<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:18:55.903-06:00</updated><category term='voting'/><category term='Kids bring the best surprises'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Some of my favorite grandkids'/><category term='Informational Complaint'/><category term='Family Memories'/><category term='The world around us; a cheery plate of wow...'/><category term='Mothers are a Gift from God.'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='Journal'/><category term='Tests of Time'/><category term='Birthday Magic'/><category term='A swing and miss... strike Three.......'/><category term='Family Help'/><category term='Family Wisdom'/><category term='family fun'/><category term='Important Events'/><category term='Opportunities'/><category term='Questions for the Ages (Aging)'/><category term='Family History'/><category term='GeoCache Treasure #1'/><title type='text'>the Cheerful Biker</title><subtitle type='html'>Biking season is here, yeah....  This is one of the grandest times of the year.  I am looking forward to riding to work each day.  I need the minutes on my bike, it is good for my heart, especially as I cruise down hill or working to get to the ever deceiving and challenging summit.  Remember the most important thing in the trip of life is to enjoy the ride and not worry about the next hill.  

As always the Cheery Optimist.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-3264024278070843350</id><published>2010-01-21T14:44:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:12:16.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;I haven't posted for many months, mainly because I haven't taken the time but thought I might want people to know that all is well with me except I sit at work all the time and have not succumb to the  perils of sitting.  A new report form London states that sitting for prolong periods can be deadly to our health!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Research is preliminary, but several studies suggest people who spend most of their days sitting are more likely to be fat, have a heart attack or even die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In an editorial published this week in the British Journal of Sports Medicine, Elin Ekblom-Bak of the Swedish School of Sport and Health Sciences suggested that authorities rethink how they define physical activity to highlight the dangers of sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While health officials have issued guidelines recommending minimum amounts of physical activity, they haven't suggested people try to limit how much time they spend in a seated position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "After four hours of sitting, the body starts to send harmful signals," Ekblom-Bak said. She explained that genes regulating the amount of glucose and fat in the body start to shut down. Even for people who exercise, spending long stretches of time sitting at a desk is still harmful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I have been sitting at my job for almost 40 years.  Only the increase fat has been my nemesis.  Good news, maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person here at CSI last year gave up his 'sit-at-desk' and switch to a 'stand-up-desk'.  He says it has made a world of difference. Less back pain, more productive at work, and more energy when he goes home.  The first couple of months were tough until his legs got strong enough to stand all the time and now he says no going back. It is very relaxing to him.  Maybe we should get rid of our kitchen table chairs and add some length to the table legs and stand-up for every meal.  That might be a secret for us to live longer, less fat, more energy; just like dieting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;For all you exercise conscious people, keep doing what you are doing but find ways to sit less and you should live longer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-3264024278070843350?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/3264024278070843350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=3264024278070843350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3264024278070843350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3264024278070843350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good!'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-7605424060205681116</id><published>2009-08-03T17:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:41:33.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opportunities'/><title type='text'>Bridge over 'T.......' Waters</title><content type='html'>This past week I was in Philadelphia for a Fatigue and Fracture Conference sponsored by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lehigh&lt;/span&gt; University.  The purpose of the conference was to understand how to make our bridges safe and functional for the next 100+ years.  After the conference I visited three customers and helped them with their programming questions using our hardware.  I have attached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; pictures below.  The Burlington Bridge had me at about 200+ feet above the river and 60+ feet above the traffic going across the bridge.  This was the highest I had ever been on a bridge and was slightly unnerving when trucks would cross. I am thankful that Campbell's makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ruggedized&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dataloggers&lt;/span&gt; that can operate for years at a time unattended and collect bridge monitoring data that is needed to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;renovation/retrofitting&lt;/span&gt; work on bridges.  I love my job.  The other bridge is the Tuscony bridge which is a Bascule Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SndyVhSth5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/58cXbLIueOA/s1600-h/Burlington-8-2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SndyVhSth5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/58cXbLIueOA/s400/Burlington-8-2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365883195074906002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Burlington Bridge.  The whole bridge section is raised by gears and counter weights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SndysAndjQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ynhPabc2Zoc/s1600-h/Burlington_1_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SndysAndjQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ynhPabc2Zoc/s400/Burlington_1_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365883581440560386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gears built in 1930 for controlling the raising and lowering of the bridge section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/Sndy8E_7n1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/ErBPmth2Xxk/s1600-h/Burlington-5-2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/Sndy8E_7n1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/ErBPmth2Xxk/s400/Burlington-5-2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365883857494843218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mega-Ton Counter weight on 32 steel cables.  Picture needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt; rotated 90 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/Sndz1-8G_cI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BojhmYLLC7A/s1600-h/Tuscony_3_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/Sndz1-8G_cI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BojhmYLLC7A/s400/Tuscony_3_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365884852300611010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tuscony&lt;/span&gt; Bridge.  It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bascule&lt;/span&gt; Bridge with the opening next to arch like a draw-bridge. It is between two brick piles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a demonstration of this type of bridge go to this website.&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bascule_bridge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-7605424060205681116?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/7605424060205681116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=7605424060205681116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7605424060205681116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7605424060205681116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2009/08/bridge-over-t-waters.html' title='Bridge over &apos;T.......&apos; Waters'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SndyVhSth5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/58cXbLIueOA/s72-c/Burlington-8-2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-5419952782968379681</id><published>2009-06-09T13:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:10:35.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Memories'/><title type='text'>Up Up and Away!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After having our house on the market for almost a year and with the opportunity for Bryan and Natalie to get their own home, we have sold our home.  It may be a crazy way to do it but it appears that it will work for us.  We sold it on a Lease to Purchase.  If the prospective buyer execute their option then we will be officially out of the home market.  we have chosen to move into a small Condo for a year with the aspiration of looking for property and building our retirement home in 2 or 3 years.  Sounds like a plan with a lot of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest stress factor in our lives in downsizing from a 5500 sq ft home to a 1600 sq ft Condo.  We have accumulated so much in our 42 years of bliss that it is hard to let goal.  I have a lot of reference books that I hardly ever open but when I need something it has been good to have.  However with the invention of the Internet almost everything is now online why keep these books.  I am getting rid of them except for a couple that seem logical to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move has been very hard and seems like we make very little progress but with the help of many (Natalie, Bryan, Hallie, Sydney, Luke, Heidi, Don,Kendra, Amy, Lonna, Lisa, Shawna, Adam, Tara, Marilyn, Sharon, Barbara, Laurie, and soon to be some Relief Society Sisters) we could not have done it.  (I hope that I did not forget anyone).  We should almost be out tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;From K &amp;amp; C to all  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;... A      G  R  E  A  T       B  I  G&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;T   H   A   N   K   -   Y   O   U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;T   H   A   N   K   -   Y   O   U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;T   H   A   N   K   -   Y   O   U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;So life goes on and we thank the Lord for our many friends and family.  Thanks for your love and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-5419952782968379681?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/5419952782968379681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=5419952782968379681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/5419952782968379681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/5419952782968379681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up Up and Away!!!!!!!'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-8448874790930096524</id><published>2009-04-17T16:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:32:24.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Memories'/><title type='text'>Not Lost but alive and kicking</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, I had a great experience, in fact the family had the same experience; we built a retaining wall.  Well with all this rain we (who is 'we' yet to be TBD) get to do it again.  The rain caused the base of  gravel and dirt to settle and shift; thus getting the wall moving outward until it fell over into my neighbors yard.  We are currently moving the blocks out so we can build a better base.  Then we will move the blocks back.  This is a great way to exercise and lose weight at the same time.  I am soooooo exciiiiiiiiited....  Anybody looking for exercise "come on down".  We will be out there almost every night and Saturday mornings.  Tuesday Night's Trent and I will not be there but you can come if you want too.  Have a great Spring and a better Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-8448874790930096524?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/8448874790930096524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=8448874790930096524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/8448874790930096524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/8448874790930096524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-lost-but-alive-and-kicking.html' title='Not Lost but alive and kicking'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-6004425378607566066</id><published>2009-03-06T16:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:54:51.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Wisdom'/><title type='text'>And the work goes on and on and on</title><content type='html'>Some days I feel like the Energizer bunny.  My work goes on and on and on.  This week has been  just that.  Every time I finish one project I have two more appear on my plate.  At  this rate I will never catch up and when I retire I will have (100)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; of projects left unfinished. As a simple example consider this progression (1 on my plate, complete it and now there is 2, complete one more now there is 3, complete that one and now there is 4,  and on and on and on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an economy in a very stressful mode because many people are losing their jobs, Campbell seems to be getting busier and busier.  For personal reasons this is good but I am left to wonder if this will break down later in the year.  I hope not but I do hope that we get back to an even keel with our work load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the world is worried about jobs and finances and lack of mortgages and limited car loans, I remain the ever present Optimist and know that we will be stronger for having endure such an experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-6004425378607566066?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/6004425378607566066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=6004425378607566066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/6004425378607566066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/6004425378607566066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-work-goes-on-and-on-and-on.html' title='And the work goes on and on and on'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-3585648090168509568</id><published>2009-03-04T14:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:42:31.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother Nature is just tempting us.  The weather has been so balmy these last couple of days that I am itching to get on my bike and ride to work.  I know that winter is not over but I am so ready for the warm spring.  Oh Yeah, I am ready.  Prepare your bikes, oil the chains, put on the glasses and helmets and lets peddle.  Saturday mornings are a great time to get in longer rides.  Anyone interested in joining me; let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-3585648090168509568?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/3585648090168509568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=3585648090168509568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3585648090168509568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3585648090168509568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah!!!'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-4324034542589696495</id><published>2009-02-25T19:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:35:20.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Wishes</title><content type='html'>I'm counting the days until I can get back on my bike and pedal to work.  It has been a long winter but I am ready to exercise and shed a few pounds.  My Goal 20 pounds by June first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-4324034542589696495?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/4324034542589696495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=4324034542589696495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4324034542589696495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4324034542589696495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-wishes.html' title='Spring Wishes'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-7197053692126046006</id><published>2009-02-21T15:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:37:46.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Memories'/><title type='text'>Something Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday was a pretty neat day.  I went to my semi-annual meeting with the Industrial Advisory Committee (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IAC&lt;/span&gt;) for the USU Dept of Electrical and Computer Engineering.  We normally meeting during Engineering week which was last week and then in October the Friday of Homecoming Weekend.  As part of the February the College of Engineering the University gives out their awards for the year.  This year I received the Utah State University - Distinguished Service of the Year for 2008 -2009 from the Department of Electrical &amp;amp; Computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ECE&lt;/span&gt;).  This was as total surprise.   They said I received the  honor for everything I have done for the university over the years and also for the Dept of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ECE&lt;/span&gt;.  Over the years I have helped the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IEE&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SWE&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ACM&lt;/span&gt; student professional groups.  I have provided seminars on how to prepare for a job interview, how to write a resume, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;participated&lt;/span&gt; in several mock interviews, worked with career services, supported Dept of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ECE&lt;/span&gt; in their ABET &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Certification&lt;/span&gt;,  was the chair person for 2 for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;IAC&lt;/span&gt;, taught classes for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ECE&lt;/span&gt; Dept, and many other things.  I did this things to help students and was a total surprise when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; this service awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-7197053692126046006?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/7197053692126046006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=7197053692126046006' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7197053692126046006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7197053692126046006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-special.html' title='Something Special'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-3377850298133915637</id><published>2009-02-02T10:25:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:42:17.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>A Game for the Ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; latest blog, cookies, pictures, Idiot(s) etc. I thought maybe a comment of the 'Game for the Ages' might warrant some blog time.  I thoroughly enjoyed the game yesterday except the wrong team won but still the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and Cardinals played an exciting game.  The play up the middle was a classic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; put AZ ahead with  2+ minutes left on the clock.  I thought the game was over but another angel sitting next to me (he is pretty smart) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; "I don't think so."  Boy was he right.  Ben is a tough man to bring down; he must have scrambled out of trouble at least 10 times during the game.  AZ just could not get him on the ground; even on the game winning play he was scrambling and then he threw a perfect pass that was caught in the corner of the end-zone, just out of reach of the defenders.  These kind of plays late in the game is what makes legends.  Kurt did a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; job rallying his team and then Ben did what he needed to do to win.  Two great quarterbacks leading their teams and neither one needs to hang their head.  I love both performances.   I loved the game.  It was great and for the most part was competed cleanly and fairly.   Next time AZ, when they get back to the Super Bowl, they will win. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You heard it here first&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/7178986187099647486-3377850298133915637?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/3377850298133915637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=3377850298133915637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3377850298133915637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3377850298133915637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2009/02/game-for-ages.html' title='A Game for the Ages'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-1456819436722094285</id><published>2009-01-26T08:28:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:24:44.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it seems like I have been gone awhile.  The truth is I was trying to change my blog background and lost most of my Biker information.  I blogged last week but for some reason beyond my wisdom it was never recorded.  Oh well, I will try and recreate that blog but my senior moments often get in the way.  I wanted to talk about some new beginnings or maybe some 'start overs', or 'redos', or maybe 'wished I hads'.  Any way here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) I have started over again by going to Calories King to count calories and to begin to lose some more weight.  Everyone seems to be doing it and being successful so why not me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) It is a new quarter in the year and I have started for the 14th time in a row to read the Book of Mormon completely through within the quarter.  This has help me immensely and has given me new insight into the Gospel; the Plan of Happiness.  I am excited to read the book again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) I can't wait to start riding my bike again.  Only a couple of months and I will be on the Red Racer flying down the hills and successful conquering the hills on the way back.  The exercise is needed and I feel a difference when I am not riding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4) We have a new beginning in the family. For the first time in 2 or 3 months we are &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; healthy.  I have battled a cough, congestion, sore throat for at least 6 weeks.  It is good that we are all stronger and have quit for the time being of sharing the colds with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5) I hope that our new president will help our country.  I did not vote for him but will support him and pray for him because America needs changes and Pres. Obama is our new leader and responsible to make this happen.  In these trying times it is important that we rally behind our leaders.  I think the greatest thing about America is that we can have a heated debate during the election process, have a peaceful election then a very peaceful transition from one leader to another.  Our constitution has provided us with all this freedom and I for one thoroughly appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6) Bryan has gotten the family to watch the mini series on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Adams&lt;/span&gt;.  I am greatly impress with this founding father as I am with the others.  But what I did not know was how influential John Adams was in helping to forge this great country.  He was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;man of integrity&lt;/span&gt; and of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;great personal values&lt;/span&gt; as was his wife and best friend, Abigail.  All these men (women)  had a great belief in God and gave much credit to Diety for the success of America during these troubling times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7) Lucky number 7, This is the beginning of a lucky year and I know that our family will be bless.  All we have to do is be patient in our afflictions, offer Hope to each other,  work together while loving each other, and most of all remember the Lord each day and the future will be ours filled with much happiness and comfort.  2009 is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-1456819436722094285?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/1456819436722094285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=1456819436722094285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1456819436722094285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1456819436722094285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-6905760373107748154</id><published>2008-12-27T09:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:13:28.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family History'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  We enjoyed Christmas this year and it was special for us all but it was different.  We as a family have fought all sorts of illness.  Hallie had Viral Croup which was very contagious.  Several of us had Strep, many of us had sore throats, runny noses, fevers etc.  We worried about the Nick and Noah getting any of these.  So far we have all made it through but we are not over everything.  Bryan has had a particular hard time this season and seems to go from one illness to another, headaches, etc.  I don't know why this has happen but we are thankful for the Gospel and for our Lord Jesus Christ.  He has strengthen our faith and our testimony through the little things we did for each other.  We were disappointed when we had to cancel our annual Christmas Eve Party even though it was the right thing to do.   We missed not being with family and friends and sharing the Christmas Cheer and message but wanted each of them to know that although they were not with us physically we felt their love in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Christmas was special in many ways, the kids opening presents, Luke trying to take it all in and not having enough time to enjoy each present, Sydney getting her Barbie's Doll House, Hallie getting a scooter, Kendra getting her own DS,  the spinach dip made by Natalie,  the baking that CIndy and Natalie did, the beauty of the Christmas tree, the 8 - 12 inches of snow on Christmas day, talking with our Texas Family and listening to their excitement of what Santa brought and many many other blessings to numerous to list here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Although there were many great things that happen that I could write about my top two are as follows:  (1) I received from my lovely wife a special photograph of herself that brought me to tears along with it a letter expressing her love for me and her testimony of the Gospel. I will cherish this forever and this picture will hang in my office for the world to see. (2) Cindy and I have worked since before Thanksgiving putting together what we call our Stevens Heritage Cookbook.  It was a labor of love and has all our family favorite recipes that we have loved over the years; many from our Grandparents, many from our friends and some that we found in one place or another.  It was a work we loved doing and hope a blessing for our posterity which we hope will be cherished forever and that it will be used by our children's families and pass down through our grand children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yes it was the best of times and it was the worst of times.  We hope that everyone had a great Christmas and that they were blessed and that you will have a happy healthy and prosperous New Year.  With all our Love to all our family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-6905760373107748154?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/6905760373107748154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=6905760373107748154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/6905760373107748154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/6905760373107748154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-4364216137148320049</id><published>2008-12-19T11:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:03:33.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Memories'/><title type='text'>Christmas is the best time of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; come to our little snowy Happy Valley.  The lights are sparkling, Frosty is swaying in the wind and the Tree has been up before Thanksgiving.  I love looking at the Christmas tree and the lights &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I only see the Blue, Yellow and White but they look the same as the yellow ones unless I am very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Christmas so special.  It started as a little boy back in our little square quaint 2 story 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BR&lt;/span&gt; home.  My brothers and I would go to bed Christmas eve and in the morning the tree would be up, the presents under the tree left by Santa.   Santa always brought the Christmas tree.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes Santa did visit every house on Christmas Eve, how else could the tree and presents appear.  We believed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know how Mom and Dad did it, it takes us a month to get almost ready!  As I grew up we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; putting the tree up after Thanksgiving which was much more fullfilling.  We would always go to the Candlelight Service at our Methodist Church on the Sunday before Christmas.  It was very special, nicely decorated and I loved to hear my Grandmother sing the Carols.  She had a very sweet, clear voice and sounded like an angel when she sang as did her sister.  Did you know they were a sister act in Vaudeville and were to first to sing "Down by the Old Mill Stream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth of the church would always put on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; Story, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wise men&lt;/span&gt;, Shepherds, a Manger with Joseph, Mary and Baby Jesus.  For some reason, beyond me, I was always asked to be the Narrator while everyone else re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enacted&lt;/span&gt; the birth of our Savior.  This was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt; to me, as I do love reading the Christmas Story.  I also loved being a part of the Manger Scene at Church.   As a Youth Group we built a complete Manger Scene with all the animals, etc.   We built it out of plywood, painted it and stored it in the church attic until the Saturday after Thanksgiving then we would spend the morning and put it up for the town to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt; year, I was asked to join the Choir, why I don't know, on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being best, I was a true '1' at my prime!  I sat next to Warren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Faulkrod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who had a great powerful baritone tenor voice.  It didn't matter how I sang, my singing was lost in hi&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;s beautiful&lt;/span&gt; resonating voice.  Well a funny thing happen my senior year at this service while singing in the  choir.  We had a Midnight Candle-light Service and we were singing 'Go Tell It On the Mountain'  and I passed out, wiped out all the chairs around me, stopped the program.  They took me to the back and revived me.  I did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; why I had fainted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; had before and have never fainted since.  In talking to my Mom and Dad afterwards, we determine that I had not eaten a thing all day, not since supper the night before.  I had run from one event to another all day long; I guess that would not happen today with my food storage around waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing I like about Christmas is the great peace I feel from the songs, the decorations, and mostly from the people.  I think this is the one time a year that everyone is sincerely and genuinely concern for others.  They are kinder in the stores, they seemed to have happier faces, easily prompting sweet tender smiles when they see you.  The carol 'Joy to the World' is an echo of my feelings at this time of year and it validates what I see in our people.  There are many angels among us and they come out by the hundreds every Christmas.  This time of year has to be the happiest for our Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think Christmas is best when families can share it together.  May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas be full of Joy, Health, Happiness and Charity.   I invoke the Lord's blessing on all that read this blog and know that I have already ask the Lord for a blessing on you.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a good Night!  The every present Optimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-4364216137148320049?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/4364216137148320049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=4364216137148320049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4364216137148320049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4364216137148320049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-best-time-of-year.html' title='Christmas is the best time of the Year'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-6645731521243716621</id><published>2008-11-21T15:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:06:39.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag and out</title><content type='html'>Yes Thanksgiving is a wonderful time of the year.  I am looking forward to Parades, Turkey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cranberry&lt;/span&gt; sauce (If Natalie buys it and if Bryan has a coupon), Apple Pie and just a lazy day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vegetating&lt;/span&gt;.  Since Natalie has Tag us all here are my 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Just like you all, I am truly thankful for my Savior.  I could not be the person I am with out his help.  He is truly a 'Big Brother'.  I love him with all my mind, heart and soul and look forward to the day that I can give him a big hug and say thanks for being there.  I know that he has carried me many times leaving only one set of footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I know this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;redundant&lt;/span&gt; and many have heard this many times before but I am truly thankful for my wife of 40+ years.  She is my better half and also my main support after the Lord.  She makes me very happy.  I am a very lucky man to have found such an angel in this life and then to have been sealed to her for all eternity.  I love her smiles, holding her hand whiling walking together, and sharing a movie or TV show.  I love her creativity and marvel at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;all the&lt;/span&gt; great things she can do.  I am so thankful she said 'I do' so many ions ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Where would any of us be with out our family.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for my daughters and all the love they have shown me over the years.  They are diamonds  in the bracelet of my life.  No joy can compensate for the love and friendship of a daughter and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; they have replaced me as the number one man in their life I am still blessed as they build they own families.  I am truly thankful for my son-in-laws and the love they have for my daughters.  They take very good care of my girls and my grand children and I loved them like the sons I never had.  Of course last but not least are my grandchildren. They are terrific.  I wish I had their energy.  Their love is so unconditional and they bring me much joy such that I can't really express in words.  I am thankful for my family, truly truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am thankful that I have my health and that I can ride my bike to work when the weather is good and the temperature is about 35.  The wind in my hair and my heart pumping away climbing the next hill is as close to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Utopian&lt;/span&gt; moment one can get to by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am thankful for Prayer.  It is a great blessing in my life.  Yes, Heavenly Father does answer our prayers.  Having a prayer in my heart enhances my eternal optimism.  Through prayer I can be successful in anything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I am thankful for technology and all the opportunities it brings to my life, our lives.  For example, where would our families be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt;, Madden Football, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TiVo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; TV.  Cellphones has changed all of our lives to the utmost.  The Internet is a great blessing and yet a curse but as a family we can blog together and share our life's experiences.  I am thankful that with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt; I can re-live great Sporting Moments, watch my favorite re-runs and see many movies for the fourth and fifth times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) The Beach Boys.  I know this may date me but some of the best music ever written (my unconditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt;) is the surfing music of the 60's.  The beach boys are tops in this category and I love to listen to their music, work to their music and lounge to their music.  It always, yes I mean always soothes my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  I am thankful for Ham and Scallop potatoes. These are two of my top five foods.  Talk about something being savory and mouth watering, if I know that is what is for supper, dinner etc. I am thinking about it all afternoon.  When you bite into a center piece of the loin it is like skiing down the icy face of a glacier,  making a three point shot to win the game with 1 second left on the clock or having 11 strikes in a row and with only one more for perfection.  It is always a Kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  I am thankful for the Springtime. It is my favorite time of the year.  Trees budding, flowers blooming, grass 'greening' all remind me of our new beginning that lies before us for Eternity.  There is nothing more inspiring than see all this newness and knowing that the Lord did this for our happiness and to motivate us into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  As there are so many things, yes so many things, that I am truly thankful form, I want to conclude with number ten (10) being is living in this wonderful country we call America.  I know it to be a land of promise and destiny.  I love this country with all my heart and although we are having a struggle as a nation, I am so thankful that we can have our own opinions be able to express them openly and without fear or reprisal.  That we can have an election to determine our next leader and then have a passing of the torch without violence.  This is a great country.  Americans in my humble opinion are the most compassion people in the world.  America is the keystone and people from all around the world look to us first for help and support.  This was the Lord's plan from the beginning and I thank him for it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Natalie for tagging us and encouraging us to count our tick-marks and say:&lt;br /&gt;"I am thakful for....."  To everyone, Have a very Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-6645731521243716621?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/6645731521243716621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=6645731521243716621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/6645731521243716621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/6645731521243716621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-and-out.html' title='Tag and out'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-7191207513198141144</id><published>2008-11-18T07:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:59:23.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Help'/><title type='text'>Question for Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Is it possible to offer a prayer of thanksgiving without asking for something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;President Eyring challenged us to periodically have a prayer where we just express gratitude for all that we have.  I have tried this several times and I find it very hard.  My intentions are good with my initial effort right on goal but before long I find myself asking for things.  For example, I will be thanking the Lord for my family and then I find myself asking Him to bless them.  It takes a lot of focus to meet this challenge and I hate to say this I have not been successful yet.  However, my gratitude has expanded for all the Lord has done for me.   I am truly thankful for all his help and inspiration and I find myself more dependent on Him each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question remains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Is it possible or have you offered a prayer of thanksgiving without asking for something?"&lt;/span&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/7178986187099647486-7191207513198141144?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/7191207513198141144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=7191207513198141144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7191207513198141144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7191207513198141144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-for-thanksgiving.html' title='Question for Thanksgiving'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-1571678694904671020</id><published>2008-11-06T09:05:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:27:01.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opportunities'/><title type='text'>Sweater Sweater - maybe a quirk!</title><content type='html'>One of the things I like about the Fall is that I get to wear my sweaters.  I really love wearing sweaters they are casual, comfortable and at times they have the air of elegance and professionalism.  I suppose to some sweaters look like another layer of clothing but to me they have a very distinguishing look.  I feel more powerful, have more confidence and just thrive on the enjoyment of wearing sweaters.  My favorite is the V-neck but all styles are OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often wondered where the name for a sweater came from;  maybe it is had a practical beginning i.e., like sweat-suits we wear for the gym.  Here is an excerpt I found on the Internet.  Notice the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'bounder'&lt;/span&gt;  I don't think that would describe my feelings about wearing sweaters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;History:&lt;/span&gt; It's an American term, deriving from a knitted shirt or a heavy woolen jersey (so called because sailors on the Isle of Jersey wore them). It was adopted in the 1890s by American sportsmen who wore them to make them sweat. (Don't ask me why.) First it had a stand-up edge around the neck, then for golf a polo collar was added to it in 1894. Cyclists continued to wear it with the stand-up edge for a while. But a 1900 source says that "no man can wear it as it now stands without looking like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bounder&lt;/span&gt;" (in Cunnington et al.'s &lt;i&gt;A Dictionary of English Costume&lt;/i&gt;). In 1920 the English started to call the sweater jumper, and in 1930 pullover, which then found its way into German. It wasn't just the name that changed. While sweaters were a man's garment, mostly worn for sports, the jumper was an everyday item for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-1571678694904671020?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/1571678694904671020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=1571678694904671020' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1571678694904671020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1571678694904671020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweater-sweater-maybe-quirk.html' title='Sweater Sweater - maybe a quirk!'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-5877089861757789790</id><published>2008-11-03T16:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:58:12.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Which Number</title><content type='html'>If you pick a number between 1 and 1000 did you know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hallie &lt;/span&gt;can guess your number in 12 moves or less.  Next time you see her, test her.  She is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The question is can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-5877089861757789790?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/5877089861757789790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=5877089861757789790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/5877089861757789790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/5877089861757789790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/11/which-number.html' title='Which Number'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-7222413926493270204</id><published>2008-10-31T13:29:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:03:46.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><title type='text'>Its that Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Everyone, Please make plans to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;vote early&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;go to the polls&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We need to put the best person available in as President.  whoever you like Obama or McCain they need your vote.  I am not totally happy about either of the front runners but we need a president.  If it would help I would vote for Bryan E. Harper.  He's our man.  But since the homeland does not know him as we do I will have to settle for the one of the two front runners.  Yes in my book I like Obama less therefore I will vote for McCain.  When I listen to Obama I get really sick and only see him as if was President Logan from the TV show '24'.  There is no substance to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please Vote&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;for your best&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt;, it is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMERICAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-7222413926493270204?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/7222413926493270204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=7222413926493270204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7222413926493270204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7222413926493270204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-that-time.html' title='Its that Time'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-4579319164743393916</id><published>2008-10-28T10:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:32:12.873-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Can it be True??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;The reasons behind still other laws have been lost to history, and chances are you can get away with violating them. In Denver, for example, it’s illegal to drive a black car on Sunday. And in the foggy past, Minneapolis outlawed red cars on Lake Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are 12 more unusual laws related to cars and driving. But we must warn you: Reading these means you’ll have to answer truthfully when the officer asks “Do you know why I pulled you over?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Honk if you pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rural New Jersey might sound like a never-ending New Year’s Eve party if everybody obeyed the law. State law requires drivers to honk the horn when passing another vehicle going in the same direction outside a business or residential district.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, watch it in Little Rock, Ark., where the law says “no person shall sound the horn on a vehicle at any place where cold drinks or sandwiches are served after 9 p.m.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honking at sandwich shops is OK in University City, Mo. – so long as you honk in your own car. It’s illegal to honk the horn of someone else’s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kindly keep your cattle in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, city slicker – you’ll have to keep that cow in your vehicle in Topeka, Kan. The city has made it “unlawful for any person to suffer or permit any livestock owned or controlled by such person to run at large, or to drive any herd of cattle, horses, mules or hogs, or any flock of sheep, upon any street in the city.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You’ll need permission to throw that brick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Mount Vernon, Iowa, you’re not allowed to shoot arrows or throw bricks onto any street or highway without the City Council’s written consent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Clean up your act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In San Francisco, it’s illegal to wipe a vehicle with used underwear and to pile horse manure more than six feet high on any street corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Unhand that nozzle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Oregon and New Jersey, you cannot pump your own gas. Supposedly this practice keeps gasoline prices lower in those states, because insurance costs for gas stations go down if attendants instead of customers pump the gas – but, on the other hand, that attendant must be paid, whereas you pump for free. So the jury’s out on the reasons for this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Animal and vegetable antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palm Springs, Calif., forbids anyone from walking a camel down the main street, Palm Canyon Drive, between 4 and 6 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunting from moving vehicles is illegal in several states, including Connecticut and Tennessee, where only whale hunting by that method is allowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thou shalt not sow a vegetable garden in any public street in Chico, Calif. The law, however, does not forbid flower gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;No pillows on the roadbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how sleepy you get, you are not allowed to snooze in the middle of any street in Eureka, Calif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reno, Nev., won’t let you park yourself on a bench or chair in the middle of its roads, either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as we’re on a roll, here are a few more tips to the lawful:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yield to peacocks in Arcadia, Calif.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t jump into a passing vehicle in Glendale, Calif.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t change clothes in your car at the beach in Destin, Fla.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t keep a car door open longer than is necessary in Oregon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t drive through playgrounds in Dublin, Ga.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;How serious are they? Serious. Screeching your tires in Derby, Kan., could get you 30 days in Bad Boys’ Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you think switching back to a one-horsepower hay-burner might get you away from the long arm of the law, consider this: In Texarkana, Texas, it’s illegal to ride a horse at night without taillights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-4579319164743393916?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/4579319164743393916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=4579319164743393916' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4579319164743393916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4579319164743393916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/10/driving-laws-to-care-about.html' title='Can it be True??????'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-30623852383593277</id><published>2008-10-17T14:04:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:33:15.411-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Tag and Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been Tagged by Tara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-List 6 Quirks about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Tag 6 other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Tell who tagged you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------My Quirks-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) I hate to have my hair messed up. It curdles the hair on the back of my neck when someone messes it up. There is no reason why this should be, I guess it is my vanity, I always want to look you nice, neat and in control. Messy hair means you are out of control. For the same reason I will forgo a hat if I will be visiting people later. If the occasion warrants it I don't mind wearing a hat and having the hair out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This one has no rhyme or reason for its validity, but I think people use to much toilet paper when doing their business. My family harasses me about this. I think 3 or 4 sheets per wipe is sufficient yet some people wad up the toilet paper the size of a softball to get the job done. I think it has to do with the fact that I have unclogged many toilets in my family from to much paper in the bowl. Just imagine putting your hand into that cool water and pulling out 3 softballs of paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate snakes with a passion. I used to be so scared of snakes that I could hear them crawl in the grass. I, once, stop a Little League All Star game when I was about 12 years old. I was playing third base when I hear a snake crawling in the grass. I signaled the Umpire for time out. He asked why, I told him. Then I went looking for the snake behind my position at third base. The snake, a four foot garter snake, was slithering about 7 feet behind me. Once I knew where the snake was, I told the umpire, " Let's play ball'. When I know where the snake lies I am no longer afraid. Today, I am still scared of snakes but not quite as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I like peanuts, all kinds, and Ice cream, usually Vanilla but I hate to mix them together in a sundae. It must be something on the left side of my brain or maybe a thorn in my foot. Who knows, I don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am very afraid of Bees and yet my family expects me to take care of them because I am the Husband, the Dad or the family 'go-to person when they can't do it themselves'. I will do it for the family but I have almost a heart attacked when asked to do it. This fear probably stems from when I was a little boy and ran over a honey bee nest in the ground with our lawnmower. Before I could get into the house, I was stung over 200 times on my legs, arms, back and face. It was a terrible 6 days in recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) And last but not least, I love to watch movies that I have seen before. I have to watch any movie several times to really appreciate the story, the acting, the humor and any subtleties in the movie. Some movies I could watch over and over and over. To name a few, " Sleepless in Seattle", " National Treasure", "Hunt for Red October", "You've Got Mail", " American President" and many many others. I even like watching TV shows from yesteryear, A-Team, M.A.S.H., Bonanza, M.A.S.H.,Knight Rider, M.A.S.H., Old John Wayne movies, 1997 AZ Win, Don Larson World Series Perfect Game, etc ........................... Lets have a movie night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are a few of my quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, Bryan, Misty, Adam, Lonna and Bree you are now tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-30623852383593277?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/30623852383593277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=30623852383593277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/30623852383593277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/30623852383593277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-and-out.html' title='Tag and Out'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-5821522771626813140</id><published>2008-10-16T12:40:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:52:22.823-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tests of Time'/><title type='text'>The Secret - For a Happy Life</title><content type='html'>I know these times are trying and some days just plain scary.  I took comfort in the statement by President Benson quoted below.  It gave me peace in my heart and I hope you receive the same comfort and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;According to Ezra Taft Benson - The Teachings of Ezra Taft Benson, 106-107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;There is a real sifting going on in the Church, and it is going to become more pronounced with the passing of time.  It will sift the wheat from the tares, because we face some difficult days, the likes of which we have never experience in our lives. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;those days are going to require faith and testimony and family unity, the like of which we have never had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We must prepare for the great day of the Lord.  This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;must consist of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;than just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;casual membership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;in the Church.  We must be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;guided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;personal revelation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;counsel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;living prophet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so that we will not be deceived.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we need to work hard to have the Spirit with us and we will be comforted during these trying times and we will not be deceived.  We heard this counsel in our just completed General Conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-5821522771626813140?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/5821522771626813140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=5821522771626813140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/5821522771626813140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/5821522771626813140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-for-happy-life.html' title='The Secret - For a Happy Life'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-6080608369832655906</id><published>2008-10-13T07:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:30:52.814-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Numerical Analysis</title><content type='html'>Did you know that if you took 8 eights and using only addition you could show an answer of 1000? &lt;br /&gt;..............8&lt;br /&gt;..............8&lt;br /&gt;..............8&lt;br /&gt;............88&lt;br /&gt;........+888&lt;br /&gt;.....---------&lt;br /&gt;........1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now having seen that can you take 8 nines and using only the 4 common operands (+,-,*,/) come up with the result of 1000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-6080608369832655906?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/6080608369832655906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=6080608369832655906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/6080608369832655906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/6080608369832655906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/10/numerical-analysis.html' title='Numerical Analysis'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-722177129762813394</id><published>2008-09-22T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:15:17.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Help is there</title><content type='html'>Reread the riddle!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-722177129762813394?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/722177129762813394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=722177129762813394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/722177129762813394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/722177129762813394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/09/help-is-there.html' title='Help is there'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-1925539443476692287</id><published>2008-09-18T15:05:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:09:42.133-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>The September Riddle</title><content type='html'>I am sorry but to many factors beyond my control in the economy, the reward for being the first to solve this riddle will have the esteem privilege and honor &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of being Number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with all the accolades of family and friends but with no $1 in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;.     .     .    .     .     .     .     .&lt;br /&gt;With that qualifier here is the riddle, or the mind bender, thought crasher and maybe even 'I can't believe I did not get  it' riddle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.     .     .    .     .     .     .     .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;This is a biker riddle!&lt;/span&gt;    While riding down the rode on your 21 speed cross-country bike enjoying the beauty of a fall day, the beautiful countryside as it sparkles from the rays of sunshine, the blowing of the trees and the toggling of the rainbow of leaves from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;gentle breezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; your eyes in a brief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;ent see flashes of two things.   You pause in your peddling for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;inute and see another one.  In the next several seconds you never see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;re-occurrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; of this thing.     After thoroughly enjoying the view you continue with your fall day ride while pondering the question;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"What is it about nature that allows us to see and appreciate and then again not see?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.     .     .    .     .     .     .     .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Good Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-1925539443476692287?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/1925539443476692287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=1925539443476692287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1925539443476692287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1925539443476692287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-riddle.html' title='The September Riddle'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-7874535789802414303</id><published>2008-09-02T08:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:23:10.713-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family History'/><title type='text'>A Stitch in Time or a dumb thing!!!</title><content type='html'>A stitch in time saves nine.....!  Actually it saved four.  Sunday PM I was using s very sharp knife when it slip and cut two figures on my left hand.  Ouch!  I took 5 stitches on my index finger and thus saving four instead of nine.  A bread knife can be very sharp.  I was un-nerved that I couldn't look at the damages for about 3 minutes.  Bryan was able to take me to the hospital so I could get fixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my family, how it happen they have been teasing me the rest of the weekend.  I was using a very sharp bread knife to........&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cut ice cream&lt;/span&gt;...  My daughter said,"If you were that much in a hurry for ice cream you should have used the microwave... Go Figure!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-7874535789802414303?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/7874535789802414303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=7874535789802414303' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7874535789802414303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7874535789802414303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/09/stitch-in-time-or-dumb-thing.html' title='A Stitch in Time or a dumb thing!!!'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-304533827565405470</id><published>2008-08-28T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:33:10.137-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Complaint'/><title type='text'>People in Big Trucks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was driving my truck, my little Ford Range which is so much fun to drive and this guy in his Ford 350 pulls up on my left side when I was stop at the intersection and blocks my view on oncoming traffic.  I don't think he cared that I was there and trying to cross the intersection.  I inched up so I can see because he wants to turn left and I couldn't  see.   So he inches up to block my view again!  Why do people have to be so intolerate of us little people.   This has happen many times.  I guess they think we are blocking their view of traffic as they look down and count the scratches on my roof and they can't turn left.  I say no more left turning lanes lets implement the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Texas Left'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Michigan Left'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'New Jersey Left'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is actually a right then a left.  That way us special people in small  vehicles can move straight ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-304533827565405470?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/304533827565405470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=304533827565405470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/304533827565405470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/304533827565405470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-in-big-trucks.html' title='People in Big Trucks'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-2457591314875329818</id><published>2008-08-26T14:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:27:31.275-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Events'/><title type='text'>Today is roman numeral XL1</title><content type='html'>Today is a great blissful, happy, 'part of eternity' day.  Cindy and I have been married for 41 years.  We have had our ups and a few downs over the years.  My memories of our wedding day are not as clear as they once was but the one thing that is clear, eternally clear, is that my Love for my spouse has grown deeper each year.  " Love is a many splendor thing", an active process by which two hearts grow as one.   We have cleaved unto each other and have inter-twined our lives to the point that we can no longer separate our life lines.  We feed off each other and nourish each other as the sun rises each morning.  I am the person I am because of the support and love of my tender-hearted, intelligent, caring wife.  It is this Love that will one day provide us with an Eternal Home with our Father and Heaven.  Learning to think as one is part of the eternal perspective we need to learn here during our mortal probation.  I am a very blessed man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I think all of this is sum up in the attached picture where some of the fruits of our&lt;br /&gt;lives have fell not far from the roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SLRzX8ZHsMI/AAAAAAAAASA/3MGfDvIjoyc/s1600-h/TX_Summer_2008+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SLRzX8ZHsMI/AAAAAAAAASA/3MGfDvIjoyc/s400/TX_Summer_2008+249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238939121724403906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/kstevens/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-13.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A   U   G   U   S   T    2  6,  2 0 0 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*****************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-2457591314875329818?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/2457591314875329818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=2457591314875329818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/2457591314875329818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/2457591314875329818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-roman-numeral-xl1.html' title='Today is roman numeral XL1'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SLRzX8ZHsMI/AAAAAAAAASA/3MGfDvIjoyc/s72-c/TX_Summer_2008+249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-1881346654516963678</id><published>2008-08-14T23:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:44:25.116-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Vacation Pictures</title><content type='html'>Cindy and I had a great time in Texas playing with the grandkids.  The slide show below shows a few of the 270 pictures we took.  We petted stingrays at the zoo which was a little scary but&lt;br /&gt;invigorating.  The building is the new Dallas Cowboy stadium that will open in 2009. It will cost $1.2B to build.  It will hold 80,000 people.  You will see pictures from Chuck E Cheese, Melissa and Josh's home, the swimming pool, the minor league ball park with Air Bacon the Grand Prairie Hogs mascot.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Update - 8/18/2008&lt;/span&gt;:  The slide show is located to the left of this post on the main screen.  You can click on the site and it will enlarge the pictures and you will see the captions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-1881346654516963678?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/1881346654516963678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=1881346654516963678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1881346654516963678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1881346654516963678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-pictures.html' title='Vacation Pictures'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-3110842819684648976</id><published>2008-08-13T08:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:25:27.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insults with Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When Insults Had Class&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; - I thought these were clever and interesting.  I hope you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(These glorious quotes are from an era when cleverness with words was still valued, before a great portion of the English language got boiled down to 4-letter words.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The exchange between Churchill &amp;amp; Lady Astor: She said, "If you were my husband I'd give you poison," and he said, "If you were my wife, I'd drink it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A Member of Parliament to Disraeli: "Sir, you will either die on the gallows or of some unspeakable disease." "That depends, Sir," said Disraeli, "whether I embrace your policies or your mistress."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He had delusions of adequacy." - Walter Kerr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire." - Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"A modest little person, with much to be modest about." - Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure." Clarence Darrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary." - William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?" - Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time reading it." - Moses Hadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know." - Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it." - Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends." - Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend.... if you have one." - George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill "Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if there is one." - Winston Churchill, in response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"I feel so miserable without you; it's almost like having you here." - Stephen Bishop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He is a self-made man and worships his creator." - John Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial." - Irvin S. Cobb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others." - Samuel Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up." - Paul Keating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"There's nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won't cure." Jack E. Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He has the attention span of a lightning bolt." - Robert Redford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge." - Thomas Brackett Reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily." - Charles, Count Talleyrand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He loves nature in spite of what it did to him." - Forrest Tucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?" - Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork." - Mae West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go." - Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts... for support rather than illumination." - Andrew Lang (1844-1912)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"He has Van Gogh's ear for music." - Billy Wilder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it." - Groucho Marx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-3110842819684648976?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/3110842819684648976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=3110842819684648976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3110842819684648976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3110842819684648976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/08/insults-with-class.html' title='Insults with Class'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-908780876873148080</id><published>2008-08-08T08:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:25:10.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Update</title><content type='html'>Vacation has been so busy and so much fun that I haven't read any blogs until this morning.  We have been swimming, gone to the park, to the zoo, done some shopping, played games, fixed bikes, went for a long bike ride and have thoroughly enjoyed being with the grandkids and with Melissa and Josh.  What a great diversion from work.  Cindy and I needed that.  The girls have enjoyed their American Gril dolls and visiting the American Girl store while the boys went to 2 baseball games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Texas Rangers versus the Yankees and my Yankees came in second while Texas was next to last.  The second game was a minor league team called the AirHogs names after the Grand Prairie squadron in world war II.  Both games were very enjoyable.l  My brother Gary who I have not seen in about 3 -4 years was able to go to the second game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see him and get caught up on his family.  He retired last April and is taking care of Abigail, Dawn's daughter.   He is aging well but not as well as me!!!!  It was a fun two nights.&lt;br /&gt;I have taken a lot of pictures and will upload them when I get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the blog today because there is something special about today.  It won't happen again for 1000 years but a similar thing will happen next year.   This is a trivia question not a brain teaser and I don't know if you can find it on the internet but it should be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-908780876873148080?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/908780876873148080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=908780876873148080' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/908780876873148080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/908780876873148080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-update.html' title='Vacation Update'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-5840975533876134619</id><published>2008-07-29T08:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:59:14.690-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Hint for Brain Teaser 2</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many looked at the Brain Teaser and decided it was to hard or maybe it would take to much time.  Sorry for that, I had intended this to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; not a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;torture test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin to make things somewhat easier the sentence in the block is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Consider this three three five four four three five five four three six six eight eight what is the next numeric in series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;This represents a "linear series mapping" although to many this is meanliess then this hint is for everyone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;                                     .....99 maps to ten....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Guys, Gals, you can do this.  All winners today will have the opportunity tomorrow for an 'easy winner take all' teaser.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7178986187099647486-5840975533876134619?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/5840975533876134619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=5840975533876134619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/5840975533876134619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/5840975533876134619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/07/hint-for-brain-teaser-2.html' title='Hint for Brain Teaser 2'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-5231190162271145059</id><published>2008-07-25T11:53:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:19:16.965-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Brain Teaser #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Here is what everyone has been waiting for, Brain Teaser #2.  Have fun and enjoy.  Instructions are at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;i&gt;HINT:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Beginning of sentence starts                      with 'C' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIoXY_3sAdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/u_im735AqKo/s1600-h/Numeric_puzzle_Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIoXY_3sAdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/u_im735AqKo/s400/Numeric_puzzle_Box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227016035746185682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is a sentence hidden in sequence in the Box above.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Start&lt;/span&gt; with a letter and using vertical or horizontal moves unravel the sentence which will ask you a question.    No diagonal moves are permitted.  Find the answer to the question and explain your answer.   Remember all correct answers will compete on Tuesday for that ever allusive &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"DOLLAR"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First right answer on Tuesday wins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-5231190162271145059?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/5231190162271145059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=5231190162271145059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/5231190162271145059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/5231190162271145059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/07/brain-teaser-2.html' title='Brain Teaser #2'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIoXY_3sAdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/u_im735AqKo/s72-c/Numeric_puzzle_Box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-1250466866842144198</id><published>2008-07-22T13:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:15:44.164-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Brain Teaser</title><content type='html'>Here is something fun.  The first one with the correct answer wins a dollar.  Yep, you heard it here first.  You solve the teaser and win a dollar good for lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;merchandise&lt;/span&gt; at many 'dollar' stores across the whole USA.  Now I know many will say they new the answer but did not see the post right away.  To be fair, I will use the order your response appears in the comments section.  First come, first served, therefore, first winner with right answer!!!!  Once A week or less often, the Cheery-biker will provide you an opportunity to bank a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dollar&lt;/span&gt; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.  There was a farmer working in his cornfield one day when a Scientist stop at his fence to ask him a question.  He asked, "Does the air temperature have any effect on the sweetness of the kernels when the corn is picked and cooked?"  The farmer answered, I don't know!  Then the farmer, turned to the Scientist and asked, "Is it possible that some temperature  somewhere in the world when measured using the Fahrenheit Scale would have the same value if measured using the Centigrade scale?  The Scientist said, I don't know but I will find out.  When the Scientist got back to the farmer, what was his answer, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and if it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, what temperature would that be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have posted the answer and the winner as a comment.  If you want to test your brain then don't read the comments until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-1250466866842144198?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/1250466866842144198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=1250466866842144198' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1250466866842144198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1250466866842144198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/07/brain-teaser.html' title='Brain Teaser'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-4351804406534290883</id><published>2008-07-18T12:19:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:37:45.684-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>FUN at BEAR LAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time we gathered together for a fun filled day at Bear lake. The SUN was bright but the air was cool and the water was a balmy 64 degrees. However, we were so glad not to be painting, cleaning, weeding that nothing could dampen our spirits. We were ready for a day at the beach; as portrayed by the wild pictures below!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Picture 1&lt;/span&gt; = A family that plays together gets sand between their toes!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Picture 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = Hallie's being Serious building her Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Picture 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= Hallie and Sydney's Sand Castle. A work of ART!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Picture 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= Let's take a stroll around the Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Picture 5&lt;/span&gt; = Mom, my hands are stuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So goes the adventures of Luke&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Picture 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = The perfect, organized picnic site.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Picture 7&lt;/span&gt; = A great way to spend your day at the beach!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Picture 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;= I need more sand, lots of sand. Where does the sand go????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Picture 9&lt;/span&gt; = A Kodak moment!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Picture 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = Abby and Amy looking for shells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDyjI8weQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z6ZAdty7G_8/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224442253261437186" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDyjI8weQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z6ZAdty7G_8/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDywiT2BQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/e72ciL4DIlY/s1600-h/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224442483407455490" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDywiT2BQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/e72ciL4DIlY/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDiopKEkwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bSgfNVuDMaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224424755620516610" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 219px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDiopKEkwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bSgfNVuDMaQ/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDiYx52skI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iHcT9c-iEGw/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224424483090510402" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 222px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDiYx52skI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iHcT9c-iEGw/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDgdR_iwvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xLZ1SoLPvD0/s1600-h/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224422361400525554" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDgdR_iwvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xLZ1SoLPvD0/s320/IMG_0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDhpODoUSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P36HNM66uLY/s1600-h/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224423666013983010" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDhpODoUSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P36HNM66uLY/s320/IMG_0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDgKafsymI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EKnt0Of_AQo/s1600-h/IMG_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224422037265369698" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDgKafsymI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EKnt0Of_AQo/s320/IMG_0906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDguN3ga0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/BpeJ2Lje0yU/s1600-h/IMG_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224422652350851906" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDguN3ga0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/BpeJ2Lje0yU/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDoYmkO3xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fzX7AhEmN6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224431077116796690" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDoYmkO3xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fzX7AhEmN6Y/s320/IMG_0938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDo0DzyKbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y6GCGG0fe2U/s1600-h/IMG_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224431548823120306" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDo0DzyKbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y6GCGG0fe2U/s320/IMG_0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, this was a welcome day from all of our home porjects.  We really really needed this relaxing, fun-filled day and Bear Lake was the place to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-4351804406534290883?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/4351804406534290883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=4351804406534290883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4351804406534290883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4351804406534290883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-at-bear-lake.html' title='FUN at BEAR LAKE'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SIDyjI8weQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z6ZAdty7G_8/s72-c/IMG_0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-2275263382657182693</id><published>2008-07-11T16:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:22:15.058-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Crash Stevens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SHfZ87gL_ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/v5E82GeHTew/s1600-h/Bike+CRash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 120px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SHfZ87gL_ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/v5E82GeHTew/s400/Bike+CRash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221881933747453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Although we did not take a picture, this is what happen to me last night while trying to get Pete (the Dog!) back into the garage before the family left for a bike ride to Lundstrom Park and  a yummy picnic supper.  My first crash since taking up bike riding last year.   How this happen is a mystery but we finally corralled Pete and got him into the garage.  I bent my glasses, bruised my cheek bone and my eye and develop a road rash on my kneecap like the two Luke has.  It turned out to be a great night but my young, ever young body was aching when bed time came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-2275263382657182693?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/2275263382657182693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=2275263382657182693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/2275263382657182693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/2275263382657182693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/07/crash-stevens.html' title='Crash Stevens'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SHfZ87gL_ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/v5E82GeHTew/s72-c/Bike+CRash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-4033618566378594432</id><published>2008-07-06T14:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:24:38.350-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Independence Day _ 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SHEtljT8PwI/AAAAAAAAADA/iyaK_E_TLnE/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July&lt;/span&gt; - 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was America's 232 birthday. I love our freedoms and our country. I know it is a choice land above any other land and that Heavenly Father prepared this Land for us today. I love the American Flag, it invokes feelings of joy and happiness. Its Stars and Stripes make it serene, elegant, and strong all at the same time. Since I was a little boy I have loved the looks of this flag even when I did not understand want it met to be patriotic. I love patriotic songs, marching songs and songs that invite brotherhood and peace. Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American" is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;one of&lt;/span&gt; my favorites. "God Bless America", "America the Beautiful" and "This Land is your Land" are also a few.  Our National Anthem, "Star Spangled Banner" stands supreme.  It is a great story about how Francis Scott Key came to write this special song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had a family hot dog roast. We did not eat until 8:30PM and we built a fire in our fire pit, ate hot dog and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;samore's&lt;/span&gt;. The kids went swimming in their 6 foot by 10" high pool. Luke is a water magnet. He is into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; in 2 seconds when he sees it. We are thankful for the holidays and the freedom to choose how we celebrate our freedoms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to say I am proud to be an American and I thanked the Lord for this blessing often. I hope everyone had a great 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July and that you remembered what our founding fathers went through to make us the nation we are today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220004337962280802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SHEuSeI9Z2I/AAAAAAAAADI/rNG9rm9rCX0/s400/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-4033618566378594432?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/4033618566378594432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=4033618566378594432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4033618566378594432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4033618566378594432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence-day-2008.html' title='Independence Day _ 2008'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SHEuSeI9Z2I/AAAAAAAAADI/rNG9rm9rCX0/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-4207114890647951697</id><published>2008-07-01T08:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:21:57.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Where on Earth is 'Wall E'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    You would think taking a very active two-year old to the movies would be a test of courage, stamina and patience.   The family, all 10 of us (Bryan and Natalie + 4, Heidi +1, Gramma and Grampa), went to see the new animation movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'Wall E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.   The movie is about this robot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'Wall E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; that was left on the planet earth to clean up after some problem that contaminated the Earth, whichI miss watching the movie.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'Wall E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is very ingenious and does his work faithful everyday until a spaceship brings an android &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'EVE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; that is taking picture of earth to see if it is safe to return.  When the spaceship returns for the android &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'Wall E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; gets on board and travel back to the Mother Ship.  Ultimately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'Wall E' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;falls in love with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'EVE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.   How do machines fall in Love,  maybe that is true artificial intelligence?   The movie was very entertaining, I recommend it but I won't give away anymore of the plot so lets get back to the main point of this blog, the everlasting active, very active two year old, Luke.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    When the movie started he was completely enthralled with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'Wall E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.   During the whole movie he kept calling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'Wall E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; by name and wanting to know why he was doing things.   He sat there for two hours, can you believe two hours on Grampa's lap!    I did not think a very active young man could be still that long.    I think the secret is to have a jumbo popcorn next to him and quickly refill it once.   He would watch the movie call for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'Wall E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and then eat a few rounds of popcorn.   I bet he ate a whole jumbo popcorn by himself.  It was great fun and I am looking forward to two great animation movies coming later this year.   One at Thanksgiving and One at Christmas, watch for the trailers and remember to take the kids, even the young kids but have plenty of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;popcorn&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/7178986187099647486-4207114890647951697?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/4207114890647951697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=4207114890647951697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4207114890647951697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4207114890647951697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-on-earth-is-wall-e.html' title='Where on Earth is &apos;Wall E&apos;'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-6831021536068877977</id><published>2008-06-27T16:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:00:40.681-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Small Miracles Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems like everything I post is serious and here is another one.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am sorry if these are getting old but I wanted to take a minute and talk about small miracles. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People have said at times,they have not had a miracle in their life.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think we consider miracles as something that comes with Angels, or bells and chimes &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ringing or something else that is spectacular like the Lord parting the Red Sea.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By definition:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;A miracle is an extraordinary event caused by the power of Go&lt;/u&gt;d. Miracles are an important element in the work of Jesus Christ. They include healings, restoring the dead to life, and resurrection. Miracles are a part of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Faith is necessary in order for miracles to be manifested" (Guide to the Scriptures, 165). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So this begs the question;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what are the extraordinary events that shows a miracle in our lives?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to suggest that miracles occur regularly by virtue of the following two stories: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Story #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last Saturday was to be a big day.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Natalie and Bryan had everything planned down to the second.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We would get up at 6:00Am and start our projects.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone had their own part.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I t would take us all day to complete all these projects so we could the following week put our home on the market.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well Saturday came and by 11 o'clock AM, we had barely started anything and were essentially hours behind with no hope of finishing.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Natalie was not her normal self, Cindy was feeling a lot of stress and the kids were being overly active.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The family was called together and I told them we needed a miracle and that we needed family prayer.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The prayer was offered, a miracle asked for and by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;end of the day&lt;/span&gt; (approximately 8:30PM) we sat down and realized we had accomplished everything we wanted with a little bit more.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Lord had truly provided a miracle because from the moment of our prayer it was like we had a new day with many more hours available to us.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was unbelievable, but how the Lord performed this miracle I don’t know but we were truly blessed and thankful for His help.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Natalie said her whole attitude changed after that prayer.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bryan’s back was as strong as ever and Amy painted and cut everything in with no problems, Cindy made curtains and provided our meals.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As a family we worked together and never got in the way of each other.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Please remember and take to heart; the Lord cares about the little things in our lives and will provide a way for us if we have faith and remember to have our hearts full of gratitude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Story #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Cindy and I decided that we wanted to go to Texas the first week of August and since it was the summer that we should consider taking Hallie and Syddey with us to be with their Cousins.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bryan and Natalie agreed and I went looking for tickets to see if we could afford such an adventure.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I found tickets for $213.00 plus applicable taxes which by a long shot was a great price.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was Monday evening and we decided that I should book the trip.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tuesday morning on my break I tried to book the&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;trip but every time I click on the ‘select flight’ Orbitz, Travelocity and Priceline would not honor this price.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In fact the price kept going up to $385.00 and more plus applicable taxes.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I decided that I would not book any flights at this time and that we would consider not being able to take Hallie and Sydney.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We discussed it that night and were all disappointed but felt that was the right thing to do.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That night we thank the Lord for our blessings and for the opportunity that Cindy and I would have to see Melissa, Josh and the grand-kids in Texas but were disappointed that we would not be taking Hallie and Sydney.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We did not ask for a miracle or a special blessing but rather let our hearts be full of gratitude for our many blessings.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next day I received an email from Travelocity saying they had tickets for $213.00 if I was still interested in going to Texas.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought who are you kidding but since there was a link in the email I click it to see what was going to happen, knowing full well that I had been down this road before.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To make a long story short and you probably know the ending by now but we got the tickets for that price and we were able to confirm our reservations and seats on each flight.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was truly a miracle. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again, I want to reiterate that the Lord cares about us and knows us personally and answers our prayers and even provides hidden blessings even when not requested.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone is very thankful for this miracle and we have truly thanked the Lord many times..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elder Matthew Cowley stated in the New Era, Jun 1975, the following: “&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(112, 48, 160);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now, except ye believe as a child, you can’t receive these blessings. We have to have the faith of a child in order to believe in these things, especially when you reach college age and your minds are so full of skepticism and doubt. I guess there are some things that you should doubt, but you can become as little children in these things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miracles are commonplace, brothers and sisters.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;We need to have miracles in our Life to realize that the Lord wants his people to be successful, full of faith and an instrument in His hand.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;Sister Sydney S. Reynolds, First Counselor in the General Presidency wrote in an article for the Liahona, “A God of Miracles”, Jul 2001, the following comment after discussing a few miracle in her life: &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I recommend this article) &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Just as important as these “mighty miracles” are the smaller “private miracles”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;that teach each of us to have faith in the Lord. These come as we recognize and heed the promptings of the Spirit in our lives.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(112, 48, 160);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I believe that all of us can bear witness to these small miracles. We know children who pray for help to find a lost item and find it. We know of young people who gather the courage to stand as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;witness of God and feel His sustaining hand. We know friends who pay their tithing with the last of their money and then, through a miracle, find themselves able to pay their tuition or their rent or somehow obtain food for their family.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;I love and appreciate the Lord’s hand in my life and in the life of my family and friends.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(112, 48, 160);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-6831021536068877977?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/6831021536068877977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=6831021536068877977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/6831021536068877977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/6831021536068877977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/06/small-miracles-forever.html' title='Small Miracles Forever'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-7400440779981385681</id><published>2008-06-27T10:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:36:43.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><title type='text'>Hot Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>Don needed a ride to Salt Lake City (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;) Airport so he could attend the funeral of his maternal grandfather ( our prayers are with him);  so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; decided to make a day of it and take three yes three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; with us.  We had Luke, Sydney and Kendra on a day of 100+ degrees in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;.  We had to do some shopping, maybe more than some.  It was Shop Hop week for all quilters.  This is an opportunity to visit hundreds and hundreds or quilt stores and see new ideas for your quilt projects.  There wasn't going to be time to attend this year until Don needed a ride.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; was ecstatic.  The kids had a great time but got really tired on the way home.  They got a 'etch-a-sketch' travel toy, fed the fish and the ducks at Pine Needles, bought candy saw Trucks, airplanes, trucks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt;, trucks and more trucks.  For Lunch we went and visited Mara and here kids.  Luke was a little unsure of being with the boys but quickly got into the swing of things.  Sydney and Kendra jump right into the boys toys and had a blast.  When we got ready to continue our shop hopping Mara gave the kids some trucks to keep and play with on the way home.  Luke got two!&lt;br /&gt;He loved the ride and spotted every big truck that we saw.  He is so into trucks.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; there is a truck, a bus, a plane and on and on.  Last night on the way home he kept asking if he could ride in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PaPa's&lt;/span&gt; big truck.  I said I am sure he could.  He will be so excited.  Luke developed a fever and was very uncomfortable on the way home, he wanted his Daddy and Mommy.   Mommy gave him some medicine when we got home and he went right to sleep. Go Figure!&lt;br /&gt;Sydney and Kendra were so tired that got silly and we had silly laughter all the way home.  A funny story:  When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; was in Threads and Times quilt shop, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; took the kids for a walk in the plaza, we came to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DOGroom&lt;/span&gt; a shop that grooms your pets.  We look in the windows and Sydney said, "...what is Max doing in there?"  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt; in and sure enough here was a black cat that looked like our Max. Same Eyes and same thick black coat.  Luke could not figure how Max got into the store.&lt;br /&gt;It was great time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; and we tired ourselves out also.  So the moral of the story is:  Even on one of the hottest days of summer, there is nothing like being with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-7400440779981385681?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/7400440779981385681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=7400440779981385681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7400440779981385681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7400440779981385681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-days-of-summer.html' title='Hot Days of Summer'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-7867546640941818135</id><published>2008-06-24T15:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:37:09.992-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GeoCache Treasure #1'/><title type='text'>GeoCaching Trio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SGFpAHVbFMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9Z-6VrTyePE/s1600-h/Trio_geocache%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SGFpAHVbFMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9Z-6VrTyePE/s400/Trio_geocache%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215565294161564866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tmobilepictures.com/kens_pics/_entry/8a38a92b1abc1741011abc70cede7baa/ps/ENTRY/EDITENTRY?foneblog=1214342452034"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_1" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:5in;height:270pt;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\kstevens\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.tmobilepictures.com/kens_pics/_entry/8a38a92b1abc1741011abc70cede7baa/ps/ENTRY/EDITENTRY?foneblog=1214342452034" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as we went GeoCaching for FHE, I took the Trio picture of the girls and their treasures they found.  If you read Nat's Blog you know we utilized our GPS to find these treasures.  It was a lot of fun and the kids totally loved their treasures.  Life can be so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-7867546640941818135?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/7867546640941818135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=7867546640941818135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7867546640941818135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/7867546640941818135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/06/geocaching-trio.html' title='GeoCaching Trio'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SGFpAHVbFMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9Z-6VrTyePE/s72-c/Trio_geocache%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-3605850076370478067</id><published>2008-06-15T13:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:06:39.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Father's Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Today is June 15, 2008, it is a day that we as a nation take a moment and tell our fathers how much we love them and how much they mean in our lives. Since this blog in many ways can take the form of a journal, I though I would take a moment and reflect on my father and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;influence&lt;/span&gt; in my life. It wasn't always easy growing up with my Dad but it has taken the raising my own children to begin to fully appreciate what and why he did the things he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young child, my Dad was foremost in my life and I honored him as little boys do.  I followed his example and imitated him in my life.  As I became older it was apparent to me that I would never do anything that upset my Dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of his temper and his big hands. I did not like spankings although in my generation this was a fact that all my friends knew and accepted. The thing that made it the hardest was that my Dad would never listen to me and understand why something happen. It was not that I was always trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;avoid&lt;/span&gt; the obvious hands on my bottom routine, yes, sometimes that was my desire, but rather I felt what had happen was not directly my fault and  I wanted to explain; if I was wrong so be it, let the hands come.  There were times when I was in the right and nothing should have happen, but I was guilty as charged.  As I got older, I learned that Dad was very stubborn, his way only, and when he had been drinking it was worse and I knew that all questions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the answer No!, no discussion, no redirect, no nothing, therefore if something was important to me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;road&lt;/span&gt; to opportunity was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; Mom.  From these youthful years, I decided at this juncture that I would try and be more open minded and consider the thoughts and feelings of others, especially for my wife and children. I know that I have not always been successful with this effort over the years, but I hope my wife and family will think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; I had a very hard time communicating with my Dad and sometimes I felt alone, my Dad taught me many things that makes me the man I am today. I can't enumerate all things in this post but will write about 4 of the things that came to my mind while attending Church today:&lt;br /&gt;  1) My Dad taught me to be honest in all my dealings and that the character of a man's integrity is told by his actions. I learned at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; young age to be honest even if it hurts. My Dad could not accept lying in any form and insisted on nothing more than the absolute truth from all his boys, my brothers. I believe that I am not a perfectly honest person but I know from my Patriarchal Blessing that my example has a great influence on people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; me and that I should never do anything that will affect this example to them. Everyday I try to live up to this blessing but realize this is a big order and thank goodness that I have a lifetime to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;  2) My Dad taught me to use tools and to work with my hands. One of my Dad's talents that I wish I had inherited was his great ability to take things apart and put them back together with all the screws, washers, wires, etc in the right place and nothing left over. My love for building things comes from my Dad teaching me about tools and the right way to use them including using the 'right' tool for the job. He would say, "...never use a wrench for a hammer". Sorry Dad I have done that a couple of times. My Dad learned this from his Dad and my girls and their husbands, hopefully, have learned this from me.&lt;br /&gt;  3) My Dad taught me to respect the opposite sex and to be kind and helpful to them. I think my life has reflected my appreciation for womanhood and especially for my lovely wife and my daughters. I love them dearly and I know that this comes from Dad. A short story will epitomize the importance Dad place on respecting woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a junior or senior in High School living in a small village, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Millport&lt;/span&gt;, NY. All the kids were like brothers and sisters, one big family, we played together all the time. We almost never excluded people but sometimes we made it difficult for some to participate. As friends we would plan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; to do something different from the ordinary. One week we decided we would like to organize a party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;up at&lt;/span&gt; Clyde Jack's Pond. Clyde was an older gentleman that had retired and had a farm about a mile and half away. He had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;air boat, Everglades style,&lt;/span&gt; and would give anyone ride that wanted a ride. We thought it would be nice to go there for our party. We planned everything and made assignments and then we each went to our parents to get permission and then we would contact Clyde to see if this was acceptable to him. Everyone thought this was a good idea and we finished making preparations. One of my friends who wanted to be more than a friend to one of the girls thought that it would be a good idea if we all asked a girl to be our date. Most of us wanted to be together but because one of us wanted to have a date we decided that we would all ask a girl out. I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Marily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Furnkranz&lt;/span&gt; who lived 3 doors up the street if she would go with me. She said Yes! So on the night of our party my Dad told me that I needed to go to her house and pick her up, it was a date! All were planning on meeting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hammond's&lt;/span&gt; Store and we would go together to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Clyde's&lt;/span&gt;. I tried to explain to Dad that this wasn't really a date but a get-together among &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;. Dad asked, "Did I ask her out?, I said, yes". "Then go and pick her up and make sure you walk her home after the party, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;all the way&lt;/span&gt; to her house". Well ,I picked her up we all had a fun great evening and Clyde did everything he could to make it a nice party. After the party when we got back to town, we all started walking home together and as we came to a friend's house, we would say good-night and continue on. When we got to my house, it was only Marilyn and I left from our group, she said, goodnight and started walking to her house. My Dad came out of the house like a cannon and screaming at me so loud, that I thought the neighbors would be aghast, saying that I needed to walk Marilyn home. I said she said it was OK. Dad said no it wasn't, now get up there and walk her all the way home because that is what Stevens' men do, they take care of their dates and ensure they are safely home. I was very mad at my Dad and very embarrass to run and catch up with Marilyn. I told her what happen as I walked her home. I think she was pleased but never said anything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt; on when I calmed down and thought about what my Dad was trying to teach me, I realized how right he was and that from then on I would always be kind and respectful of woman. I hope my family knows that has been my goal all their lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The last one I would like to talked about today is the importance of being a friend. I hate to say this but in my Dad's life his friends always came before Mom and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. He would drop whatever he was doing for his friends. I did not like this when the family was put in second place. However, I do realize that we need friends and that we have to help each other if we are to return to our Heavenly Father. Service is the key to happiness now and in the life to come. I hope that I have been a good friend and servant to those around me and hope my family has never felt like a second fiddle. I hope my Love for and of the Lord shines forth through my actions, my example and all my doings. The person I am today has develop through the years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of the friends I have or have had in my life. To paraphrase a saying that we have hung in our home over the years; "People come and go in our lives but only a friend leaves a part of their heart with us." I am fortunate to have had a few great friends in my life, Lenny Grow was my best friend through High School and we shared much which help me cope with becoming a man. In College my best friend was Cindy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kleiner&lt;/span&gt; who became my wife and eternal companion, the mother of my children and the person who owns the largest part of my heart. Reed and Barbara Rands who would do anything for us and who with their children made 'young converts' to the Church their friends and thus helping us to grow our testimonies.  Dick and Sharon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Empey&lt;/span&gt; who would give you the shirt on there backs and many times did. Anytime you asked for something they would find away to make it happen, i.e. building the staircase in our home.  Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Lonna Harper who because of golf, Young Woman's and a certain son have become an endearing part of our lives and along with their children have always made us feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;royalty.&lt;/span&gt; All of these wonderful people have left part of their hearts with us and we will forever be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we are because of the fathers in our lives. My father has truly bless my life and I want to go on record, in spite of the difficulties with my Dad, and testify I'm a better person today because of his love and concern and I wish that I had learned this and thanked him for it before he past away. I love you Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Sidenote&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I appreciate my son-in-laws and the respect they show my daughters. I appreciate their love and kindness for those choice spirits that hold such a special place in Cindy and my hearts. It is hard for a Dad to let another man take over and be the provider and protector for a lovingly daughter and I am thankful that all my daughters have married good men who honor their priesthood and who are slowly replacing dear old dad. They never will at least in my mind.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep up the good work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-3605850076370478067?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/3605850076370478067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=3605850076370478067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3605850076370478067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3605850076370478067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-my-fathers-hand.html' title='In My Father&apos;s Hand'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-3911985791020596716</id><published>2008-06-07T08:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:41:35.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Magic'/><title type='text'>The Bags that keeps on giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SEqa6doBSAI/AAAAAAAAACo/8czN03XO5E0/s1600-h/IMG_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209146248182974466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SEqa6doBSAI/AAAAAAAAACo/8czN03XO5E0/s200/IMG_2260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a terrific day. My family celebrated my birthday, my reversed 16 birthday with the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Bag that keeps on giving'&lt;/span&gt;!! Everytime I turned around the bag was full with another present wrap in the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow tissue paper&lt;/span&gt;. For awhile I thought I was the man with 500 hats! Besides the hugs and kisses from my eternal wife (Cindy) and my grand-children and the presents; the best thing about the day was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;potato salad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we had with dinner. It was terrific; close to utopia. In case no one knows, or possibly forgot, potato salad is my favorite salad and second place is a distance &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(light years)&lt;/span&gt; away. So I wanted to take a minute and tell everyone in my family from the future twins to Jacob's Cuddlers to the Texas sports enthusiasts thanks for a wonderful day. I love you all, bunches, lots, tons, never ending!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the golf book, the arm heart monitor and the mounds of candy along with National Treasure &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; - Secret Books. This morning I looked in the Bag and saw nothing. Oh well a new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-3911985791020596716?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/3911985791020596716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=3911985791020596716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3911985791020596716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3911985791020596716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/06/bags-that-keeps-on-giving.html' title='The Bags that keeps on giving'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SEqa6doBSAI/AAAAAAAAACo/8czN03XO5E0/s72-c/IMG_2260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-980013594336572959</id><published>2008-05-27T12:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:32:19.143-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids bring the best surprises'/><title type='text'>Almost as prolific as the "Lazy Blogger"</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I have not made a post in one week.  I have been busy working with the family to de-clutter our home.  We would like to sell it by fall and so one room after another has taken on a new perspective.  The outside has been in need of help and this has also been part of our effort.  The best thing about this effort is the grandkids are getting into it and wanting to help.  My favorite story is my 4 year old granddaughter, Sydney, who wants to help Grampa weed! When she hears Grampa is outside weeding she quickly gets out of bed, puts on here clothes and skips breakfast for a few moments and comes outside.  She gets her hat, her gloves, flower spade and bucket and comes help Grampa.    The other day she worked very hard and pulled almost 30 large weeds.  I was amazed at her desire to work in the garden.  She was enjoying the effort and was asking Grampa which weeds were OK to pull.  Her best question:  Why are we pulling weeds if Heavenly Father created them?  My answer did not suffice but as the trooper she is she kept on working with Grampa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting event surrounded was my oldest Granddaughter, Hallie.  We were all working hard sorting things for D.I., storage or ready for the landfill when her Mom and Dad asked her to do the Laundry for the first time.  Hallie worked at the laundry all day, sorting into piles, filling the washer, adding soap, then moving the wash clothes to the dryer to be dried, and then folding and putting the clothes away.   She was very diligent and would asked help for those things that she was unsure of.  I was greatly impress and so were her parents, so much so we all declared a DQ night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-980013594336572959?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/980013594336572959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=980013594336572959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/980013594336572959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/980013594336572959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/05/almost-as-prolific-as-lazy-blogger.html' title='Almost as prolific as the &quot;Lazy Blogger&quot;'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-3842095562060620398</id><published>2008-05-20T17:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:16:05.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple thought</title><content type='html'>Today at work we wanted to celebrate the release of our new software.  They decided to have RootBeer Floats.  This was a great idea.  You would think the ice cream servers would learn that a frozen solid 5 gallon tub of ice cream takes a while to thaw; which was learned 1.5 weeks ago when we honored one of our Vice-presidents for an honorary degree he received.  It took three hours for the ice cream to be served.  Everyone had comments.  So what happens today with some of the people who made those comments.  They take the ice cream out 5 minutes before.  Go figure.....  Will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was  good 1/2 cup tdy with diet rootbeer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-3842095562060620398?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/3842095562060620398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=3842095562060620398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3842095562060620398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/3842095562060620398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/05/simple-thought.html' title='A simple thought'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-1141246286862062197</id><published>2008-05-15T13:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:17:21.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world around us; a cheery plate of wow...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Did you know or do you Care????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .&lt;br /&gt;Who is Guy on $10 bill shot by Vice President?&lt;br /&gt;How many major earthquakes each year?&lt;br /&gt;Why Paul Revere did not finish his famous ride?&lt;br /&gt;When was the first credit card issued?&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell a hardboiled egg from a fresh egg?&lt;br /&gt;T or F; a fresh egg will sink in water but a stale egg will float.&lt;br /&gt;How many different languages in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Considering the world population, what is the average time traveled per person per day?&lt;br /&gt;Which of the Seven Wonders of the Old world still survives?  Can you name the other 6?&lt;br /&gt;T or F; A bird that barks instead of sings; a dog that yodels instead of barks!!!&lt;br /&gt;Do cows have upper front teeth?&lt;br /&gt;Once the Tower of Pisa started leaning construction stop for how many years?&lt;br /&gt;T or F there exists a sea without a coastline?&lt;br /&gt;Why was Thanksgiving held twice in 1815?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the human head has 22 bones?&lt;br /&gt;.  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .  -  .&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a wonderful world we live in.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-1141246286862062197?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/1141246286862062197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=1141246286862062197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1141246286862062197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1141246286862062197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/05/did-you-know-or-do-you-care.html' title=''/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-1204728841375692180</id><published>2008-05-13T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:44:04.702-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A swing and miss... strike Three.......'/><title type='text'>Sports Enthusiast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCnrUN6R21I/AAAAAAAAAB8/R52sUsSbJWs/s1600-h/Go+Team+Go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCnrUN6R21I/AAAAAAAAAB8/R52sUsSbJWs/s200/Go+Team+Go.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199945977339960146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is that time of year, NCAA Woman's Softball and a challenge for U of A; they have to travel to NY for their first round.  They have so much talent but have struggled putting it all together.  Baseball has kick-off and my Yankees are doing their famous 'May Slump Dance' but as the optimist I am they will recover after the All-Star Break'.  Then we have the NBA finals which I thought would be a shoe-in for LA and Boston but the Jazz and Lebron have different ideas.  Then if that is not enough sports for this time of year,we have the Return of Tiger in two weeks, hopefully at the Memorial.  Golf is not the same without him.  In the background is a sport called Hockey working towards the Stanley Cup and I don't even know who is playing.. Some enthusiast I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-1204728841375692180?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/1204728841375692180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=1204728841375692180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1204728841375692180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/1204728841375692180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/05/sports-enthusiast.html' title='Sports Enthusiast'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCnrUN6R21I/AAAAAAAAAB8/R52sUsSbJWs/s72-c/Go+Team+Go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-2348823636854029002</id><published>2008-05-11T20:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:42:50.727-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers are a Gift from God.'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day.  I attended my meetings with the Student Stake and it was great to listen to the speakers (College Students) tell about the influence their mom's have had in their lives.  They are right, none of us would be who we are without the Love and nurturing of our Moms.  Even though my Mom has left this life many years ago, I am very thankful for what she taught me.  Some of the many things she taught me are: how to iron clothes, to do the laundry, to cook, to be kind to others. She taught me to be compassionate and to see things from another's point of view, she taught me to be patient and understanding and to treat woman with the utmost respect and one of the biggest things she taught was to be honest in all my dealings.  I truly love my Mom for these things.  I am who I am because of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure another mother in my life, my Wife, and know that my children are who they are because of her nurturing influence in their lives.  I love my wife dearly and appreciate the blessing she is in my life, for her love and her desire to serve her Heavenly Father.  She is my lover, my friend, my cherish companion and my pal.  Her biggest diamond in the sky is her very compassionate heart.  She is always thinking of others first and together we are always doing things for people.  Over the years she has open our home to friends and family and created the Stevens' Hotel.  She has made many different things to make their life better, happier, and even easier.  I am a fortunate man to have a loving wife and 3 caring daughters; they are the Stars that light up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I'm am very thankful for Mother's Day and the opportunity to reflect on the blessings of Motherhood.  It is a gift from Heavenly Father to have a mother in our lives.  I look forward to seeing my Mom and my Heavenly Parents for the eternities with my wife and family at my side.  Truly there is no finer blessing for any of God's children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178986187099647486-2348823636854029002?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/2348823636854029002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=2348823636854029002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/2348823636854029002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/2348823636854029002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-5361354289472282286</id><published>2008-05-08T15:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:49:56.921-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions for the Ages (Aging)'/><title type='text'>I was wondering</title><content type='html'>1...Is it hotter in NY or in the summertime?&lt;br /&gt;2.....Can fat people go skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;3.......Why is the word "abbreviation" so long?&lt;br /&gt;4.........If a parsley farmer is sued, do they garnish his wages?&lt;br /&gt;5...........Should vegetarians eat animal crackers?&lt;br /&gt;6.............Do cemetery workers prefer the graveyard shift?&lt;br /&gt;7...............Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice"?&lt;br /&gt;8.................When sign makers go on strike, is anything written on their signs?&lt;br /&gt;9...............If a turtle does not have a shell, is he homeless or naked?&lt;br /&gt;10............Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?&lt;br /&gt;11..........Is it true cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?&lt;br /&gt;12........If you shoot a mime, should you use a silencer?&lt;br /&gt;13......What is the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;14....If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound?&lt;br /&gt;15...Why is it that rain drops but snow falls?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCN2IKwbPRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S4nk6860r3Y/s1600-h/Question_marks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Endless lists of problems and fixes with more testing then more lists.   However, the goal is to provide the customer with a product that is user friendly with the least amount of errors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were not for release cycles, we would have plenty of time for our normal job, which is supporting our customers and helping to sell product.   I am hoping for good feedback from our users which can only come from endless list; thus &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Tests of Time&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/7178986187099647486-4259721873444227637?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/4259721873444227637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=4259721873444227637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4259721873444227637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/4259721873444227637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/05/test-of-time-today-i-was-buried-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178986187099647486.post-8046345061881160821</id><published>2008-05-06T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:18:51.632-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some of my favorite grandkids'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCERSBKyByI/AAAAAAAAABU/skCETQ1OklE/s1600-h/Morris122+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197454446211237666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCERSBKyByI/AAAAAAAAABU/skCETQ1OklE/s200/Morris122+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCERShKyBzI/AAAAAAAAABc/_W6TICE1cp0/s1600-h/Hallie+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197454454801172274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCERShKyBzI/AAAAAAAAABc/_W6TICE1cp0/s200/Hallie+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCERSxKyB0I/AAAAAAAAABk/-wMsar_tdxs/s1600-h/2sydneychristmas07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197454459096139586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCERSxKyB0I/AAAAAAAAABk/-wMsar_tdxs/s200/2sydneychristmas07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCERSxKyB1I/AAAAAAAAABs/8ulS4Ayi39k/s1600-h/1luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197454459096139602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCERSxKyB1I/AAAAAAAAABs/8ulS4Ayi39k/s200/1luke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7178986187099647486-8046345061881160821?l=cheery-biker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/feeds/8046345061881160821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178986187099647486&amp;postID=8046345061881160821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/8046345061881160821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178986187099647486/posts/default/8046345061881160821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheery-biker.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the Cheerful Optimist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053976815890194112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8y_au64TMXo/SCERSBKyByI/AAAAAAAAABU/skCETQ1OklE/s72-c/Morris122+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
