering-passion.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/4548545238577989761?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/4548545238577989761?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/discovering-passion.html" title="Discovering A Passion" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pWYU8S8lH0g/TYZDwDKvwDI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ym-sinBANbA/s72-c/IMG_6662.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">My son had another fighting tournament.  He's extremely disciplined and competed in the over 18 year old division which meant he'd be fighting older (usually 20 something) guys.

The short version is he had a great day.  He fought 3 fights; the first was won by decision, the second my TKO (technical knock out) and the third, well, let's just say he didn't know what hit him near the end of the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EQmr3hB35lZZsqiQv_0kcOATuvU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EQmr3hB35lZZsqiQv_0kcOATuvU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIFRH08fip7ImA9Wx9VE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-6273577802146183837</id><published>2011-01-30T04:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:08:35.376-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-30T09:08:35.376-05:00</app:edited><title>Egypt &amp; The Declaration of Independence</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6273577802146183837/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/egypt-declaration-of-independence.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/6273577802146183837?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/6273577802146183837?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/egypt-declaration-of-independence.html" title="Egypt &amp; The Declaration of Independence" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Image via WikipediaAs my young son's and I were scanning the CNN headlines regarding the latest unrest in Egypt, they asked me "why" the people were rioting.  I don't pretend to know why in particular the Egyptians are so upset, but I'm sure it has something to do with not having democracy and having one president for the last 30 years; nonetheless I cheered people on as my son's listened.  Their
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TaNvVJsK6_yWrvOxkPyNbRbcOHo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TaNvVJsK6_yWrvOxkPyNbRbcOHo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIGSHo9fCp7ImA9Wx9WEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-2615099663139828969</id><published>2011-01-16T08:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T09:35:29.464-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-16T09:35:29.464-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coaching" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="destiny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title>Why God Chose Abraham ~ And Why Child Training is so Important For You</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2615099663139828969/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-did-god-chose-abraham-and-why-child.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/2615099663139828969?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/2615099663139828969?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-did-god-chose-abraham-and-why-child.html" title="Why God Chose Abraham ~ And Why Child Training is so Important For You" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Image via WikipediaI've been reading about Abraham since the new year began and have come to understand him differently than before, but more importantly "why" God chose Abraham to be the "father of faith" as he is commonly referred.

If you know of Abraham you probably have heard alot about the following (Genesis12:2-3)
God told him he would make him a "great nation"
He would make his name "
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jaAqqwhfFJxFmdk7MYahSXr7ZHQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jaAqqwhfFJxFmdk7MYahSXr7ZHQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQX04fCp7ImA9Wx9QF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-45979310116473230</id><published>2010-12-30T19:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:20:00.334-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T20:20:00.334-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="godly character" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="encouragement" /><title>Interior Enhancements</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/45979310116473230/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/interior-enhancements.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/45979310116473230?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/45979310116473230?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/interior-enhancements.html" title="Interior Enhancements" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TPww87Fiu6I/AAAAAAAAAho/aUuujBXGwWU/s72-c/IMG_6165.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">"...Only in returning to me and resting in me will you be saved. In quietness and confidence is your strength. But you would have none of it." Isaiah 30:15

The way I often come across a new thought is making a connection between two or more seemingly unrelated items usually within days or weeks of each other.  This is also the way God seems to speak to me (correction; the way in which I hear him
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One of my sweetie's at Home Depot
People often ask me "how do you have time to spend quality time with each child?"  While I don't have a complete answer for this post, one motto I use is, "never go alone".  I work out of the home and travel at times, therefore home-time is very important to me.  No doubt there are constant needs, work to be done, things to fix.  But I've found that the moments
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pUcZatC6El6JEjwm5R--WzKWhGc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pUcZatC6El6JEjwm5R--WzKWhGc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DQ385fip7ImA9Wx5QE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-7875678535462477413</id><published>2010-08-31T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:36:12.126-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-01T07:36:12.126-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fatherhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fathers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="priorities" /><title>A Dad's Song</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7875678535462477413/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/dads-song.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/7875678535462477413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/7875678535462477413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/dads-song.html" title="A Dad's Song" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I've heard this song several times, but it wasn't until today that the words resonated with me with deeper clarity than before.  Dad's face different issues than mom's and this tune speaks to them honestly and authentically, challenging us to focus our lives on what matters most.  With all that husband's and dad's need to get done, the pressure, distraction and "tyranny of the urgent" can easily 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WiUcymL2iKU2mSMQgDYUltKHDqo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WiUcymL2iKU2mSMQgDYUltKHDqo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMEQHc7fSp7ImA9Wx5TEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-4321133880979040993</id><published>2010-07-24T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:30:01.905-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-27T19:30:01.905-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coaching" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="courage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="testing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="encouragement" /><title>Your Cornerman</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4321133880979040993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-cornerman.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/4321133880979040993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/4321133880979040993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-cornerman.html" title="Your Cornerman" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEt7aLx8xSI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LubMzTAjTbY/s72-c/IMG_4117.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">At a recent kickboxing tournament my son was fighting in I grew more interested watching the cornermen coaching the fighters than watching the actual fights.  These were my first live, organized fights to attend, I had never been so close to action.  


Sometimes things get rough in the corner...
Fighting is analgous to life in so many ways.  There is nothing more raw than entering a ring and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DEL0jlJJbjWaF7na4PCROj_GlQg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DEL0jlJJbjWaF7na4PCROj_GlQg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cESX04eSp7ImA9Wx5WFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-598596025613705616</id><published>2010-06-16T23:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T20:30:08.331-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-25T20:30:08.331-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ben" /><title>Fight The Good Fight...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/598596025613705616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/fight-good-fight.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/598596025613705616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/598596025613705616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/fight-good-fight.html" title="Fight The Good Fight..." /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TCvg1szNx4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/0vO8ONz6WTQ/s72-c/IMG_4362.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Update June 19th 2010 - He won his division!  Congratulations Ben, so proud of how you focused on this goal, trained diligently and fought with honor.  Here are some of my favorite images of the event.











June 17, 2010 - My son Ben covered by our local television station for his upcoming match. Go Ben!!


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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P0osuYpvZdt9XdawakbzhY864uw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P0osuYpvZdt9XdawakbzhY864uw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUNR3o5eSp7ImA9WxFWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-896302646649278562</id><published>2010-06-03T06:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:14:56.421-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-03T18:14:56.421-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>21 Years Done...39 Left To Go...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/896302646649278562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/21-years-done39-left-to-go.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/896302646649278562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/896302646649278562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/21-years-done39-left-to-go.html" title="21 Years Done...39 Left To Go..." /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TAWp5zQ0cvI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2_f-XQKQLOw/s72-c/sc00ed66cf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
Twenty-four or so years ago I noticed this extremely cute girl walking at the campus fitness center - cupid had struck.  It took me some time, but within a few weeks I discovered her name and through a conveniently-timed "get your roommate a date" event, I conned my roommate into calling this girl for our double-date. 

After a brief introduction at the ice cream machine a few days before, we 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9Qzd1zDLTbvvnIxL0z-hGyZeH2A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9Qzd1zDLTbvvnIxL0z-hGyZeH2A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8MSH09eyp7ImA9WxFTGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-1288429674428091446</id><published>2010-04-09T19:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:21:29.363-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-09T20:21:29.363-04:00</app:edited><title>Mary Kate's announcement...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1288429674428091446/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/mary-kates-announcement.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/1288429674428091446?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/1288429674428091446?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/mary-kates-announcement.html" title="Mary Kate's announcement..." /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/S7-zRIMIugI/AAAAAAAAAao/BPB1hyQJiEU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjItMjAxMDA0MDktMTkwMy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768622" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">On the swing MK announces to the 5 year old boy swinging next to her at the top of her lungs..."When I grow up, I'm going to be a Mama and cook potatoes!!"
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dNuKkhIu--2ImTX98CTIgEMnm9U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dNuKkhIu--2ImTX98CTIgEMnm9U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FQn88eip7ImA9WxFTGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-1233402669361927732</id><published>2010-04-09T17:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:20:13.172-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-09T20:20:13.172-04:00</app:edited><title>Caroline's 1st loose tooth - stressing her out...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1233402669361927732/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/carolines-1st-loose-tooth-stressing-her.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/1233402669361927732?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/1233402669361927732?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/carolines-1st-loose-tooth-stressing-her.html" title="Caroline's 1st loose tooth - stressing her out..." /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/S7-h9PikazI/AAAAAAAAAag/LqNdHw8QcrM/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTktMjAxMDA0MDktMTc1MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-735988" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">So sad, but kinda funny too...
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Despite the fact that some parents take it as a life-time referendum on themselves if their kids don't perform to order, it is the American way to need to win. Sport has clearly become an American Idol, but 
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Snack time can be tough.  My wife normally spoils the kids with freshly baked cookies or brownies.  I don't have such skills, but I do have secret snack weapons.  "Daddy Snack!" is composed of any of the following; peanut butter on a spoon with dark chocolate chips, all of the above but on ritz crackers and banana!  30 seconds and wallah!
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Today we celebrated the birthday of my 10 year old son Taylor Oran, who has resided in Heaven since a few days before his scheduled birth.  We do this by visiting his beautiful grave, a wonderful location on the tip of a rolling hill lying under a grand oak tree.  We brought dinner and freshly cut daffodils from our yard. The kids played, as usual running through the green expanse of grass, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kfQE6bdqOLLKTpvNVb2KDgSucRs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kfQE6bdqOLLKTpvNVb2KDgSucRs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUANQn04fCp7ImA9Wx5TEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19099338.post-4976394794396777037</id><published>2010-03-10T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:36:33.334-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-27T19:36:33.334-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haiti" /><title>My Haiti Trip</title><link rel="related" href="https://www.cia.gov/library/publications/the-world-factbook/geos/ha.html" title="My Haiti Trip" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4976394794396777037/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-haiti-trip.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/4976394794396777037?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19099338/posts/default/4976394794396777037?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jacobsenfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-haiti-trip.html" title="My Haiti Trip" /><author><name>Thoughts From Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01447002167733889355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/TEy2tyWjPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6MQa4ZTvp3c/S220/IMG_4746.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3ydEPDbjEY/S5eozlFK3RI/AAAAAAAAAYE/spT9KA1gYfM/s72-c/ron-kids-haiti.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">From the onset, I confess that one week in Haiti, does not a Haiti expert make, but I'd like to share my thoughts since these beautiful people have been in the news so much since the terrible earthquake. So here goes in no particular order of priority.

For a first-timer, there are few words to describe the devastation in Haiti (it is much worse that I ever imagined it could be), but much of this
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