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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gS1AURmI3TwTrEellCFwIZ8BGUg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gS1AURmI3TwTrEellCFwIZ8BGUg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4b2vNfAXfQ/TdBFOTc00ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/HE5FGFsdz8Q/s1600/IMG00382-20110515-0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4b2vNfAXfQ/TdBFOTc00ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/HE5FGFsdz8Q/s320/IMG00382-20110515-0824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607057648117928338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tami's New iPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boltes have their first iPhone... well Tami does.  I am still faithfully using a company-provided BlackBerry.  Since Mother's Day, Tami has been on this new iPhone adventure.  Now let me clarify about Mother's Day.  It really wasn't an outright MD gift.  She actually "needed" a new phone anyway.  But, it's like "killing two birds with one stone", right?  Get Tami a cool MD gift AND replace her worn out phone at the same time.  I also remember her telling me many years ago after I gave her a truly wonderful gift with a cord attached, "Don't ever get me another gift with a cord attached!". I don't remember exactly what it was, but I'm guessing it was something like a waffle iron, curling iron, or electric drill... So, even though the new iPhone 4 needs a cord to be recharged, she hasn't complained ...so far.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing.  When Tami had her old cell phone, it didn't do much more than call people.  It was internet-capable, but not very user-friendly.  It did have different basic features like speed dialing and a phone directory (contacts list), but she rarely used any of them.  She would actually memorize the numbers of her most frequent calls and dial them manually.... who does that!?!  Now Tami has this fully loaded, state of the art, user-friendly smart phone that she is struggling to learn.  I mean it's like going from that dial-up internet connection to our super fast, home wireless connection....you can never go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8Dh4sBiY1M/TdBEyhiQrZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Y3cyztd5NdY/s1600/IMG00381-20110514-2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8Dh4sBiY1M/TdBEyhiQrZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Y3cyztd5NdY/s320/IMG00381-20110514-2138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607057170862484882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tami &amp;amp; Lauren using "Facetime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll give her credit, she is trying.  Even though I've had to show her some things multiple times, she is getting the hang of it.  She's using Facebook, Voice Mail, Text Messaging, Facetime, and even playing a few games.  She LOVES "Words with Friends".  It's a kind-of Scrabble game.  She's actually getting a little obsessive with it.  "We" were playing each other at midnight the other night...&lt;br /&gt;So here's to learning new things. Here's to Mother's Day gifts that keep on giving. Here's to keeping up with the latest technology.  Here's to my wife who never gives up.  By the way, she hasn't beaten me in the Words with Friends yet... she's so obsessive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-284216727778898165?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/284216727778898165/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-cords-attached.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/284216727778898165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/284216727778898165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-cords-attached.html" title="No Cords Attached!" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4b2vNfAXfQ/TdBFOTc00ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/HE5FGFsdz8Q/s72-c/IMG00382-20110515-0824.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAHRHs9eCp7ImA9WhZWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-2395720830632985480</id><published>2011-05-14T08:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T09:52:15.560-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-14T09:52:15.560-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lyla" /><title>Hey Lyla!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XhRIN9EmPbsHKUMhIMKyT9j005U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XhRIN9EmPbsHKUMhIMKyT9j005U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.spreadshirt.net/image-server/image/composition/16327577/view/1/producttypecolor/1/type/png/width/280/height/280/hey-lyla_design.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://image.spreadshirt.net/image-server/image/composition/16327577/view/1/producttypecolor/1/type/png/width/280/height/280/hey-lyla_design.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long now!  Soon we'll meet and I'll get to see and hold you for the first time.  Frankly I don't know much about you yet....other than you weigh about 7.5 pounds so far, have chubby cheeks, will have the name of Lyla Grace Windsor, and have a big sister named Savannah Hope.&lt;br /&gt;But by the same token, you don't know much about me either.  So let me give you some inside information. I'm really good looking, have lots or hair, abs of steel (I'll explain what abs are when you're older), find joy in interior decorating, don't watch much ESPN, and hate sweets.  You'll learn more about me once you arrive and we can spend some time together.  But, for now, those are the key points...&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to your arrival in less than two weeks.  But I do have a favor to ask.  I'll be out of town from May 22-24, visiting Washington DC.  So if it's not asking too much, could you show your pretty face either before or after that time?  Now I know your Mom wants your birthday to be ASAP, but don't let her influence you.  Take your time...just not too much time.  Your sister was born near Sydney, Australia.  You'll be born in Huntsville, Alabama.  I really appreciate you arriving a bit closer to our home.  It'll be a much shorter trip to the hospital for us.&lt;br /&gt;It appears that everything is ready for your grand entrance.  There have been showers (you know, gifts, games, and stuff), many wardrobe purchases, lots of new diapers piling up, several doctor visits, and overnight bags packed.  All we need is you!&lt;br /&gt;Someday when you get to read this, I hope you'll realize how much we anticipated your arrival and how much we loved you already.  So until we meet face-to-face, simply know that your Granddaddy may joke around sometimes, but not when it comes to how much he cares for and loves his grandchildren... Love you Miss Lyla...  See ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-2395720830632985480?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/2395720830632985480/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-lyla.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/2395720830632985480?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/2395720830632985480?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-lyla.html" title="Hey Lyla!" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGRXY9cSp7ImA9Wx9QEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-1736015385485289454</id><published>2010-12-24T14:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:02:04.869-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-24T15:02:04.869-06:00</app:edited><title>Merry Christmas!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ozr_YtoV-68KKwN9Q8xSSBzCnxw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ozr_YtoV-68KKwN9Q8xSSBzCnxw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wittysparks.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/confusion_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 471px;" src="http://www.wittysparks.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/confusion_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do on a day off....?  I have a vacation day today, Friday, and next Monday.  Four days of prime time opportunity in North Alabama.  What to do???  Frankly I enjoy just relaxing and resting.  Usually I don't get to do much of that.  But, on the other hand, Tami doesn't want to just sit around and do nothing.  So, I should "do" something that she will enjoy but that also is "relaxing and restful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the ideas on the table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Go to Stem &amp;amp; Stein tonight to hear a friend perform&lt;br /&gt;2) Go to a high school football game&lt;br /&gt;3) Take the dog with us on a hiking trail across Green Mountain&lt;br /&gt;4) Go tailgating with friends at the Auburn / LSU game&lt;br /&gt;5) Prepare for leading the &lt;a href="http://summitcrossing.org/blogs/ya/"&gt;Young Adults on Monday night&lt;/a&gt; by studying Luke 13&lt;br /&gt;6) Visit the Nashville zoo with Savannah&lt;br /&gt;7) Catch up on chores around the house that need to be completed&lt;br /&gt;8) Post to my blog about things to do on my vacation days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I will do several of the above after it's all said &amp;amp; done.  No matter what we choose, I just hope to spend some quality time with my lovely wife and get a chance to recharge the batteries.&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day in North Alabama - I'm sure I will maximize the opportunities...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-3919513241140114130?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/3919513241140114130/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-to-do.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/3919513241140114130?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/3919513241140114130?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-to-do.html" title="What To Do?" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8BSX09eyp7ImA9Wx5QFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-1565631999075001467</id><published>2010-09-04T17:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:54:18.363-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-04T17:54:18.363-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter" /><title>Using Twitter....</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jANNmMKII9f9HbQoWNyKcGMHnwg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jANNmMKII9f9HbQoWNyKcGMHnwg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey... I'm tweeting now.  Follow me @jimbolte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-1565631999075001467?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/1565631999075001467/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/1565631999075001467?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/1565631999075001467?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey.html" title="Using Twitter...." /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMRX09fCp7ImA9WxFUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-735433131173683537</id><published>2010-06-20T17:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:53:04.364-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T17:53:04.364-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The end..." /><title>Thanks to you all...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0IhM-BrBE2zVNLvI3WhIYdvseag/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0IhM-BrBE2zVNLvI3WhIYdvseag/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is post #100...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good time for me to hang up the blog... it's been a bit over one year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading and checking in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of today, Thinking Out Loud has had 10,073 hits....  Wow!  Never thought that would ever happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been great reading some of your comments on my blog.  Thank you all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many regards.....  Jim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-735433131173683537?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/735433131173683537/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/06/thanks-to-you-all.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/735433131173683537?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/735433131173683537?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/06/thanks-to-you-all.html" title="Thanks to you all..." /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIEQXg4fip7ImA9WxFVFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-7984509149086201835</id><published>2010-06-13T07:43:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:35:00.636-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-13T12:35:00.636-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus" /><title>My Favorite Verse</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M5D7D0NM5mimZb7zfkEX8q-7d7s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M5D7D0NM5mimZb7zfkEX8q-7d7s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M5D7D0NM5mimZb7zfkEX8q-7d7s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M5D7D0NM5mimZb7zfkEX8q-7d7s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBUVIGbS8OI/AAAAAAAAAjY/bUoxaZGGOBc/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBUVIGbS8OI/AAAAAAAAAjY/bUoxaZGGOBc/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482311350301683938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Bible...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being a logical-thinker is a big part of my make-up.  Sometimes I don't realize how much it plays into my day-to-day judgement and discernment - but it does.  Tami will even tell you that, at times, I'm obnoxiously logical.  Where God gave me a full measure of logic, I often come up short regarding compassion.  Whereas Tami is gifted in the compassion-arena &amp;amp; tends to be more free-spirited and risky, I am "Mr. Conservative" for the most part.  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-opposites-really-attract.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wrote about this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in August of 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's an example.... while reading my Bible last night before going to bed, I asked myself, "What really is my favorite Bible verse?"  If you look at my Bible you'll see that I have hundreds of verses underlined and starred.  There are so many that are so meaningful and that have instructed and helped me for decades... But which is my favorite...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe you'll be surprised.  Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;John 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="textRedLetter"   style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); line-height: 1.5em;  font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:1em;"&gt;I am telling you these things now while I am still with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="textRedLetter"   style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); line-height: 1.5em;  font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:1em;"&gt;But when the Father sends the Advocate as my representative—that is, the Holy Spirit—he will teach you everything and will remind you of everything I have told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; font-size:1em;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="textRedLetter"   style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); line-height: 1.5em;  font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:1em;"&gt;"I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don't be troubled or afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBUVaAcSWFI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QPa1bOAHvrk/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBUVaAcSWFI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QPa1bOAHvrk/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482311657932871762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;John 14:26 (NIV)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;OK... not so inspiring, right? It's this part, though, that means so much to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"the Holy Spirit - he will teach you everything and remind you of everything I have told you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Since becoming a young Christian many years ago, I had always struggled with the question of how did the writers of the Bible get the facts straight? How did they record actual quotes from everyone, including Jesus? They didn't have iPads, Post-it-Notes, Google Blogger, or smart phones to capture the actual comments or events. I've always had this very logical &amp;amp; practical question. (...told you I was too logical...)  Then I came across this verse, John 14:26, where Jesus is speaking to his disciples - telling them that he will send the Holy Spirit, once Jesus departs, and the Holy Spirit will remind them of everything! That's it! That made logical sense to me.  This one verse really tied it all together for me.  Too logical, right!  Anyway, it has always been a very important verse for me.  The Bible, God's Word, gets it done for me.  It's the best way to know and learn more about the character of God...it's the best way to know the best example to follow - Jesus.  He's who I want to be more like... that's my journey in life... be more like Christ... I'm trying... be patient with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;As I post this page to my blog, I realize it is my 99th post - in just over 1 year.  I've enjoyed writing and expressing some of my thoughts as I've been "thinking out loud".  I hope to print the posts in book-form and keep it for years to come.  I might get a kick out of reading some of this thinking in the future.  Thanks for reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-7984509149086201835?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/7984509149086201835/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-favorite-verse.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/7984509149086201835?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/7984509149086201835?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-favorite-verse.html" title="My Favorite Verse" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBUVIGbS8OI/AAAAAAAAAjY/bUoxaZGGOBc/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ANR30zeCp7ImA9WxFVE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-3684484219414612305</id><published>2010-06-12T12:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:03:16.380-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-12T13:03:16.380-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anniversary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beach" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tami" /><title>Oil-free &amp; Sunny...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-vibK_VCkiXn1tGIhuarzMpbllw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-vibK_VCkiXn1tGIhuarzMpbllw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBPJ3oyoalI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-gvLSWsJkng/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBPJ3oyoalI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-gvLSWsJkng/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481947129119795794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Self Portrait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we spent our anniversary at Sandestin, FL.  We didn't know at the time what we were heading into.... the weather forecast was 60% chance of rain everyday, and the BP oil situation was even more concerning.  On top of that, the day before we left, our car had a puncture in a side wall of one of the front tires.  We were waffling between driving our convertible and our Toyota Sequoia.  It was the convertible that had the flat...  that almost made the decision for us.... after all, we expected rain each day....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBPKCk3or9I/AAAAAAAAAjI/nbbEMr_yvbM/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBPKCk3or9I/AAAAAAAAAjI/nbbEMr_yvbM/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481947317045604306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;View From Our Condo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the flat was fixed by 8 AM departure day, so we decided to take it - solely by faith that the weather would cooperate.  Turns out that we were able to "go topless" for the duration of the trip except from Huntsville to Birmingham.  I think we actually got more sun while in the car than we did at the beach....  We used a lot of sunscreen while in the front seats of our red IS 250C.  It was a great trip down and back as we travelled over back roads for most of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach was beautiful!  No sign of any oil... although everyone was talking about it and the crowds were definitely down.  We didn't wait anywhere when we went out to eat.  We did hear that one hour west of us, small signs of oil were showing up on the beaches.  It was just a matter of time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBPKwem290I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Rr67cfbFt6Y/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBPKwem290I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Rr67cfbFt6Y/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481948105638606658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oil-free &amp;amp; Sunny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very well deserved relaxing time for both of us.  We have each been busy doing a plethora of things for everyone else, so it was great to spend quality time on us.  The weather cooperated grandly.  Tami got burned.... she always does.  And I enjoyed simply spending time with my lovely bride of 28 years.  On our way back from Sandestin, Tami had to drop me off at the Birmingham airport so I could fly to CVG for meetings the following morning.  I arrived at my hotel about midnight.... back to the real world....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-3684484219414612305?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/3684484219414612305/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/06/oil-free-sunny.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/3684484219414612305?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/3684484219414612305?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/06/oil-free-sunny.html" title="Oil-free &amp; Sunny..." /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TBPJ3oyoalI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-gvLSWsJkng/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx_4.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04DSHc_cSp7ImA9WxFWF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-9093542346642281103</id><published>2010-06-05T15:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:06:19.949-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-05T16:06:19.949-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caitlin" /><title>Caitlin - A Girl with Taste...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JIsWbp3H40GXm5wUnTBFx6VxO3Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JIsWbp3H40GXm5wUnTBFx6VxO3Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TApKntJM3HI/AAAAAAAAAi4/N4EZ29BM6Qk/s1600/DSC_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TApKntJM3HI/AAAAAAAAAi4/N4EZ29BM6Qk/s320/DSC_0433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479273942643170418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-eight years today!  Tami &amp;amp; I have been married for 28 years!  Add the five years we were together before that, and you get 33 years of pure bliss... well, almost pure bliss...&lt;div&gt;This year we decided to escape to the beach for a few days to remember and reflect and relax.  We don't get much free time to do any of those very often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We each remember different details from our past years together.  As you get older, I guess that happens.  Of course we remember some of the same things too, but between the two of us, we can put a pretty good picture back together.  She's the one for me and always has been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started this blog one year ago to the day.  My first post was the day after our anniversary last year.  You can &lt;a href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-get-this-started.html"&gt;read it here.&lt;/a&gt; Tami won't get her 28 roses while we are at the beach, but they might be waiting for her when she arrives home... the tradition continues... I love you Tam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-7408367580382599792?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/7408367580382599792/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/06/28-years.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/7408367580382599792?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/7408367580382599792?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/06/28-years.html" title="28 Years!" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TApKntJM3HI/AAAAAAAAAi4/N4EZ29BM6Qk/s72-c/DSC_0433.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANRnc5eyp7ImA9WxFWE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-8401784401690190796</id><published>2010-05-31T10:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:03:17.923-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-31T11:03:17.923-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memorial Day" /><title>How Much Have You Paid?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UF5RQDLD6oWcWoEGP7QI0c9MJC8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UF5RQDLD6oWcWoEGP7QI0c9MJC8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAPdRP3MbBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qySBlhO3QQM/s1600/washington-dc-arlington-national-cemetery-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAPdRP3MbBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qySBlhO3QQM/s320/washington-dc-arlington-national-cemetery-s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477464860198202386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank You!  You are Appreciated!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many have given so much... for you &amp;amp; me.  Honestly, if you're like most Americans, we take it for granted.  It's true that you rarely get anything for free.  This goes for the freedoms and independence that we enjoy in our country today - and our enjoyment comes at a cost.  Have you paid a price for the freedoms you have?  Maybe so... maybe you know someone who has... but the vast majority of us haven't really paid for our freedoms... we haven't!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These freedoms are many!  They can be as simple as worshipping where we want, when we want, without any concerns whatsoever.  They can be as explicit as military protection from the crazys of the world that hate us with a passion... and there are a boat load of other freedoms in between.  My hope is that all of us, starting with me, will appreciate the cost someone else is paying on our behalf.... not just on this Memorial Day, but everyday!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm truly sorry that I don't do this.  I vow to pray everyday for those that are protecting my freedoms as a American citizen.  I always want people to appreciate what I do for them - it's only right that I appreciate what these heroes have done, and are doing, for me.  Most of us can't get to the Arlington Cemetery easily, so I encourage you to &lt;a href="http://www.arlingtoncemetery.org/interactive_map/interactivemap_big.html"&gt;check out this on-line tour.&lt;/a&gt;  Clicking on the red circled areas will drill down to more information regarding the highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you!  You are appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-8401784401690190796?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/8401784401690190796/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-much-have-you-paid.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/8401784401690190796?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/8401784401690190796?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-much-have-you-paid.html" title="How Much Have You Paid?" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAPdRP3MbBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qySBlhO3QQM/s72-c/washington-dc-arlington-national-cemetery-s.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AEQXw_fCp7ImA9WxFWEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-7741727527888248146</id><published>2010-05-29T15:10:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:08:20.244-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-29T20:08:20.244-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bethany" /><title>Ten Things About Bethany</title><content type="html">
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I've tried to bait her, but she never bites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAF703yBYDI/AAAAAAAAAig/E8V4ZxE49Bk/s1600/DSC_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAF703yBYDI/AAAAAAAAAig/E8V4ZxE49Bk/s320/DSC_0187.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476794770116403250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Graduates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  She was a great student.... magna cum laude... I'm never playing her in Trivial Pursuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  She seems totally authentic... Come on, who's always totally authentic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  She didn't find my son soon enough... what took so long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)  She has a wonderfully tight family... very close... they have loads of fun... maybe explains the smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)  She is a choco-holic... she needs to branch out... probably would never eat "white" chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)  She has way too much hair.... curls everywhere... I've got 50 hairs- she has 50 bazillion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAF7PgwvPiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/eKU6pI0Vpdk/s1600/IMG_9407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAF7PgwvPiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/eKU6pI0Vpdk/s320/IMG_9407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476794128281845282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Probably Something Chocolate...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)  She's an adventurous cook.... Jordan is going to weigh a ton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)  She doesn't come around enough... it's only 10 1/2 hours from Michigan to Alabama.... Come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than these items... she's perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-7741727527888248146?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/7741727527888248146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/future-bride-groom.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/7741727527888248146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/7741727527888248146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/future-bride-groom.html" title="Ten Things About Bethany" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAF99qUtfzI/AAAAAAAAAio/bXfPSGLSMAk/s72-c/IMG_7863.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CQnY9fCp7ImA9WxFWEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-4634717944608993623</id><published>2010-05-29T11:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:54:23.864-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-29T19:54:23.864-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jordan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cycling" /><title>An Early Morning 29...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lJQ_nv2y-i2BboJuWrlfMSXKy9U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lJQ_nv2y-i2BboJuWrlfMSXKy9U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAFNIUFfWRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aA4akjFIJuc/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAFNIUFfWRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aA4akjFIJuc/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476743427085261074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rising at 5:45 this morning, Jordan &amp;amp; I rode 29 miles on our road bikes.  For the most part we had the road to ourselves.... after all, it is a holiday weekend and it was 5:45 AM!  Even though is was 97% humidity and 72 degrees, the weather was lovely and the ride was even better.  This is the longest that either of us has ridden this year.  We have been riding a bit during the week - about 14 miles each time, but this was a great spring board into the summer riding season.  For me, at this stage, the 29 miles are impressive, but even more so, is the fact that a recently graduated collegian is getting out of a perfectly comfortable bed at 5:45 AM to ride with his Dad....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The farthest I rode last year was 54 miles.  I hope to eclipse that this summer and this 29 is a good start.  Jordan even had the gumption to suggest (or challenge) that we ride 100 miles before he departs for his married life.  That gives us only about 3 weeks to achieve the three-digit milestone.   I don't think I can do it, but we'll see how my progress matures.  His challenge kind of gives me the feeling that he's been "holding back" on the Old Man.... I guess it's not surprising since he is almost 30 years younger than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's to all you Dads out there trying to stay young, trying to burn more &amp;amp; more calories, trying to keep up with your kids, and trying not to look too terrible spent when your son keeps looking back and asking you, "Are you alright Dad..."?  Maybe I'll let some air out of his tires next time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-4634717944608993623?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/4634717944608993623/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/early-morning-29.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/4634717944608993623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/4634717944608993623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/early-morning-29.html" title="An Early Morning 29..." /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/TAFNIUFfWRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aA4akjFIJuc/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BSHc9eCp7ImA9WxFWEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-4851722092547960053</id><published>2010-05-27T20:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T10:27:39.960-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-29T10:27:39.960-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Savannah" /><title>WOW!</title><content type="html">
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I was there to witness it!  It makes a parent proud to hear the name of your child called out to thousands attending the commencement ceremonies after 4 years of hard study and special experiences that can only be obtained from a college adventure.  "Jordan Thomas Bolte"!  Way to go dude!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S_2-unUbEyI/AAAAAAAAAhg/XVVQqrAPe48/s1600/DSC_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S_2-unUbEyI/AAAAAAAAAhg/XVVQqrAPe48/s320/DSC_0160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475742429990294306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S_3AOu0Zt3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/1F8-tUT5b4M/s1600/DSC_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S_3AOu0Zt3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/1F8-tUT5b4M/s320/DSC_0142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475744081270912882" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five hundred and sixty students graduated from Taylor University this past Saturday morning.  Tami, Caitlin, and I joined my Mom &amp;amp; Dad, plus Bethany's family, as we sat amongst the masses.  We had reserved seating - mainly because Jordan was this year's Student Body President.  As we were seated and waiting for the proceedings to begin, three people stepped into the row in front of us and proceeded to take their seats.  I kid you not - these people had to hail from the "land of the giants"!  Midway through the commencement, I mustered up the nerve to ask the young man directly in front of me, "How tall are you?"  Get this:  6' 10"!!  Six feet, ten inches!!  I can't see squat in front of me!  His father, 6' 5", sat next to him!  I'm guessing that his mom was about six feet!  So much for the reserved seating...  Luckily there were large screens available that allowed me to see over Goliath &amp;amp; Crew... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S_3Dyxrda_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/_YiT78YEfkY/s1600/tall+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S_3Dyxrda_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/_YiT78YEfkY/s320/tall+guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475747999048887282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Future LA Lakers Star!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard a reputable news agency recently report that only 25% of this year's college grads will find jobs.  It sounds like an uphill battle for Jordan &amp;amp; Bethany.  They are actively looking across the country for appropriate employment - but it's not an easy task in this economy... millions of people can attest to this.  Jordan majored in Biblical Literature and Bethany in Media Communications.  Pray for jobs people... Pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S_2_NaQDUsI/AAAAAAAAAho/ANrLZVbrGd8/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S_2_NaQDUsI/AAAAAAAAAho/ANrLZVbrGd8/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475742959058244290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two Happy Graduates!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am proud of Jordan's accomplishments.  He has demonstrated wonderful leadership and relational skills.  I suspect that they will land jobs soon, and the next chapter in their lives will be off and running.  Keep up the good work JB... you have much, much potential.  But, next time you invite me to a big event, can you get me some better seats....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-5293902184055771117?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/5293902184055771117/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/congrats-to-graduate.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/5293902184055771117?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/5293902184055771117?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/congrats-to-graduate.html" title="Congrats to the Graduate!" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S_2_yVQIrEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/1_qQP2QLjQ4/s72-c/DSC_0162.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4NSHo6eCp7ImA9WxFXEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-613381116141462530</id><published>2010-05-16T07:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:03:19.410-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-16T08:03:19.410-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jordan" /><title>A Letter to Jordan</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bg-wd_FiGmz3TCtENGvcGrrXBjI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bg-wd_FiGmz3TCtENGvcGrrXBjI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-_qhS6BIHI/AAAAAAAAAhA/yBswmuHDvw8/s1600/IMG_7826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-_qhS6BIHI/AAAAAAAAAhA/yBswmuHDvw8/s320/IMG_7826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471849930010206322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will graduate from Taylor University this Saturday.... I'm so proud of you Jordan!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not so much because you have persevered through 4 years of studies.... not because you were the Student Body President your senior year.... not because you've demonstrated leadership via multiple roles on campus.... not because you tend to make wise decisions and never hesitate to seek advice.... not because you've called home "almost" every week.... not because you obviously have great judgement in selecting your bride-to-be (you are clearly marrying up).... not because you have a personality that simply won't quit... But, I'm more proud of you Jordan because you are a man of God and you exude what we have tried to model for all of our kids:  Love God &amp;amp; Love People.  You do this.... and for that, I am so proud of you son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-_rpupig5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tqBoQ6M9g9o/s1600/IMG_7861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-_rpupig5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tqBoQ6M9g9o/s320/IMG_7861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471851174407865234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dancing through Life!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without getting too mushy... let me just say that you are a load of fun to be around.  You are a magnet, drawing people in with your infectious personality and humor.  You're no slouch intellectually either - but still no match for your father... However, I always enjoy toying with you via verbal exchanges that only you &amp;amp; I can muster.  Keep practicing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-_r4rbmFXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/IAYbyiONoSI/s1600/IMG_7630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-_r4rbmFXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/IAYbyiONoSI/s320/IMG_7630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471851431242110322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tami, Jordan, Bethany&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even as a little boy, you had the energy, charisma, and charm that would keep your parents, teachers, and babysitters on the edge of their chairs.  You seemed to be unafraid to say or do anything that demonstrated a fullness of life that few seem to enjoy.  You also weren't reluctant to step up and "do the right thing", even if it required taking risks.  You would often defend your class mates if someone was bullying or making fun of them.  I truly believe that your 22 years of life have touched and positively impacted more people than you may ever know, this side of heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-_rGncv22I/AAAAAAAAAhI/oLzOIX8LNhk/s1600/IMG_8522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-_rGncv22I/AAAAAAAAAhI/oLzOIX8LNhk/s320/IMG_8522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471850571179744098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be Afraid... Be Very Afraid!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan, as I join you this weekend in Upland, IN, to watch you graduate with a Biblical Studies major, and as you prepare to begin the next new chapter of your life with Bethany on July 2, please know how much I love you and appreciate you.  Thank you for being a great son... I'm so proud of you Jordan....  Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-613381116141462530?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/613381116141462530/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-to-jordan.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/613381116141462530?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/613381116141462530?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-to-jordan.html" title="A Letter to Jordan" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-_qhS6BIHI/AAAAAAAAAhA/yBswmuHDvw8/s72-c/IMG_7826.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAQ3s7fSp7ImA9WxFQGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-7465808748485367586</id><published>2010-05-15T13:27:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:49:02.505-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-15T13:49:02.505-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cycling" /><title>Cycling with the Mayor....</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QUigEvNf6G3MfN2MifZLop8eAG8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QUigEvNf6G3MfN2MifZLop8eAG8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QUigEvNf6G3MfN2MifZLop8eAG8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QUigEvNf6G3MfN2MifZLop8eAG8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-7paPcH9MI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LGiAqqRAXNU/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-7pN1lrkNI/AAAAAAAAAgY/kLCLhJSv3Wg/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-7pN1lrkNI/AAAAAAAAAgY/kLCLhJSv3Wg/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471567021234426066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jim Ryan... Me... Ono-san... Wes Woods&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Four of our Toyota management team joined a few hundred other cyclists and the Mayor of Huntsville in his 2nd Annual Ride with the Mayor event in downtown Huntsville.  The event is used to highlight bicycle safety and to promote the sharing of the road between vehicles and bicycles.&lt;div&gt;It was a short, flat, easy course, and we had a great time.  The Mayor only had one rule:  Don't lap him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-7qQlRkoOI/AAAAAAAAAgw/feJroO52YE0/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-7qQlRkoOI/AAAAAAAAAgw/feJroO52YE0/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_9.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471568167906353378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ono-san Looking Colorful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-7qLVjUGqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/wHk7ZvnvREc/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-7qLVjUGqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/wHk7ZvnvREc/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471568077786454690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jim Ryan... Me... Ono-san&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-7q4zvfMCI/AAAAAAAAAg4/4Vqr2YSEOvI/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-7q4zvfMCI/AAAAAAAAAg4/4Vqr2YSEOvI/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471568858984689698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guess which one is the Mayor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-7465808748485367586?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/7465808748485367586/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/cycling-with-mayor.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/7465808748485367586?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/7465808748485367586?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/cycling-with-mayor.html" title="Cycling with the Mayor...." /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-7pN1lrkNI/AAAAAAAAAgY/kLCLhJSv3Wg/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENRHwzfip7ImA9WxFQGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-8280199422335023905</id><published>2010-05-14T21:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:04:55.286-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-14T22:04:55.286-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alabama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kentucky" /><title>Sweet Home Alabama!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GYyuZX9S-_npRr0zhbY5Uc0RxEg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GYyuZX9S-_npRr0zhbY5Uc0RxEg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GYyuZX9S-_npRr0zhbY5Uc0RxEg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GYyuZX9S-_npRr0zhbY5Uc0RxEg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.localriding.com/image-files/usa-state-map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 315px;" src="http://www.localriding.com/image-files/usa-state-map.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend... Mother's Day Weekend... I attended a large church in Kentucky.  During the sermon, the minister spoke very meaningfully and quite eloquently.  I consider him one of the most gifted communicators in the country.... very talented!  But, surprisingly, in the middle of his sermon, he made not one, but two, disparaging comments about the state of Alabama.  Without going into detail, let's just say he didn't paint Alabama in a very favorable light.  I think he was trying to be funny... using Alabama as the butt of a joke.  But, the audience didn't even laugh... they just simply moaned.... kind of like..."I can't believe he just said that..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a very influential speaker with an extremely large audience.  Maybe I'm just extra sensitive because I happen to live in Alabama.  But, my question is "Why do we have to make fun of others"?  Is there a bit of elitism there?  Does someone think they are better than others?  I don't actually think so, but I have to admit that it was a "turn off" for me.  I was disappointed in his comments - actually a bit angry, if I was honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alabama has tried very hard to tear away from the typical stereotype that many people have.  I've lived in the Huntsville area for about 7 years.  Alabama is not perfect, but unless you've lived here, you can't appreciate the progress and accolades the area has achieved.  You can find many of the national and international recognitions &lt;a href="http://www.huntsvillealabamausa.com/news/nat_recog.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;  Once you come and see for yourself what a great place this is to work, live, and play, you may not want to leave....  we hear this a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a bit funny to me that someone from KY is making fun of someone from AL.  I don't mean to be critical, but have you been to eastern KY lately?  Oops... I'm doing the same thing, aren't I?  I have business acquaintances on the west coast, and frankly, they don't see much different between KY and AL... or TN, MS, WV, etc. for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why do we do this?  Why do we use someone else as the butt of a joke?  Just to get a laugh?  His comments tear down everything we are trying to do in AL, in regards to improving our image.  I just don't see the value in doing this.  I hope he will reconsider his approach in the future.  Am I just extra sensitive because I was negatively impacted?  Would I even be writing this if he had used TN instead of AL?  Not sure.  But I do know that my eyes were opened a bit wider because of the episode.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way.... I am from KY, born &amp;amp; raised there.  I always speak positively of the Commonwealth.  I hope others in KY will do the same about Alabama....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-8280199422335023905?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/8280199422335023905/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-weekend.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/8280199422335023905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/8280199422335023905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-weekend.html" title="Sweet Home Alabama!" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIDR3wzfyp7ImA9WxFQFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-4105750480877402524</id><published>2010-05-09T19:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:12:56.287-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-09T21:12:56.287-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mom" /><title>A Letter to Mom</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0ZpHDMSWT65dMPrZIJQfgBIPEE4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0ZpHDMSWT65dMPrZIJQfgBIPEE4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-dYB3-3e3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/S50Oz5mLdLo/s1600/DSC_1007-2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-dYB3-3e3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/S50Oz5mLdLo/s320/DSC_1007-2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469437061695503218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mother's Day.  I got to spend the weekend with you these past few days, Mom.  I, absolutely, really enjoyed it.  Mother's Day is a time for you to rest and relax while we wait on you.  But, as usual, you made us breakfast, lunch, and dinner the entire weekend.  Your only reprieve was when we took you out for dinner on Saturday evening.  While you always feed us well when we visit, I wish you would let us dote on you more.  Thanks Mom!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel comfortable when I come home.  Even though I didn't grow up in the house you now live in, you still make me feel at home every time I crash for the weekend.  I feel like you roll out the red carpet for us each &amp;amp; every time. It's not necessary, but it's appreciated.  Thanks Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a little boy, I remember holding your hand in my small hand just so I could examine it closely.  I thought your fingers and hands looked perfect.  Soft, smooth, beautiful.  It's strange that I remember that detail, but I suppose it's because these were the hands that picked me up, pushed me forward, protected me, fed me, loved me and caressed me.  Thanks Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-dYLgRWJ8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/zkle04QgkzA/s200/n135000246_30353026_7530.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469437227129251778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me at 9 months&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have always impressed me with your insight, perspective, dedication, courage, and intelligence.  I believe that I am who I am today because of the key influence you had in my life.  You have given me many practical examples to follow.  You'll always be special to me in ways you may never know.  I'll always look up to you, Mom, and am proud to be called your son.  Thanks Mom!  Happy Mother's Day.... I love you....  Jim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-4105750480877402524?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/4105750480877402524/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-to-mom.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/4105750480877402524?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/4105750480877402524?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-to-mom.html" title="A Letter to Mom" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S-dYB3-3e3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/S50Oz5mLdLo/s72-c/DSC_1007-2_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ADSXw8eCp7ImA9WxFRGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-5264215992176907164</id><published>2010-05-02T21:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:02:58.270-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-02T22:02:58.270-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="KY Derby" /><title>Wild KY Derby Hats...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4sb0ueDjimvs0RAaF5887XOe-AM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4sb0ueDjimvs0RAaF5887XOe-AM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S948Brh3qnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Yp4LGhixYHs/s1600/00.bf.00035031-NPT-0139f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S948Brh3qnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Yp4LGhixYHs/s200/00.bf.00035031-NPT-0139f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466872997236681330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 136th Kentucky Derby is in the books.  It was wet, wild, and the most Exciting Two Minutes in Sports.  $2.1 million were up for grabs.... but it's the claim of being a KY Derby winner that everyone covets....  Super Saver did it by 2.5 lengths....  (I lost $20 on the race... I was pulling for Ice Box.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/multimedia/photo_gallery/1004/kentucky.derby.hats/content.1.html"&gt;Check out these hats&lt;/a&gt; at this year's event....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-5264215992176907164?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/5264215992176907164/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/136th-kentucky-derby-is-in-books.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/5264215992176907164?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/5264215992176907164?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/05/136th-kentucky-derby-is-in-books.html" title="Wild KY Derby Hats..." /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S948Brh3qnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Yp4LGhixYHs/s72-c/00.bf.00035031-NPT-0139f.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNR3c5cCp7ImA9WxFRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-7430270218201971498</id><published>2010-05-01T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:18:16.928-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-01T10:18:16.928-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="questions" /><title>Why Do You Ask?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6tjP0MWX8K6oZrUUFNo6x-z_GQA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6tjP0MWX8K6oZrUUFNo6x-z_GQA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://apudgeisasandwich.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/questions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 447px;" src="http://apudgeisasandwich.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/questions.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people ask questions to which they already know the answers?  When you think about it, it happens all the time.  Maybe sometimes they really don't know the answers, but often, they do...  Here are some examples:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tami might ask me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When are you going to take out the garbage?  Answer: He needs to do it now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you really going to eat that?  Answer: Not on your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you know where you're going?  Answer: He's lost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Honestly I do this a lot also.  I often ask my kids questions about things that I already know the answer to.   I do this to try to get them to think for themselves.   I also want to check the depth of their thinking.  Have they thought about things from multiple viewpoints?   If so, how many points of view?  Are they simply skimming the surface, or are they peeling back multiple layers of the onion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I want to see how much they know, but sometimes I want to see how truthful they are.  God even does this.   In &lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/commentaries/comm_view.cfm?AuthorID=2&amp;amp;contentID=7323&amp;amp;commInfo=31&amp;amp;topic=Genesis"&gt;Genesis, chapter 3,&lt;/a&gt; God is walking in the garden of Eden and calls out to Adam and says, "Where are you?".... now, don't you think God already knew the answer to that question?   After all, he created Adam and Even and they are the only two folks traipsing around in the vegetation.   Maybe God is seeing if Adam will be truthful - given that he and Eve have just violated God's only restriction in the garden.   Sure enough, Adam comes somewhat clean with his response:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Adam says, “I heard Your voice in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; and I hid myself.” And God said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree of which I commanded you that you should not eat?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ahh... yet two more questions to which God already knows the answers.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Most times, if not always, it's best to just be truthful.  At least this is the most important trait in my book.... if you don't know the answer to some one's question, it's best to state that you don't know.  But also, think about why they are asking.  Think about what you might learn from their question.  Think about the "motive" behind the inquiry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;When Tami asks, "When are you going to take out the garbage?", she's really stating that the garbage if full and she's reminding me that it's my predetermined responsibility to do my job.  This may not even be the first time that I've shirked my role in performing my task... or it could be that she's just tired of me watching the NBA Playoffs on TV and she wants me to do "anything" constructive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;So the next time someone asks you a question, think about answering their question with a question of your own.... something like:  "Why do you ask?"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-7430270218201971498?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/7430270218201971498/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-you-ask.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/7430270218201971498?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/7430270218201971498?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-you-ask.html" title="Why Do You Ask?" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMNQHs-fip7ImA9WxFRFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-4864280755331420277</id><published>2010-04-30T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:08:11.556-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-30T09:08:11.556-05:00</app:edited><title>New Mobile Security</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jCk4Y7tUZfLgEWt90-0v1jMG-fs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jCk4Y7tUZfLgEWt90-0v1jMG-fs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S9rkTFsmHgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iI-ABjM-Ylw/s1600/IMG00045-20100430-0901-791557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S9rkTFsmHgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iI-ABjM-Ylw/s320/IMG00045-20100430-0901-791557.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465932114365390338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Snapped a pic of this security officer making his rounds INSIDE the terminal at the Memphis airport. He said they&amp;#39;ve been riding bikes indoors for over 12 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-4864280755331420277?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/4864280755331420277/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-mobile-security.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/4864280755331420277?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/4864280755331420277?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-mobile-security.html" title="New Mobile Security" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/S9rkTFsmHgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iI-ABjM-Ylw/s72-c/IMG00045-20100430-0901-791557.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IBQHc6eSp7ImA9WxFRFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-1548136559880694863</id><published>2010-04-29T16:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:19:11.911-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-29T17:19:11.911-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tami" /><title>4 Things to Do Before Marriage!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5N4Z3zA6PNv_yQIWE0pr4PYIITc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5N4Z3zA6PNv_yQIWE0pr4PYIITc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.qc.cuny.edu/blogs/0209N2511/017/marriage_460x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogs.qc.cuny.edu/blogs/0209N2511/017/marriage_460x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you're thinking about getting married? Maybe this doesn't apply to everyone right now, but it might come in handy some day. I've been giving the following simple, yet critical, advice to engaged couples for many years. I suspect someday that many of them will come back to thank me.... maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Hang wallpaper together!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't sound interesting or valuable to you? Well, try it!! You'll be surprised at how telling the results will be. Tami and I have performed this task several times during our marriage. Maybe we should have performed this task BEFORE we got hitched. Usually it's me, balancing on a ladder, arms outstretched holding an 8 foot strip of wet wallpaper, listening to instructions (no, directions) from my loving wife... Comments like "It's not lined up", or "You don't have the patterns matching", or "I think you're holding it upside down", or "Are you sure it's wet enough?" or "Do you want me to hold something?" are a few examples....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging wallpaper will surely test your patience and teamwork. It might unveil personality characteristics that you have never seen before - in both parties. For example, I might reply to my wife's comments with "It looks lined up from where I'm standing!", or "Trust me, I'm NOT holding it upside down!", or "I'm sure it's wet enough - it's dripping all over the floor!", or "Hold your comments please!!". (Maybe I really didn't say that last one...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, hang some wallpaper... trust me, you'll get a kick out of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Play Monopoly together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will show you a side of each other that you never knew existed! They'll turn into ruthless, cut-throat, unforgiving, money &amp;amp; property monopolizers.... or, you'll see a no-accountability, poor decision-making, careless, in-debt player that will have no interest in competition, winning, or even playing. Maybe you'll even see someone somewhere between these two extremes. But nevertheless, their true financial and competitive traits and skills will be revealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even picking which token you will each use may be telling... give Monopoly a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) See each other totally wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I don't mean naked... I mean, check out how each other looks on their "worst" day - not their "best" day. Be sure that you are not duped into actually believing that he/she always looks that good. It's not true! In fact, you had better fall in love with the "inside stuff", because the "outside stuff" is surely going to change (i.e., droop, drop, wrinkle, drag, fall out, hang over, etc. - you get the idea...). Seeing each other in their "authentic &amp;amp; natural" state is something you must discover BEFORE marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Have a fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must learn to fight fair! What?! You haven't had a fight yet? This is a red flag! If you are hanging wallpaper, playing Monopoly, and seeing each other on their worst hair days, you should be fighting... at least once! Each person fights differently and you need to understand and talk about those differences. Are you a turtle - hard shell, slow to respond, retreats easily.... or are you roadrunner - fast talker, drop a bomb and retreat fast.... or are you a porcupine - needles out all the time, ready to defend your position at the first attack? It really doesn't matter, you just need to know how to communicate with each other, given your fighting techniques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds goofy, but you must learn to fight fairly..... practice it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it.... words worth gold! By the way, I hate to hang wallpaper, I never win at Monopoly, I never have a bad hair day (no hair), and I've learned to master the art of fighting with Tami... finally, at the end of the fight, I end up saying the three words Tami always loves to hear.... "Let's eat out!" Try it, it works....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-1548136559880694863?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/1548136559880694863/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-things-to-do-before-marriage.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/1548136559880694863?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/1548136559880694863?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-things-to-do-before-marriage.html" title="4 Things to Do Before Marriage!" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHQHY7cCp7ImA9WxFRFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-8787118010439107548</id><published>2010-04-27T19:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:28:51.808-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-27T20:28:51.808-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tami" /><title>What Do You Eat?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iGAuegmzCxG84hWwV07OzMotGGc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iGAuegmzCxG84hWwV07OzMotGGc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.easy-weightloss-tips.com/images/eat-healthy-easydietlabels32kb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.easy-weightloss-tips.com/images/eat-healthy-easydietlabels32kb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tami says I need to eat a healthier diet... let me translate that for you:  "time to lose some weight fat boy!"  Of course, she's the one bringing home Lay's wavy chips and hummus dip.  So, tonight before dinner, I thought I'd have a small appetizer of Lay's and hummus.  She scolded me... She was in the process of preparing a wonderful dinner of grilled chicken breasts, grilled zucchini and squash, grilled pineapple slices topped with cinnamon, brown rice, and diet green tea.  I just thought I'd prime my appetite with a small healthy early-course before the main event began.  After all, hummus is made from chick peas, right?  Healthy, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's unfair that as you get older, your metabolism slows.  I used to be able to eat absolutely anything and not gain an ounce.  This is notwithstanding the fact that I was a long distance runner at the time.  I actually completed five full marathons and several half-marathons when I was in my 20's &amp;amp; 30's.  Long time ago...  Since then, my knees have revolted.  Now, it's only cycling for me.  But, it takes so much more effort now to get motivated to burn the calories and keep the heart rate up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://northphoenixagent.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/ice-cream-swirly-cone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://northphoenixagent.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/ice-cream-swirly-cone.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 448px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you exercise less, there's no other choice but to cut the food intake and eat a smarter diet.  I'm willing to do it, but Tami's not helping when she keeps bringing home chips and dip.  I'm a sucker for desserts and salty snacks.  In fact, if I was stranded on a deserted island with only two junk foods, it'd be chips and ice cream for me!   That's what I'm talking about!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, I must do two things:  exercise more and eat better.  Now that the weather has improved, I'm committed to getting on my bicycle more.... no, really!  I also know that if I don't stop eating chips and dip, I'll be looking for pants that are size "FB" - Fat Boy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see Tami or talk with her via Facebook, tell her to give me a sporting chance.  Pass by the chips and dip aisles at Kroger.... maybe fat-free ice cream could work though.... yeah, just maybe I'll cycle over to Kroger....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't tell Tami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-8787118010439107548?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/8787118010439107548/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-eat.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/8787118010439107548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/8787118010439107548?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-eat.html" title="What Do You Eat?" /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ESH0zfSp7ImA9WxFREEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046794392987723256.post-2873148043231718042</id><published>2010-04-23T21:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:58:29.385-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-23T21:58:29.385-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="KY Derby" /><title>The Run for the Roses...</title><content type="html">
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In KY it's obviously a huge event.... sort of like the AL Iron Bowl (Alabama vs Auburn football).  When either of these events take place, everything comes to a standstill... everything!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been fortunate to attend the Derby twice.  I was born in Louisville, so it's even more special to return to Churchill Downs.  We always enjoy going to big, highly acclaimed events, but the Derby is "over-the-top outlandish"!  Big hats... cigars... mint juleps.... roses.... racing forms... "fast horses and beautiful women... or fast women and beautiful horses" - as the saying goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the weekend before the Derby.  I recall hot air balloon races, Thunder Over Louisville fireworks, paddle boat river races, the Governor's breakfast, KY Derby mini-marathons, hot browns, Woodford Reserve bourbon balls, country ham &amp;amp; biscuits, Derby celebrity parties, and more....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tami's lived in Huntsville almost 4 years now (over six years for me).  Each year she's coordinated some sort of Derby excitement for us in AL.  Some years it's been just our family - wearing jockey hats, and drawing numbers from a jar that match all the colors of the silks in the field.  We'd always sing My Old KY Home just before the Call to the Post.  Some years she'd throw a bigger party with all the women wearing big hats... and the guys wearing derbys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time we invited Alabamians to our Derby party, they seemed a bit disappointed.  I think they expected something more in line with NASCAR.... they expected the horses to go around the track multiple times - not just once.  They weren't grasping the idea that the Derby is called "The most exciting &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; minutes in sports"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onemoretickets.com/images/kentucky-derby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onemoretickets.com/images/kentucky-derby.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 365px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Churchill Downs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even while living in North Alabama, we'll always be UK basketball fans and always watch the KY Derby on TV... even if it is only two minutes... Tami can build a wonderful party around just two minutes.... piece of cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046794392987723256-2873148043231718042?l=jimbolte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/feeds/2873148043231718042/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/04/run-for-roses.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/2873148043231718042?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046794392987723256/posts/default/2873148043231718042?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jimbolte.blogspot.com/2010/04/run-for-roses.html" title="The Run for the Roses..." /><author><name>Jim Bolte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126093379479468183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V_trD1w200c/Sl-RJ7JVIsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b_c8J3nxBig/S220/IMG_5503.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhcGzCt8XLQ/RjyuyUiJvjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-4tA-mbGh9A/s72-c/Derby+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>

