<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UFQn8_fip7ImA9WhdbEU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986</id><updated>2011-10-08T19:53:33.146-06:00</updated><title>My Inner Workings</title><subtitle type='html'>A brief glimpse into my head.  This could get scary! Read at your own risk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0cFRXgzcCp7ImA9WhdUEk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-6309154435055402175</id><published>2011-09-28T13:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:43:34.688-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-28T13:43:34.688-06:00</app:edited><title>Scan me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ApHvjPOExqA/ToN45HFaIZI/AAAAAAAAABE/V5YxETUw7WQ/qrcode.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mqRpyCEWaas/ToN45YjKRmI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSTQvTTHr3I/family.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-6309154435055402175?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6309154435055402175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=6309154435055402175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/6309154435055402175?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/6309154435055402175?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/09/scan-me.html' title='Scan me'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ApHvjPOExqA/ToN45HFaIZI/AAAAAAAAABE/V5YxETUw7WQ/s72-c/qrcode.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAHQ38-cSp7ImA9WhdUEk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-3052642603234456768</id><published>2011-09-28T13:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:22:12.159-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-28T13:22:12.159-06:00</app:edited><title>Playing with QR Codes</title><content type='html'>I have been playing with QR codes lately.&amp;nbsp; I figure I can use them for all kinds of things.&amp;nbsp; I even created one that links you to this post!&amp;nbsp; Pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; I might just have to post a few of them here once I actually find some useful stuff to link them to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-3052642603234456768?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/3052642603234456768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=3052642603234456768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/3052642603234456768?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/3052642603234456768?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/09/playing-with-qr-codes.html' title='Playing with QR Codes'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MESXwzfSp7ImA9WhdVFUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-5254400480388510372</id><published>2011-09-20T23:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:10:08.285-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-21T00:10:08.285-06:00</app:edited><title>San Diego here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am on a plane right now on my way to San Diego. It is my companies annual meeting and we are having it in San Diego this year to celebrate 20 years of business. Pretty dang cool. Heck, I might even post some pictures...but probably not. I will leave that to Leona. It should be fun, with a little bit of work in between.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;P.s. It is really turbulent right now so I am sure there are typos&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-5254400480388510372?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5254400480388510372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=5254400480388510372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/5254400480388510372?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/5254400480388510372?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/09/san-diego-here-i-come.html' title='San Diego here I come!'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQFSX4yeip7ImA9WhdVEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-6962738377482532016</id><published>2011-09-14T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:45:18.092-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-14T21:45:18.092-06:00</app:edited><title>Ads on My Blog</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why I have ads on my blog?&amp;nbsp; I have them there to make a little extra money.&amp;nbsp; It isn't much but hey, everything helps, right? So if you see something that interests you feel free to click the ad and check it out.&amp;nbsp; You will be doing me a favor in doing so :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, you might see me post an advertisement every once in a while.&amp;nbsp; This is because I have signed up to post sponsored ads.&amp;nbsp; As of yet I haven't had any but I am hoping to have some soon.&amp;nbsp; I could use a little extra money right before the Holidays. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have tried to make it so the ads don't make my blog look too ugly. The nice thing about the ads that are shown kinda go along with what I have been blogging about so they are somewhat relevant to me. Kinda cool how Google does that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-6962738377482532016?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6962738377482532016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=6962738377482532016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/6962738377482532016?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/6962738377482532016?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/09/ads-on-my-blog.html' title='Ads on My Blog'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUMQXw_fCp7ImA9WhdVEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-2277786877347584819</id><published>2011-09-14T09:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:31:20.244-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-14T09:31:20.244-06:00</app:edited><title>Grading Papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Can you imagine a nun sitting at her desk
grading these papers, all the while trying to keep a straight face and maintain
her composure!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION TO THE WORDING AND SPELLING. IF YOU KNOW THE BIBLE EVEN A
LITTLE, YOU'LL FIND THIS HILARIOUS! IT COMES FROM A CATHOLIC ELEMENTARY SCHOOL
TEST. KIDS WERE ASKED QUESTIONS ABOUT THE OLD AND NEW TESTAMENTS. THE FOLLOWING
STATEMENTS ABOUT THE BIBLE WERE WRITTEN BY CHILDREN. THEY HAVE NOT BEEN
RETOUCHED OR CORRECTED. INCORRECT SPELLING HAS BEEN LEFT IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;1. IN THE FIRST BOOK OF THE BIBLE, GUINESSIS. GOD GOT TIRED OF CREATING
THE WORLD SO HE TOOK THE SABBATH OFF.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;2. ADAM AND EVE WERE CREATED FROM AN APPLE TREE . NOAH'S WIFE WAS JOAN
OF ARK. NOAH BUILT AND ARK AND THE ANIMALS CAME ON IN PEARS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008250; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;3. LOTS WIFE WAS A PILLAR OF SALT DURING THE DAY, BUT A BALL OF FIRE
DURING THE NIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;4. THE JEWS WERE A PROUD PEOPLE AND THROUGHOUT HISTORY THEY HAD TROUBLE
WITH UNSYMPATHETIC GENITALS.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;5. SAMPSON WAS A STRONGMAN WHO LET HIMSELF BE LED ASTRAY BY A JEZEBEL
LIKE DELILAH.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;6.
SAMSON SLAYED THE PHILISTINES WITH THE AXE OF THE APOSTLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008250; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;7. MOSES LED THE JEWS TO THE RED SEA WHERE THEY MADE UNLEAVENED BREAD
WHICH IS BREAD WITHOUT ANY INGREDIENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 24pt;"&gt; .. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8100ff; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;8.
THE EGYPTIANS WERE ALL DROWNED IN THE DESSERT. AFTERWARDS, MOSES WENT UP TO
MOUNTCYANIDE TO GET THE TEN COMMANDMENTS &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;9. THE FIRST COMMANDMENTS WAS WHEN EVE TOLD ADAM TO EAT THE APPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
10. THE SEVENTH COMMANDMENT IS THOU SHALT NOT ADMIT ADULTERY. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;11.
MOSES DIED BEFORE HE EVER REACHED CANADA THEN JOSHUA LED THE HEBREWS IN THE
BATTLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;OF GERITOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 24pt;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8100ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;12. THE GREATEST MIRICLE IN THE BIBLE IS WHEN JOSHUA TOLD HIS SON TO
STAND STILL AND HE OBEYED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;13. DAVID WAS A HEBREW KING WHO WAS SKILLED AT PLAYING THE LIAR. HE
FOUGHT THE FINKELSTEINS, A RACE OF PEOPLE WHO LIVED IN BIBLICAL TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;14. SOLOMON, ONE OF DAVIDS SONS, HAD 300 WIVES AND&lt;br /&gt;
700 PORCUPINES. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008250; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;15. WHEN MARY HEARD SHE WAS THE MOTHER OF JESUS, SHE SANG THE MAGNA
CARTA. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;16.
WHEN THE THREE WISE GUYS FROM THE EAST SIDE ARRIVED THEY FOUND JESUS IN THE
MANAGER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;17. JESUS WAS BORN BECAUSE MARY HAD AN IMMACULATE CONTRAPTION. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;18. ST. JOHN THE BLACKSMITH DUMPED WATER ON HIS HEAD. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;19. JESUS ENUNCIATED THE GOLDEN RULE, WHICH SAYS TO DO UNTO OTHERS
BEFORE THEY DO ONE TO YOU. HE ALSO EXPLAINED A MAN DOTH NOT LIVE BY SWEAT ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8100ff; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;20.
IT WAS A MIRICLE WHEN JESUS ROSE FROM THE DEAD AND MANAGED TO GET THE TOMBSTONE
OFF THE ENTRANCE. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;21. THE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOWED THE LORD WERE CALLED THE 12 DECIBELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008250; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;22.
THE EPISTELS WERE THE WIVES OF THE APOSTLES.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;23.ONE OF THE OPPOSSUMS WAS ST. MATTHEW WHO WAS ALSO A TAXIMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;24. ST.. PAUL CAVORTED TO CHRISTIANITY, HE PREACHED HOLY ACRIMONY WHICH
IS ANOTHER NAME FOR MARRAIGE. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;25. CHRISTIANS HAVE ONLY ONE SPOUSE. THIS IS CALLED MONOTONY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-2277786877347584819?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2277786877347584819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=2277786877347584819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/2277786877347584819?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/2277786877347584819?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/09/grading-papers.html' title='Grading Papers'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU8ASHk4fyp7ImA9WhdWE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-7954120233834072417</id><published>2011-09-06T08:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:04:09.737-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-06T08:04:09.737-06:00</app:edited><title>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately I have been really bored. It isn't that I don't have anything to do, its just that I don't feel like doing anything that I do have to do. I need something new and different to do...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-7954120233834072417?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7954120233834072417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=7954120233834072417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/7954120233834072417?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/7954120233834072417?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/09/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEYAQXc8eSp7ImA9WhdQF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-2174669806521341775</id><published>2011-08-18T07:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T16:22:20.971-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-18T16:22:20.971-06:00</app:edited><title>When it rains it pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week has really sucked so far. It has been a really expensive week. It started off with us shelling out $100 for a new windshield on our van. Then Tuesday one of the tires blew out on the van while on the freeway. I knew my van needed two new tires but I was hoping that they would make it another month. But they didn't. So we had to spend another $237 for tires. Then on Wed. Leona got a speeding ticket for going 35 in a 35 zone. Unfortunately there was construction and they posted the speed limit at 25. Fortunately the officer didn't cite her for the construction zone so the fine isn't double. I just hope that the rest of the week doesn't have any unexpected expenses. I can't afford that. I am already broke.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here is hoping for a nice, expense free weekend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-2174669806521341775?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2174669806521341775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=2174669806521341775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/2174669806521341775?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/2174669806521341775?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkEASXc5eCp7ImA9WhdQE0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-316268784842573322</id><published>2011-08-14T21:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:57:28.920-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-14T21:57:28.920-06:00</app:edited><title>Camping</title><content type='html'>We managed to go camping this weekend.&amp;nbsp; It was nice.&amp;nbsp; I took a couple days off work and we went to South Fork for a couple nights. I love to camp.&amp;nbsp; I could camp every weekend if I was able to.&amp;nbsp; We didn't get to go to Yellowstone this year (much to my kids - and my - disappointment) but we managed to get some camping in.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping to go camping again before the snow falls.&lt;br /&gt;
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One funny thing to point out is that the campground we were in (Upper Meadows) only has outhouses. After two days Star was saying that she wanted to go home because home has toilets that flush. The funny thing about that is she has a bad habit of not flushing the toilets.&amp;nbsp; So I don't know why an outhouse was such a big deal for her. It isn't like she is doing anything different at home most of the time.&amp;nbsp; I just thought that was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the heat (it was really hot in the afternoon because our campsite didn't have much shade in the afternoon hours) we had a good time.&amp;nbsp; I am the only one that got sunburned (and it wasn't much of a burn).&amp;nbsp; We had no major injuries.&amp;nbsp; Star only tripped over our canopy cords and fell once.&amp;nbsp; No one else did surprisingly (in Yellowstone last year we all tripped over the cords at least once). All in all it was a good trip.&amp;nbsp; We made a point of not taking any electronic devices with us. I know that is a big thing for me because most of my day is spent on a computer of some kind.&amp;nbsp; But when I am in the mountains I don't need anything but a good book and some shade to enjoy myself.&amp;nbsp; Getting away from all the fast paced craziness of my normal life is a real battery recharger.&amp;nbsp; I need to go camping more often.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not only was this our first camping trip this year it was Leona and my 11th anniversary.&amp;nbsp; Last year we were in Yellowstone for our anniversary.&amp;nbsp; I think it would be nice to make it a tradition to be camping for our anniversary.&amp;nbsp; Leona would disagree with that but it has worked out the last 2 years.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping for more :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Our friend, Karen, and her kids went up with us for the first night.&amp;nbsp; Her kids and my kids all get along really well and they all had a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; My kids were bored to death after Karen and her kids left.&amp;nbsp; Eventually they found ways to entertain themselves but next time Karens kids are going to have to stay the whole time so my kids don't drive me crazy when they get bored.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you want to see pictures of our trip check out &lt;a href="http://thackerays-r-us.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leona's blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-316268784842573322?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/316268784842573322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=316268784842573322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/316268784842573322?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/316268784842573322?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/08/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YNQX8zeyp7ImA9WhdRGUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-47685439601444710</id><published>2011-08-09T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:39:50.183-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-09T12:39:50.183-06:00</app:edited><title>Having a bad day at work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;If you don't laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma! This is&amp;nbsp;even funnier when you realize it's real! Next time you have a bad day at work&amp;nbsp;think of this guy...&lt;br /&gt;
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Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in &amp;nbsp; Louisiana .&amp;nbsp;He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail&amp;nbsp;he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2 &amp;nbsp; FM in &amp;nbsp;Ft.&amp;nbsp;Wayne , &amp;nbsp; Indiana , who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest.&amp;nbsp;Needless to say, she won.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Hi Sue,&lt;br /&gt;
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;down&amp;nbsp;lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;realize it's not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few&amp;nbsp;technicalities of my job.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the&amp;nbsp;office. It's a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial&amp;nbsp;water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea.&amp;nbsp;It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver&amp;nbsp;through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with&amp;nbsp;no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose&amp;nbsp; and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with&amp;nbsp;warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch.&amp;nbsp;So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. With in a few&amp;nbsp;seconds my butt started to burn. &amp;nbsp;I pulled the hose out from my back, but the&amp;nbsp;damage was done. In agony, I realized what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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The hot water machine &amp;nbsp; had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my&amp;nbsp;suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't&amp;nbsp;stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the&amp;nbsp;jellyfish into the crack of my butt.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His&amp;nbsp;instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other&amp;nbsp;divers, were all laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;
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Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three&amp;nbsp;agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I&amp;nbsp;could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.&amp;nbsp;As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down&amp;nbsp;his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon&amp;nbsp;as I got in the chamber.&lt;br /&gt;
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The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my&amp;nbsp;butt was swollen shut.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse&amp;nbsp;it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now repeat to yourself, 'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?&lt;br /&gt;
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May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-47685439601444710?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/47685439601444710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=47685439601444710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/47685439601444710?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/47685439601444710?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/08/having-bad-day-at-work.html' title='Having a bad day at work?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4ASXoyfyp7ImA9WhdRFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-7874095705816955474</id><published>2011-08-03T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:29:08.497-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-03T15:29:08.497-06:00</app:edited><title>Utah Drivers</title><content type='html'>Here is an article that pretty much sums up Utah drivers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.carbibles.com/utahdrivers.html"&gt;http://www.carbibles.com/utahdrivers.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-7874095705816955474?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7874095705816955474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=7874095705816955474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/7874095705816955474?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/7874095705816955474?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/08/utah-drivers.html' title='Utah Drivers'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUMGQn4_cCp7ImA9WhdREEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-6590844156441667645</id><published>2011-07-30T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:57:03.048-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-30T19:57:03.048-06:00</app:edited><title>The Gloves are Coming Off!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For those of you that don't know, I am the committee chairman of the cub scouts here in the branch. I was called to get things started. Well, I have done that -- barely. I have run into a problem. The problem I have is that we have no leaders. Fortunately Sister Wheelright and Sister Saddler have been taking on the role of den leaders for some of the boys. I am extremely grateful for their efforts. But since they are in the primary presidency they have many other things to be doing. But they are willing to sacrifice what little time they have to make sure these boys get to enjoy cub scouts. &lt;br /&gt;
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What is frustrating for me is the fact that we can't seem to get anyone to help out.&amp;nbsp; There are plenty of people in the branch that would make great leaders.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if the reason they aren't is because they haven 't been called to the position or because they aren't willing to do it.&amp;nbsp; From what I have been told it is because people keep turning down the opportunity.&amp;nbsp; I think that is more frustrating than anything.&amp;nbsp; We have all these boys that are in need of the cub scout program and yet no one is willing to put forth any time or effort to help them. It is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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To those that aren't willing to accept the calling I ask why?&amp;nbsp; For those that say it is because they already have a calling all I have to say is that is no excuse.&amp;nbsp; You live in a branch.&amp;nbsp; You should plan on having more than one calling unless you are in a presidency position. One calling is nothing.&amp;nbsp; Heck, two callings is nothing.&amp;nbsp; Right now I have three. And that isn't counting home teaching as a calling, or the fact that I am standing in for the cub master that we don't have. Plus I get called on all the time to help out with other things.&amp;nbsp; My wife has three callings as well. She has run into the same problem with the Activity days program. She can't get help either.&amp;nbsp; And they only hold meetings twice a month.&amp;nbsp; So come on people.&amp;nbsp; Stop declining callings because you already have one.&amp;nbsp; That is no excuse here.&amp;nbsp; I know that is harsh of me to say but it is the truth.&amp;nbsp; This branch has a lot of good people in it.&amp;nbsp; But the only way the branch is going to function is if people are willing to make sacrifices to keep things running.&amp;nbsp; For those of you that have never been in a presidency position you have no idea how much time is put into their callings.&amp;nbsp; They do way more than they should be because people aren't willing to help them out.&amp;nbsp; I know.&amp;nbsp; I have been in that position (and still am in a way).&amp;nbsp; It is very frustrating and tiring at the same time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing that is frustrating are those that accept the calling and then don't do anything with it.&amp;nbsp; Don't accept a calling if you don't plan on fulfilling that calling to the best of your ability.&amp;nbsp; I know that people are busy.&amp;nbsp; We all are here in the branch.&amp;nbsp; Extra time is hard to come by.&amp;nbsp; But I know that people can make time for their callings.&amp;nbsp; No matter what the calling is.&amp;nbsp; A lot of people have "Sunday" callings.&amp;nbsp; Teaching callings and such.&amp;nbsp; I know that you have to put more time into the calling than just on Sundays.&amp;nbsp; One of my callings right now is an Elders Quorum teacher. I used to teach Sunday school.&amp;nbsp; I know what it takes to keep things running in the branch.&amp;nbsp; Even the smallest calling can be time consuming.&amp;nbsp; But it is a sacrifice that is well worth it.&amp;nbsp; So to those that say they don't have time for a calling, make time.&amp;nbsp; You will be glad you did. The blessings are well worth the sacrifice.&amp;nbsp; Trust me.&amp;nbsp; I used to be one of those people that thought that I didn't have time to do what I was asked.&amp;nbsp; But I have changed my ways and I am glad I did.&amp;nbsp; The blessings far out weight the time you lost that you would have spent watching TV or playing games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-6590844156441667645?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6590844156441667645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=6590844156441667645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/6590844156441667645?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/6590844156441667645?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/07/gloves-are-coming-off.html' title='The Gloves are Coming Off!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUIGR3szeCp7ImA9WhdSF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-2446201568932780807</id><published>2011-07-26T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:58:46.580-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-26T15:58:46.580-06:00</app:edited><title>As A Man Thinketh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;A wise man stood at the gate of an ancient city and greeted travelers as they arrived.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One day, a traveler asked him: “What kind of people live in this city?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The wise man responded with a question of his own: “What kind of people lived in the city from whence you came?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, they were very bad people,” answered the traveler, “cruel, deceitful, and devil-worshipping.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You’ll find the same kind of people in this city,” sighed the wise man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Some time later, a second traveler came to the gate and asked about the people in the city.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The wise man again asked his question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What kind of people lived in the city from whence you came?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, they were very good people,” answered the second traveler, “hard-working, generous, and God-fearing.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You’ll find the same kind of people in this city,” smiled the wise man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;-- As told by Kimberly Evans Jones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-2446201568932780807?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2446201568932780807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=2446201568932780807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/2446201568932780807?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/2446201568932780807?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-man-thinketh.html' title='As A Man Thinketh'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0cDQXw7eCp7ImA9WhdTFEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-2644262230167285256</id><published>2011-07-12T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:31:10.200-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-12T13:31:10.200-06:00</app:edited><title>Computer Troubleshooting Blog</title><content type='html'>I am thinking I might start a computer troubleshooting blog. This blog would have everything from easy fixes to advanced virus removal techniques.  I just don't know if it would be worth my time to put something like that together. So I am posting this and putting up a vote on the blog for people to vote.  Be sure and vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-2644262230167285256?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2644262230167285256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=2644262230167285256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/2644262230167285256?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/2644262230167285256?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/07/computer-troubleshooting-blog.html' title='Computer Troubleshooting Blog'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ADR3oyfSp7ImA9WhdTFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-4647106888987525818</id><published>2011-07-11T16:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:02:56.495-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-11T16:02:56.495-06:00</app:edited><title>Attitude</title><content type='html'>If you think you are beaten, you are;&lt;br /&gt;
If you think you dare not, you don’t;&lt;br /&gt;
If you’d like to win, but you think you can’t,&lt;br /&gt;
It’s almost certain you won’t.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost;&lt;br /&gt;
For out in the world you’ll find&lt;br /&gt;
Things begin with a fellow’s will;&lt;br /&gt;
It’s all in the sate of mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you think you are outclassed, you are;&lt;br /&gt;
You’ve got to think high to rise;&lt;br /&gt;
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before&lt;br /&gt;
You can ever win a prize.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life’s battles don’t always go&lt;br /&gt;
To the stronger or faster man;&lt;br /&gt;
But sooner or later the man who wins&lt;br /&gt;
Is the man who thinks he can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-4647106888987525818?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4647106888987525818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=4647106888987525818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/4647106888987525818?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/4647106888987525818?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/07/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUQESXs_fyp7ImA9WhZaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-6509126062990352747</id><published>2011-06-28T20:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:15:08.547-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-28T21:15:08.547-06:00</app:edited><title>Torn</title><content type='html'>I have had a lots going on in my life lately. It seems like stuff just keeps piling on. It is really starting to annoy me. It seems like I will never get ahead. No matter what I do or how hard I try things just keep getting worse and not better. Good thing I am not a quitter and I handle stress really well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right now the thing that has got me down the most is what is going on with soccer. I have just been able to start playing again after six weeks of being out injured. I tell you what, a torn MCL is not fun. It could have been worse though so I am grateful that it wasn't severe. But it was bad enough that even after almost two months it still hurts. The pain comes and goes but it is definitely there. Because of the injury I have gotten really out of shape. I also missed almost the entire soccer season. I don't mind standing on the sidelines being the coach. But when I should be out on the field playing it is really hard. It got frustrating standing there not being able to help my team. Once I was able to play again I was out of shape and couldn't keep up. That was really frustrating for me. I spent the whole winter making sure I was in good shape for the season only to have this happen in the first game. But I survived.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I have a real dilemma to deal with. I have been so flustered with things lately that I have seriously considered not doing the team any more. When I have practices like tonight where one person comes to practice it really makes me feel like I am the only one that really cares about the team. I know there are some people that can't come that would be there all the time and I understand that. But what gets me is people want to improve their game but they don't come to practice. I wonder if they think that the way I do my practices isn't going to improve their skills like running drills would. But I know from 25 years of playing and several years of coaching that drills will only gain you so much. Yes you need to do them. And we do. But most of the time we just scrimmage. I do this for several reasons. One, it is to get everyone in shape. By the end of the first half everyone is worn out. The second half is where you really need your energy so being in shape is very important. My game will definitely help with that. Second, I do it to practice the same things we would practice doing drills. Only in a game setting you learn faster. Passing drills are great but how often do you have a nice easy open pass option available to you? Often times you have someone running at you and you have to pass between two opponents. It is hard to practice that with just drills. Third, I use the small nets to help people improve their accuracy. Not only does it help improve shots on goal it helps you develop more ball control skills as well as passing skills. When you pass the ball to a teammate you have a smaller target to hit than those nets. Fourth, I do it so we can get a feel for how each other plays. That is probably one of the most important things to know in a team sport. You have to develop a trust in each other. You have to be willing to pass the ball to everyone on the team. Sure you can develop that team oneness by just playing in real games, but it takes a lot more time than the season allows. So splitting up into two teams and playing helps speed the process up. Fifth, I do it to make practice fun. Trust me. Doing nothing but drills for an hour and a half is not fun. Not fun at all. This league is about having fun. If the games are supposed to be fun then the practices should definitely be fun. So I do my best to make them fun. There are several more reasons that I do things the way I do but I won't list any more.&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing that has me so torn is whether or not to continue the team. I really want to. I love the game. I hate not playing whenever I can. But it has been really hard keeping the team going. We lose at least half the team every year and we have to find new players. That makes it hard. It doesn't help that our winning record isn't all that great. I like the team we have right now. I think we have great team morale and that makes things fun for everyone. I would love to keep this team the way it is. But I don't think that will happen. It seems that people have been slowly dropping out. We used to have a good turnout at practices. Now we have pretty much no turnout. That breaks my heart. It makes me feel like I am not a good coach. Which in turn makes me feel like not running the team anymore. I could easily find a team to play on and then I wouldn't have to deal with all the manager stuff. It would certainly give me more free time and let me enjoy the game more. But at the same time I feel like it would be giving up my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I have a short time to decide what I want to do. I just hope that everything works out so that I can still play the game and have fun doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-6509126062990352747?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6509126062990352747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=6509126062990352747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/6509126062990352747?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/6509126062990352747?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/06/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Oakstone Apartments, 1550 South 1000 East, Clearfield, UT, United States</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.09262 -112.006944</georss:point></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUcHRHcycCp7ImA9WhZbGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-7423766084770808713</id><published>2011-06-22T23:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:30:35.998-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-22T23:30:35.998-06:00</app:edited><title>Life Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have I ever mentioned that life can realy suck sometimes? Right now my life is at a really sucky point. I won't go into details right now though. I just hope that things get better soon because I am getting tired of all this suckiness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-7423766084770808713?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7423766084770808713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=7423766084770808713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/7423766084770808713?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/7423766084770808713?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-suck.html' title='Life Sucks'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMGR3s_fCp7ImA9WhZbFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-4130511165348925338</id><published>2011-06-20T11:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:53:46.544-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-20T11:53:46.544-06:00</app:edited><title>My new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am writing this post with my new toy. My work bought me a Samsung Galaxy 10.1 tablet. It is quite nice and I am enjoying it. Gotta love a company that spoils their employees every once in a while.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-4130511165348925338?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4130511165348925338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=4130511165348925338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/4130511165348925338?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/4130511165348925338?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-toy.html' title='My new toy'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Credit Union Data Processing, 352 S 200 W # 4, Farmington, UT, United States</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.97441 -111.891878</georss:point></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQBQ3g-fSp7ImA9WhZUGU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-788087058413681008</id><published>2011-06-12T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:39:12.655-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-12T21:39:12.655-06:00</app:edited><title>Summer Craziness</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I posted anything on my blog.  Things have been a bit crazy around my house lately. But then that is nothing new.  My house always seems to be crazy.  There is always a million things going on. So lets see.  Where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;
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The last post was about how I injured my knee.  Well, there was good news and bad news with that.  The results of the MRI showed that I didn't tear my meniscus.  That was great news because that meant I didn't need surgery.  The bad news was that I almost completely tore my MCL and completely tore some Osteo-something tendon that is in the middleish area of my knee. So that meant that I would be out from soccer for 6 weeks.  Talk about bad news.  What made it worse was it was the first game of the season. So I have been standing on the sidelines watching my team wishing I could be out there with them.  But come Friday I will be back on the field.  I am so excited.  I have practiced a couple times with the team and haven't had much pain so I am good to go.  The worst part of it all is that I am now really out of shape.  So I will probably die during the game.  Oh well.  I am working on that.  I am just happy that I can finally play again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next on my list would be Cub Scouts.  I am the committee chairman and so far things have been tough getting started.  We did have our fist pack meeting last month and it went well.  We only had like 4 boys come though.  I am hoping for double that this month.  We are still trying to get all our leaders in place.  That has proven to be quite a challenge.  No one seems to want to do it.  So I have been filling in as cub master since we don't have one.  On top of all of that I need to start getting the scouting program started because I am the committee chairman of that as well.  That might have to wait until the end of the summer before I can get that going.  Right now my focus is cub scouts because the scouts have mutual to go to every week and the cubs don't have anything. The younger cubs have been having den meetings and now we have a two deep leadership in place for the older boys so now we can get their den meetings going.  I just need to find some people for the middle boys. Hopefully soon that will be in place.&lt;br /&gt;
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On top of all of this we have been trying to get Leona and the kids out to Cali for their summer trip to visit her family.  Things have been rough this year because her dad hasn't been able to help out financially at all on the trip.  Normally he buys his plane ticket out here and helps with the gas money for the drive back.  He was injured at work last winter so he hasn't had the extra income he normally has so he hasn't been able to do that.  So I have had to scrounge up every penny I had to get the wife and kids to Cali.  But they made it there.  So I am a bachelor for the next month. But trying to get them out there took a lot of effort and now I have to try to get everything in the house back in order.  So I will be plenty busy even with the family gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I have lots going on in my life right now.  To top it all off, I am kinda looking for a part time evening job so I can pay off some debt.  So far things haven't worked out because nothing seems to work with my other jobs schedule.  I could always go back into retail but I would only do that as a last resort.  I hate working retail.  I did my time in retail and I was so glad the day I got out of it. I really don't want to go back.  So I am hoping I will get lucky and find something that works for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am going to call it good for this post.  There is so much more to say but I don't feel like typing it all out right now.  Maybe tomorrow I will get around to it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-788087058413681008?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/788087058413681008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=788087058413681008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/788087058413681008?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/788087058413681008?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-craziness.html' title='Summer Craziness'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEEGQn09fyp7ImA9WhZVEks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-9134355218034663285</id><published>2011-05-24T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:50:23.367-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-24T13:50:23.367-06:00</app:edited><title>FORGET REDNECKS; THIS IS WHAT JEFF FOXWORTHY HAD TO SAY ABOUT UTAHNS!</title><content type='html'>If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they don't&lt;br /&gt;
work there, you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you've worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you live in Utah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed&lt;br /&gt;
the wrong number, you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If 'vacation' means going anywhere south of Salt Lake City for the&lt;br /&gt;
weekend, you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you measure distance in hours, you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once, you&lt;br /&gt;
live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you have switched from 'heat' to 'A/C' and back again in the same&lt;br /&gt;
day, you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you install security lights on your house and garage but leave both&lt;br /&gt;
unlocked, you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging&lt;br /&gt;
blizzard without flinching, you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, you&lt;br /&gt;
live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If the speed limit on the highway is 75 mph -- you're going 80, and&lt;br /&gt;
everyone is still passing you, you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled&lt;br /&gt;
with snow, you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and&lt;br /&gt;
road construction, you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you find 10 degrees 'a little chilly' you live in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you actually understand these jokes and forward them to all your&lt;br /&gt;
friends, you live in Utah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-9134355218034663285?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/9134355218034663285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=9134355218034663285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/9134355218034663285?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/9134355218034663285?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/05/forget-rednecks-this-is-what-jeff.html' title='FORGET REDNECKS; THIS IS WHAT JEFF FOXWORTHY HAD TO SAY ABOUT UTAHNS!'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4NRH4yeyp7ImA9WhZWFEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-2579623611143771585</id><published>2011-05-15T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T09:23:15.093-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-15T09:23:15.093-06:00</app:edited><title>Close To, Round About, Near By</title><content type='html'>One Sunday, the minister was talking on baptism and in the course of his sermon he was illustrating that baptism should be performed by sprinkling and not by immersion by pointing out some instances from the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He said, “In the Bible where it says that John baptized Christ ‘in’ the River Jordan it didn’t mean ‘in’ but meant close to, round about, or near by.  Then again where it tells us that Phillip baptized the eunuch in the river it didn’t mean ‘in’ but close to, round about, or near by.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After the service, as the people were filing out, one old fellow stopped by the minister and said, “Reverend, that was the best sermon I ever heard and it uncovered many of the mysteries of the Bible to me.  For example, it tells us in the Old Testament that Jonah was ‘in’ the whale for three days which seemed hard for me to believe but now I see that he was not ‘in’ the whale, but that he was close to, round about, or near by swimming in the water.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Then there is the story about the three young Hebrew boys who where thrown ‘into’ the fiery furnace but not burned. Well, it seemed impossible but now I see they were not ‘in’ the furnace but were close to, round about, or near by just keeping warm.  But the hardest to believe was where Daniel was thrown ‘in’ the lion’s den but wasn’t hurt.  Now I see that he wasn’t ‘in’ the den but was close to, round about, or just near by…like at the zoo.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“The revealing of these mysteries was very rewarding to me, but the greatest comfort of your sermon was because I am a wicked man who sinned much and it tells us in the Bible that the wicked will be cast into Hell.  But now I see that I won’t be cast ‘into’ Hell but ‘close to, round about, or near by’!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“And…next Sunday, I won’t have to be ‘in’ church; I can just be close to, round about, or near by.  Thanks for the sermon.  You have really put my mind at ease.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 -- Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-2579623611143771585?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2579623611143771585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=2579623611143771585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/2579623611143771585?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/2579623611143771585?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/05/close-to-round-about-near-by.html' title='Close To, Round About, Near By'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04ARHo5fyp7ImA9WhZWEEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-5523936383981603932</id><published>2011-05-10T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:45:45.427-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-10T20:45:45.427-06:00</app:edited><title>My Poor Knee</title><content type='html'>Well, I really did a number on my knee during my last soccer game. I sprained the muscle in the inside of my knee and probably tore my meniscus. I have an MRI Friday and then I will know for sure.  If it is torn then I will need surgery to fix it.  So much for a good soccer season.  I am hoping I will get lucky and I won't have to have surgery or I will be able to play the last few games of the season.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How did I do all this damage to my knee? It was near the end of the game on Friday.  We were down 2-1 and running out of time. The ball was kicked up in front of me by about 10 yards.  I went sprinting after the ball.  So did one of their defenders. We got to the ball at the same time.  I went in kicking with most of my strength to make sure I won the ball.  So did he.  The difference is that I turned my foot out to control the ball so that I had it at my feet after we hit the ball.  He didn't.  He went straight on.  We both hit the ball at the same time. I won the ball all right.  But in the process my knee bent out in a way that it isn't supposed to bend.  I didn't feel any pain right off.  It took a couple steps before that happened.  But it was bad.  I tried to jog on it but that wasn't happening.  So I subbed out of the game. I knew it was bad.  I just hoped it wasn't a season ending bad.  But it looks like it might be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is sad is that back in the day I took hits like that all the time and didn't think twice about them. My knees could take it. They were strong back then.  They aren't so strong now. Maybe it is getting time for me to hang up the cleats. But the more I think about that the more I don't think I will.  I have always said that as long as I can run I can play.  And that is how it is going to play out as far as I am concerned. I will keep on playing until I can't play any more.  Then I will just have to turn to coaching. It isn't as fun but it is close. But I feel like I have several years of playing time left in me before I am ready to retire from playing.  I look forward to the day I get the go ahead to play again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-5523936383981603932?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5523936383981603932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=5523936383981603932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/5523936383981603932?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/5523936383981603932?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-poor-knee.html' title='My Poor Knee'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYGRXo8eip7ImA9WhZXE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-9024163148940393059</id><published>2011-05-02T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:32:04.472-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-02T22:32:04.472-06:00</app:edited><title>Loser Like Me</title><content type='html'>I just watched my favorite episode of Glee.  I like it because it has a couple songs that I can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Glee song &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Loser-Like-Glee-Cast-Version/dp/B004PVS9FS?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=myinn02-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;Loser Like Me (Glee Cast Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=myinn02-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=B004PVS9FS" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt; is very fitting for me.  I spent most of my life feeling like a loser.  There are times when I still feel that way.  I hope that someday that will change.  I haven't given up hope yet even though there have been many times when I wanted to give up.  But giving up isn't in my nature.  I will just keep on trying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The other Glee song &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Get-Right-Glee-Cast-Version/dp/B004PW1FM6?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=myinn02-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;Get It Right (Glee Cast Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=myinn02-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=B004PW1FM6" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt; is fitting for me as well.  I keep screwing everything up.  Someday I will get it right - or at least I hope I will.  Right now it seems that no matter what I do it isn't the right thing for me to do even though I feel like it is.  It is really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I am just one of those people that probably doesn't belong in society because either I don't understand society or society doesn't understand me.  Maybe it is a little bit of both.  I will tell you one thing.  Being a social outcast gets really lonely at times.  Especially when you need a good friend to talk to.  Good friends are hard to come by and right now I feel like I am lacking in that area.  Maybe someday I will have a good friend again that I can talk with and hang out with.  But right now I will just suffer through life without one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-9024163148940393059?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/9024163148940393059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=9024163148940393059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/9024163148940393059?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/9024163148940393059?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/05/loser-like-me.html' title='Loser Like Me'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0cFRX86cCp7ImA9WhZXEUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-1515388408665581424</id><published>2011-04-30T11:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T11:36:54.118-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-30T11:36:54.118-06:00</app:edited><title>Opposition</title><content type='html'>Cripple him and you have Sir Walter Scott&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lock him up in a prison cell and you have a John Bunyon&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Burry him in the snows of Valley Forge and you have George Washington&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Raise him in poverty and you have Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Subject him to bitter religious strife and you have Franklin Delanore Roosevelt, the only president to serve four terms in office.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Burn him so severely in a school house fire that the doctors say he will never walk again and you have a Glen Cunningham who set the world record in 1934 for running the mile in 4 minutes 6.7 seconds&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deafen a genius composer and you have a Ludwig von Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Drag him more dead than alive from a rice paddy and you have a Rocky Blyer, running back for the great 1970 decade Pittsburg Steelers&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have them born into a society filled with racial prejudice and hatred and you have Booker T. Washington, Harriet Truman, or Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have him born into a Nazi concentration camp, paralyze him from the waist down at the age of 4 and you have an Eastman Pearlman, the incomparable pianist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Call him retarded and write him off as uneducated and you have Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amputate the cancer-ridden leg of a young Canadian and you have a Terry Fox who ran half way across Canada on artificial legs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Take both legs away from him and you have a Douglas Bater, an RAF fighter pilot who was captured three times by the Germans and who escaped three times on artificial legs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Label him too stupid to learn and you have Thomas Edison&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blind him at the age of 44 and you have a John Milton, who 16 years later wrote the great Paradise Lost&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Call him dull, hopeless, and flunk him out of school in the 6th grade and you have Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tell a boy who loves to draw that he has no talent and you have Walt Disney&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spit on Him. Mock him, humiliate Him, and crucify Him, and He forgives you and you have our Lord, Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 -- Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-1515388408665581424?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1515388408665581424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=1515388408665581424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/1515388408665581424?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/1515388408665581424?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/04/opposition.html' title='Opposition'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMESX4ycCp7ImA9WhZQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-1790235331175413582</id><published>2011-04-26T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:00:08.098-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-26T08:00:08.098-06:00</app:edited><title>Dare to climb the Mountain</title><content type='html'>Many people view the mountain, but few ever want to climb, for when you scale a mountain high you must leave the crowds behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a mountain that God offers, those who climb it must be true. It’s a peak called full-time service and it beacons now to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Will you dare to climb this mountain, though at times you’ll feel alone?  Will you be a missionary, leaving your comforts at home?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now the way it won’t be easy, many folks won’t understand, but there’ll be applause in heaven, and the Lord will hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You won’t hear loud cries of trumpets when you tell folks of your plans.  They may say, why climb this mountain? Stay and play in silver sand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the voice still cries from Heaven “Give me those with sights set high, give me those to match my mountain, those who’ll reach the top or die.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you journey up the mountain, you will feel the cold winds blow, and at times you’ll get discouraged and your feet begin to slow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But if you’ll refuse to turn around and continue to press on, you’ll soon reach a’top the mountain – no better place to be found.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you stand there at the summit with the world there far below, you’ll see sights reserved for climbers and your heart will feel its glow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Guide that led you to the top will be there at setting sun and will whisper at life’s ending, “Come home and rest – well done.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Will you dare to climb the mountain though at times you’ll feel alone?  Will you be a missionary leaving comforts of your home?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now the way it won’t be easy, many folks won’t understand, but there’ll be applause in heaven, and the Lord will hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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 -- Author unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-1790235331175413582?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1790235331175413582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=1790235331175413582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/1790235331175413582?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/1790235331175413582?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/04/dare-to-climb-mountain.html' title='Dare to climb the Mountain'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkMMR3Y5fyp7ImA9WhZQF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001141079543817986.post-7483471560031029674</id><published>2011-04-25T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:01:26.827-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-25T22:01:26.827-06:00</app:edited><title>Old People</title><content type='html'>Ok. So Monday's have turned into a rat race to get treadmills at the gym.  If you aren't standing in line by 4:50ish you most likely won't get a treadmill.  It is only Mondays that are like that.  What is most annoying about it is it is pretty much all old people that get on the treadmill and walk at the slowest speed the treadmill goes.  Why not just walk the track if that is what you are going to do?  Leave the treadmills for those that are actually going to use the technology built into them to track their workouts (like I do). &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I was really irritated by the old people.  There are only like 10 treadmills in the place.  Well, when I got there this morning the back row of treadmills (the good ones) were already taken.  So I ended up taking one in the front (at least I got one).  What upset me is that the treadmills behind me were both taken.  One had a water bottle on it and no one there.  That isn't uncommon.  People will take equipment by putting their stuff on it and then run to the bathroom.  No big deal.  Anyways.  The treadmill next to it had an old lady (about 65ish) on it.  What made me mad was the fact that she was the one that the water bottle belonged to.  She was saving the treadmill next to her for her friend that wasn't there yet.  That is just not ok when that is the only treadmill without a person on it and there are people waiting to use it.  They are first come first serve.  Not get there and save one for your friend.  You would think some 65 year old woman would understand that concept.  I guess not.  I just hope this old people who want to get in shape at 5 in the morning phase ends soon.  It is really getting annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001141079543817986-7483471560031029674?l=scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7483471560031029674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6001141079543817986&amp;postID=7483471560031029674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/7483471560031029674?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001141079543817986/posts/default/7483471560031029674?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsinnnerworkings.blogspot.com/2011/04/old-people.html' title='Old People'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205079670341162064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>