<?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-5951005</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:18:30.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging to Save My Sanity</title><subtitle type='html'>I'd like to thank my 8th grade English teacher Mrs. Laws for encouraging&lt;BR&gt;
me to write.  Having us keep a journal in class was her way of getting&lt;BR&gt;
us to write more and improve our writing skills.  This online journal is&lt;BR&gt;
dedicated to her and the impact she has had on my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-115653580328977135</id><published>2006-08-25T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:56:43.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><summary type='text'>Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.    He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/115653580328977135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/115653580328977135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2006_08_20_archive.html#115653580328977135' title='Obituary'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-113467972249973076</id><published>2005-12-15T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:41:02.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Jacket Required</title><summary type='text'>Here's an invitation to God's Grace sent to me as a daily devotional that I receive from Christian Cyber Ministries (http://www.ChristianCyberMinistries.org).  Please consider the invitation yours and pass it along to others.Author UnknownScripture: Matthew 28:19-20b"Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/113467972249973076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/113467972249973076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113467972249973076' title='No Jacket Required'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-112869720151042230</id><published>2005-10-07T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:00:01.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Time</title><summary type='text'>Here's a thought-provoking poem sent in a daily devotional I received from Christian Cyber Ministries (http://www.ChristianCyberMinistries.org):Author UnknownI knelt to pray but not for long,I had too much to do.I had to hurry and get to workFor bills would soon be due.So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,And jumped up off my knees.My Christian duty was now doneMy soul could rest at ease.All day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/112869720151042230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/112869720151042230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112869720151042230' title='Finding Time'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-112499215501901256</id><published>2005-08-25T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T12:51:34.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Care for a Nightcap?</title><summary type='text'>I received the following anecdote in an email from a friend.Care for a Nightcap?Author UnknownSara, the church gossip and self-appointed arbiter of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business.  Several members were unappreciative of her activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.  She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, a new member, of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/112499215501901256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/112499215501901256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112499215501901256' title='Care for a Nightcap?'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-111766779391768951</id><published>2005-06-01T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:16:33.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kosher Hot Dog with Bacon?</title><summary type='text'>While looking for a vacation spot near Cancun, I stumbled across this description and photo of a resort's lunch menu.  Is it only me, or would you question the quality of a restaurant that serves a Kosher hot dog with onion and bacon?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/111766779391768951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/111766779391768951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111766779391768951' title='Kosher Hot Dog with Bacon?'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-111237323565890999</id><published>2005-04-01T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T11:33:55.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Roy Moore's Poem</title><summary type='text'>The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama.Judge Moore was recently sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama.  Please pray for him.America the Beautiful,  or so you used to be.Land of the Pilgrims' pride;  I'm glad they'll never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/111237323565890999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/111237323565890999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111237323565890999' title='Judge Roy Moore&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-109933981359015311</id><published>2004-11-01T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T15:10:13.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Determines Fate of Nation</title><summary type='text'>The climate at my work worsens as the election approaches.  I can hardly believe that my highly educated co-workers can have a worldview so utterly different than mine. I have been torn between wanting to keep quiet about politics at work because it is an off-limits topic and the desire to jump on my soapbox and shout the praises of a president in whom I believe.  I deem them to be brainwashed--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109933981359015311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109933981359015311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109933981359015311' title='Election Determines Fate of Nation'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-109762323028484073</id><published>2004-10-12T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:20:30.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwavering Faith in the Wake of Tragedy</title><summary type='text'>A lot of things change in a person when he or she becomes a parent.  The most significant for me was the way I react to news of a tragedy involving a child, any child.  This sort of news story invokes in me a highly emotional response as my imagination conjures up the “what if that was my child” scenario.  With this in mind, read on about a local tragedy involving three brothers killed as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109762323028484073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109762323028484073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109762323028484073' title='Unwavering Faith in the Wake of Tragedy'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-109656881609339310</id><published>2004-09-30T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:26:56.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Will Find You</title><summary type='text'>The following post is a compilation of several emails from the daily devotional Christian Cyber Ministries.  I hope you enjoy reading it and that it's message will affect your life.Following is a true story from John Powell a professor at Loyola University in Chicago writing about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy:Some years ago, I stood watching my university students file</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109656881609339310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109656881609339310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109656881609339310' title='He Will Find You'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-109655699799057371</id><published>2004-09-30T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T10:13:08.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addition of Conservative Eyes to Recent Discoveries</title><summary type='text'>Check out my new recent discovery: Art Green's blog Conservative Eyes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109655699799057371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109655699799057371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109655699799057371' title='Addition of Conservative Eyes to Recent Discoveries'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-109648115082778525</id><published>2004-09-29T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T13:05:50.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is taking away Social Security benefits?</title><summary type='text'>The following comes from an email I received from a conservative friend.  The original author is unknown.SOCIAL SECURITY:Franklin Roosevelt, a Democrat, introduced the Social Security (FICA) Program. He promised:1.) That participation in the Program would be completely voluntary,2.) That the participants would only have to pay 1% of the first $1,400 of their annual incomes into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109648115082778525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109648115082778525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109648115082778525' title='Who is taking away Social Security benefits?'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-109510427003357405</id><published>2004-09-13T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T14:59:33.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Safely Home</title><summary type='text'>I have recently finished reading Randy Alcorn's book Safely Home.  Next to the Bible, this has been the most life-changing book I have read.  The book is about former college roommates, a U.S. business man and a Chinese man, who are reacquainted many years after graduating college and losing touch.  It a fictional story based on elements of real-life experiences and accounts.  The Chinese man and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109510427003357405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109510427003357405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109510427003357405' title='Book Review: &lt;i&gt;Safely Home&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-109345861085267853</id><published>2004-08-25T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T13:30:10.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Recent Discoveries</title><summary type='text'>Find the following blogs under my Recent Discoveries:Passionate AmericaLouisiana ConservativeThanks Jeffery for the email and introducing me to your blog.  Keep up the good work!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109345861085267853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109345861085267853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109345861085267853' title='Welcome Recent Discoveries'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-109209000988978129</id><published>2004-08-09T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:20:09.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation: Vote</title><summary type='text'>Here's an excerpt from Americans of Faith "About Us" page of their web site:Americans of Faith seeks to activate the voices of Evangelical Christians and religious conservatives in our country.  Our goal is to have a profound impact on American society and culture.  From government and entertainment, to the arts, education, and business, Americans of Faith seeks to make the voice of Evangelical</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109209000988978129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109209000988978129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109209000988978129' title='Operation: Vote'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-109113996683962111</id><published>2004-07-29T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T17:26:06.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers at Conventions</title><summary type='text'>Where do you find news?  Traditionally one would read a newspaper, watch television, or listen to the radio.  Today I find myself turning first to my computer and the nearly boundless array of information available via the Internet.  The web logs, or blogs, I read provide me with a variety of perspectives on current events and issues.Many web log jounalists, or bloggers, share their opinions.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109113996683962111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109113996683962111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109113996683962111' title='Bloggers at Conventions'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-109001661115881142</id><published>2004-07-16T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T17:23:31.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorist Musicians?</title><summary type='text'>Check out the article at the following link (courtesy of Lilek's Bleat):Terror in the Skies, Again? By Annie JacobsenOur country has gotten back into its normal routine, with thoughts of the 9/11 terrorist attack becoming distant memories. This article serves as a necessary reminder of the looming threat.What the article doesn't say:We have enemies.  We should be afraid of those enemies.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109001661115881142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/109001661115881142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109001661115881142' title='Terrorist Musicians?'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108983932870857161</id><published>2004-07-14T15:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T16:08:48.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Kerry's Sense of Decency?</title><summary type='text'>You won't see much of it in the major media, but the latest political stunt from the democrats will get exposure here.  It happened at a private memorial dedication for families of 9/11 victims on July 12th.  Senator John Kerry showed up.The press was kept away from the event, yet Kerry saw fit to attend with entourage in tow.  Kerry's spokesman David Wade said of Kerry's appearance at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108983932870857161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108983932870857161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108983932870857161' title='Where is Kerry&apos;s Sense of Decency?'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108576873686751820</id><published>2004-05-28T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T13:26:06.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2004 Tribute</title><summary type='text'>Today I want to pay tribute to the heros past and present who have made the ultimate sacrifice for the cause of liberty and freedom.  Here are some excerpts from emails I've received in recent days related to this topic:1) From the Christian Cyber Ministries devotionals dated 5/26 and 5/27/04I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses that you find all over the country. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108576873686751820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108576873686751820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108576873686751820' title='Memorial Day 2004 Tribute'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108396762048386194</id><published>2004-05-07T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T17:11:49.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream of War</title><summary type='text'>I had a dream that I was back where I grew up and that there were armed men in the front yard.  The men were soldiers, enemies in a war.  I was inside the house and very frightened.  There was a uniformed soldier there with me.  He directed me to hide and, with his gun in hand, postured himself to defend me.I was adrenaline-pumping scared.  My mind was racing with thoughts of how I would defend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108396762048386194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108396762048386194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108396762048386194' title='Dream of War'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108388051738085043</id><published>2004-05-06T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T17:05:41.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meirav was two</title><summary type='text'>The following link was found on Today's Bleat:Meirav was two</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108388051738085043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108388051738085043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108388051738085043' title='Meirav was two'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108360720293954962</id><published>2004-05-03T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T13:10:19.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Landstuhl</title><summary type='text'>The following is from an email I received over the weekend.  I would like to thank Wilhelmine for her wonderful, caring heart.  Although she has trouble with English, she does not have trouble communicating her message to her readers.Soldiers Angel Visited the wounded soldiers and marines in Landstuhl Medical Center on Good Friday the 09th April 2004  I have wondered me many times what could</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108360720293954962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108360720293954962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108360720293954962' title='Visit to Landstuhl'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108307870754237847</id><published>2004-04-27T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T10:16:01.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iraqi Web Journals</title><summary type='text'>Check out the article:Iraqis enjoy new freedom of expression on Web journals By César G. Soriano, USA TODAYI have added a new link to the Fadhil brother's blog, iraqthemodel.blogspot.com in "Recent Discoveries".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108307870754237847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108307870754237847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108307870754237847' title='Iraqi Web Journals'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108214200637396399</id><published>2004-04-16T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T14:04:06.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerry Flip Flops</title><summary type='text'>From conservative comedians The Right Stuff web site:March 28, 2004CHRIS WALLACE and FOX NEWS SUNDAY mention "THE RIGHT STUFF"! Transcript: (photo of Terry McAuliffe with caption 'Don't Tread on Me') CHRIS WALLACE: "Campaign paraphernalia is in the news. Democratic Party chairman Terry McAuliffe's new office sports a doormat with a picture that looks like George W. Bush (photo of doormat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108214200637396399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108214200637396399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108214200637396399' title='Kerry Flip Flops'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108196865441873448</id><published>2004-04-14T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T13:54:50.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Should President Bush Have Said</title><summary type='text'>I would have liked for the president to have been more clear and concise in the press conference last night.  It sounded to me as though he was ill-prepared to deliver the speech and to answer the questions posed by the press.  I am concerned that the president’s attention was diverted from the press conference to other more vital matters yesterday and that his speech writers failed him at a time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108196865441873448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108196865441873448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108196865441873448' title='What Should President Bush Have Said'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108143849555374964</id><published>2004-04-08T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T10:38:43.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagging Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I don’t have a lot of time today for blogging, but I have had a couple of nagging thoughts that I just need to get out of my head:1) 8 Koreans, 3 Japanese kidnapped in Iraq (Yahoo link)Today’s news includes a story of the horrific kidnapping of Korean and Japanese civilians in Iraq.  The terrorists holding them are trying to bully the Korean and Japanese governments into recalling troops from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108143849555374964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108143849555374964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108143849555374964' title='Nagging Thoughts'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108094383278316682</id><published>2004-04-02T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T17:14:35.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smith-Withers and "Laci and Connor's Law"</title><summary type='text'>How can anyone who purports to know God defend the right of a woman to choose to abort a baby?Rev. Dr. Roselyn Smith-Withers, a Baptist minister and clergy counselor for the Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice, is an example of such a person.  "I believe God speaks to women and enables them to make decisions for themselves," she says.  She was one of two pro-abortion witnesses who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108094383278316682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108094383278316682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108094383278316682' title='Smith-Withers and &quot;Laci and Connor&apos;s Law&quot;'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-108016300453637094</id><published>2004-03-24T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T16:32:49.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldiers' Angels</title><summary type='text'>Join me in supporting and promoting Soldiers' Angels.  If you are a blogger, please post information about Soldiers' Angels.  The following information is taken from Soldiers' Angels fine web site:The Soldiers' Angels was started by a self-described ‘ordinary mother’ of an ordinary young man turned hero, Corporal Brandon Varn.  Brandon was deployed in Iraq and has since honorably completed his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108016300453637094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/108016300453637094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108016300453637094' title='Soldiers&apos; Angels'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107947800906154198</id><published>2004-03-16T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T18:05:44.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spainish Election Results</title><summary type='text'>I am perplexed by the Spanish election results from Sunday.  The tremendous show of solidarity in mourning and demonstration on Friday led me to believe that the outcome would be in support of the current party.  Strangely enough, political decisions are not always based on the same factors as those that drive the actions of the people.Spain is an important ally to the U.S. in Iraq, and we will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107947800906154198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107947800906154198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107947800906154198' title='Spainish Election Results'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107913277101968613</id><published>2004-03-12T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T18:10:21.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Madrid 2004--Spanish Version</title><summary type='text'>La gente inocenteSobre negocio diario.Las bombas detonadas.Vidas tomadas rápidamente.La tristeza y el anhelar.Una sensación del desesperación.¿Cuántos morirán?¿El lastimar no parará nunca?Luto de la pérdidaDe las vidas inocentes.Somos juntos.Como lluvia como las lagrimas.El Cielo es triste para el inocente.El asesino sonrió desviado,Orgulloso de su conquista.Ningún honor en </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107913277101968613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107913277101968613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107913277101968613' title='Ode to Madrid 2004--Spanish Version'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107912926751301077</id><published>2004-03-12T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T10:08:02.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Madrid 2004</title><summary type='text'>Have you seen the still photos or video of the people in the streets of cities across Spain today?  I am amazed at the number of mourners and demonstrators.  It is difficult to fathom the number of people as I look at the video footage that pans across Madrid and see how the crowd goes on and on for miles.  The show of solidarity against yesterday’s terrorist attack reflects the remarkable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107912926751301077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107912926751301077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107912926751301077' title='Ode to Madrid 2004'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107902312005739895</id><published>2004-03-11T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T11:41:49.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over 170 Killed Today in Madrid</title><summary type='text'>I awoke to my radio alarm clock this morning as usual.  The news story that was being told was one I could hardly believe.  The news anchor said there were over 170 people killed in a series of bomb explosions on trains and in train stations in Madrid, Spain.  The horror of this brutality is hard for my mind to resolve.There was minimal coverage of the tragedy on television and radio station </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107902312005739895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107902312005739895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107902312005739895' title='Over 170 Killed Today in Madrid'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107850515857493287</id><published>2004-03-05T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:48:59.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Lileks to a New Category</title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading Today's Bleat at www.lileks.com.  I found myself nodding in agreement as I read it.  The material about the Bush campaign ads is particularly insightful.  It said all the things I have been thinking.  Check out the following excerpt, then visit www.lileks.com for yourself."People forgot the Cole the day after it happened. People forgot the embassy attacks – if they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107850515857493287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107850515857493287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107850515857493287' title='Moving Lileks to a New Category'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107841862149115556</id><published>2004-03-04T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T11:47:23.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush Campaign Advertisements and the Liberal Media Bias</title><summary type='text'>Katie Couric interviewed Karen Hughes, a Bush campaign advisor, on NBC’s “Today” show this morning.  The interview was about the new Bush campaign advertisements unveiled yesterday.  (To see the ads, click here.)  Katie fired questions at Ms. Hughes like a medieval soldier firing arrows at the enemy, one after the other, pointed and intended to do harm.  The questions were openly against the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107841862149115556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107841862149115556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107841862149115556' title='Bush Campaign Advertisements and the Liberal Media Bias'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107818567910252009</id><published>2004-03-01T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T19:04:15.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Sacrifice</title><summary type='text'>Each day I pray I could know God a little better and love Him a little more.  So, each day I am exposed to a new piece of information that somehow increases my understanding of who God is.  I hope to one day be in God’s presence.  I prepare myself by learning as much as I can about Him.  In my learning, I have found that the more I learn, the more I realize how much I don’t know.Sometimes I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107818567910252009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107818567910252009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107818567910252009' title='The Greatest Sacrifice'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107766053399995589</id><published>2004-02-24T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T17:18:44.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Satirical Political Beliefs Assessment Test</title><summary type='text'>Thank you to reader Don Hagen for the nice email message.  I visited Don's site where he hosts a satirical political beliefs assessment test.  If you'd like to ascertain your political party affiliation, give this test a try.  It will help you to gauge whether you're Archconservative, Leftwing Wacko, Antigovernment Libertine, or a Commie Sympathizer.  Peruse Don's site at:A Satirical Political </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107766053399995589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107766053399995589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107766053399995589' title='A Satirical Political Beliefs Assessment Test'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107722038644382270</id><published>2004-02-19T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T14:56:59.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Hype Behind "The Passion"</title><summary type='text'>I am including an article today from an email newsletter that I receive from Crosswalk.com.  As I read the final few lines of the article, I was overwhelmed with the sense of a bigger purpose.  God is already using the movie to further His kingdom on earth.  The hype is not so much about the movie as it is about God.  May it all be for His glory!Mel Gibson's 'Passion' Already Big at Box Office</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107722038644382270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107722038644382270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107722038644382270' title='The Real Hype Behind &quot;The Passion&quot;'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107714759239368764</id><published>2004-02-18T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:42:32.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Day</title><summary type='text'>Hit the snooze barSeveral timesBefore swinging feetOver edge of bedStarted off dayAs many othersWith morning routineRoutine etched in memoryTried to avoid bossRunning late againHunker down in cubicleAnswer oodles of emailsSpend distracted momentReading emailThinking about building houseMissing husband and childrenMorning flies pastLunch of leftover meatballsWatch others </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107714759239368764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107714759239368764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107714759239368764' title='A Busy Day'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107704770999406000</id><published>2004-02-17T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:57:47.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctity of Marriage</title><summary type='text'>I think it hurts us that we do not have first-hand memory of the beginnings of our country.  The early presidents were not only men of integrity and wisdom, but godly men, willing to pray for our country and its causes.  These men asked God to help them act according to His will.  In turn, the men based the processes and procedures of our country on God’s law and saw fit to include God in many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107704770999406000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107704770999406000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107704770999406000' title='Sanctity of Marriage'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107661363876004194</id><published>2004-02-12T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T14:23:10.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kerry Thinks</title><summary type='text'>Check out Today's Bleat at www.lileks.com.  Skip to the meat of the commentary that covers John Kerry’s 3-decade-old testimony on Vietnam and America, per the request of High Commissioner Hugh Hewitt (www.hughhewitt.com).  Who cares about what a 50-something said when he was 20-something anyway?  To quote Lileks, "I care about what John Kerry says today . . . about what he said when he was 25." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107661363876004194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107661363876004194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107661363876004194' title='What Kerry Thinks'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107601687035081001</id><published>2004-02-05T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T16:36:52.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Heard from the Court...</title><summary type='text'>"We've heard from the court, but not from the people," (Massachusetts Governor Mitt) Romney said in a statement. "The people of Massachusetts should not be excluded from a decision as fundamental to our society as the definition of marriage."  (Quote found in the Associate Press article entitled “Mass. Lawmakers Mull Gay Marriage Ruling” by Steve LeBlanc.)That’s right, Gov. Romney.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107601687035081001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107601687035081001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107601687035081001' title='We&apos;ve Heard from the Court...'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107591712847568887</id><published>2004-02-04T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T12:54:28.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the Super Bowl Halftime Show</title><summary type='text'>The Super Bowl halftime show is a network television event of a special nature.  Given the fact that viewers tune in to the game in order to watch not only the game but the commercials as well, it is one of a few, rare occasions where the remote is not in the hand of the viewer, ready to change channels at a moment’s notice.  The network has a virtually captive audience at its disposal.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107591712847568887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107591712847568887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591712847568887' title='Thoughts on the Super Bowl Halftime Show'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107549276829622242</id><published>2004-01-30T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T15:01:41.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Rose</title><summary type='text'>Once blossoming bush, now simple stemAs winter turns to springSo the simple stem starts to bloom againLeftover stem from fallReturns to life as weather warmsFrom what seems lifeless, bits of green appearLittle bits of green unfurl,New shoots and leavesGrow out of once stark stemNumerous and flourishingLeaves of deep green drink upLight, heat, and water from aboveAt shoots’ tips </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107549276829622242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107549276829622242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107549276829622242' title='Lovely Rose'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107548072210173726</id><published>2004-01-30T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T11:55:30.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Agree!</title><summary type='text'>Here is an email I received from a reader named Stephen:"I totally agree with your comments in "Why I Support George W. Bush"! I've been spending over two years arguing day in and day out with professional Bush-haters, and boy, is that tiring!I've just started blogging at http://disagreeableconservativecurmudgeon.blogspot.com/I'm still learning how to put links, etc. on the blog. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107548072210173726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107548072210173726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107548072210173726' title='I Agree!'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107513766957873195</id><published>2004-01-26T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T12:23:17.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Blogger to Blogger</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Mark Nicodemo for the following email:"I started blogging recently. You can check out my work at http://www.marknicodemo.blogspot.com. If you like what you see, please consider adding my link to your site. I'd be happy to reciprocate!"You'll notice I've added a link to Mark's page, currently under "Recent Discoveries".  Mark's recent blog on fashion designer/liberal Kenneth Cole is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107513766957873195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107513766957873195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107513766957873195' title='From Blogger to Blogger'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107481319336510514</id><published>2004-01-22T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:39:03.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, CBS!</title><summary type='text'>Have you heard that the contest-winning ad from MoveOn.org will not be aired by CBS during the Super Bowl?  A friend of mine forwarded an email to me from MoveOn.org.  The email expresses displeasure with the network's decision not to air the ad.  The email calls upon its readers to let their CBS affiliates know of their displeasure with the network's decision.I am elated to hear that I will be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107481319336510514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107481319336510514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107481319336510514' title='Congratulations, CBS!'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107470367344987098</id><published>2004-01-21T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T11:49:54.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Support George W. Bush</title><summary type='text'>There are a lot of people in the U.S. hung up on appearances.  A media that promotes things like glamour, glitz, and sex appeal has influenced them.  That influence sways their decisions, even the one of who should run their country and why.I was watching the movie "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" with my two young children the other night and noticed the starkness of the characters.  Their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107470367344987098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107470367344987098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107470367344987098' title='Why I Support George W. Bush'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107461483670599384</id><published>2004-01-20T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T11:09:16.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Saving Grace</title><summary type='text'>REFRAINJesus ChristSon of GodOur Redeemer and our LordCame to bring us allEverlasting lifePrince of PeaceWord made fleshOur Salvation, Teacher, CounselorDied on the crossAnd rose to lifeOur Saving Grace1.His sacrifice gives us a chanceTo be with HimYou have been given the choiceNow choose Him!And there’s no way you can lose!REFRAIN2.He will come again one dayIt is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107461483670599384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107461483670599384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107461483670599384' title='Our Saving Grace'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107419783742872346</id><published>2004-01-15T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:17:23.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines 1999--Entry #5</title><summary type='text'>I have to tell you about the goat.  The story of the goat reflects a lot of what our visit with my father-in-law’s family was like.After the rain subsided, plans were made to acquire a goat and prepare a special dish for me to try.  The goat dish is a specialty of the family of the cousin from Cagayan and said to taste very delicious.  The preparation of the goat for slaughter involves the goat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107419783742872346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107419783742872346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107419783742872346' title='Philippines 1999--Entry #5'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107401951990162587</id><published>2004-01-13T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T13:47:09.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane?</title><summary type='text'>So, where did the nickname “Hurricane” come from?  I thought you’d never ask.  When I was a kid of maybe three years of age—I don’t know for certain because I can’t recall the incident—I was visiting my grandmother’s house with my mom.  There was a house full of other relatives there to have lunch.  I rushed past everyone straight to the bathroom and came out, only seconds later according to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107401951990162587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107401951990162587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107401951990162587' title='Hurricane?'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107368960951716274</id><published>2004-01-09T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T18:11:10.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-Treasury Secretary O'Neill blasts Bush</title><summary type='text'>How I hate seeing a news headline that reads "So-and-so blasts President Bush!"  Like today, when I opened Yahoo, there it was:"Ex-Treasury Secretary O'Neill blasts Bush"I am reluctant to read those news articles.  In cases like this, the reporting of news drifts dangerously toward communicating and promoting opinions.  But I had to see what this fellow O'Neill had to say.The article tells </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107368960951716274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107368960951716274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107368960951716274' title='Ex-Treasury Secretary O&apos;Neill blasts Bush'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107367308126221202</id><published>2004-01-09T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T16:49:29.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Her</title><summary type='text'>She’d been blessed and happyHearing laughter of her childrenHopelessly in loveWith one she’d met so long agoThen, having found a lump,There was misery and exhaustionKnowing the end was nearHaving to say good byeEach day, each hour, each minuteGreat suffering, then utter stillnessShe took her last breathAnd faded into the pastShe was still and peacefulOur hearts broken, energy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107367308126221202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107367308126221202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107367308126221202' title='Missing Her'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107342307305525307</id><published>2004-01-06T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T17:39:41.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High Today in the Single Digits</title><summary type='text'>The high today should be in the single digits Fahrenheit, but it will feel like –25 to –30 with the wind chill.  Ahhh, it’s January in Minne-so-cold!Getting into and starting a car that has been parked outside all night is a bit of a thrill.  You never know if it’s going to give you trouble.  When you hear that wrrr-woo-wrrr-woo of the starter, you hold your breath until it turns over.  Then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107342307305525307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107342307305525307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107342307305525307' title='High Today in the Single Digits'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107273987997194042</id><published>2003-12-29T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T18:18:17.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evangelical or Not?</title><summary type='text'>We visited some friends while away for Christmas.  They invited us, my husband and I and our children, to swim with them at their relatives’ house near where we were staying.  After swimming, the kids went off and did their own thing while the adults went about carrying on conversation.  I was struck by something that was said during our conversation.We were talking about videos and DVDs that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107273987997194042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107273987997194042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107273987997194042' title='Evangelical or Not?'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107228968271121837</id><published>2003-12-24T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T13:14:58.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not about the presents.  It's about the sacrifice God made for us, giving us his son to be born as one of us, live among us, and die to save us.  Alleluia!I will be taking a break from blogging for Christmas (and maybe a few days past).  I want to wish you the peace and joy that only God can give and share with you the words of Luke's account of Christ's birth:Luke 2The Birth of Jesus</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107228968271121837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107228968271121837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107228968271121837' title=''/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107213631249217393</id><published>2003-12-22T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:16:38.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines 1999--Entry #4</title><summary type='text'>My husband's fever went down quickly after starting the antibiotics.  I was amazed at how little the medicine cost.  It was priced so that the local people could afford such treatments.  For us, it was more than reasonable.  It was worth whatever it cost for my husband to get better.Then, it was only an upper respiratory infection.  Now, there would be concerns that it could be SARS.  I hope we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107213631249217393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107213631249217393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107213631249217393' title='Philippines 1999--Entry #4'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107187525287699759</id><published>2003-12-19T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T18:07:47.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by Snow</title><summary type='text'>Falling from the pale gray skyFluffy and whiteCovering brown grass and fallen leavesChildren’s delightDriving home in the new fallen snowWinter adventureSledding down neighborhood hillFace full for surePaying December’s electric billHardly enough moneyGoing out in below zero tempsMighty cold but sunnyPlaying in the winter wonderlandToo cold for perspiringWatching the flakes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107187525287699759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107187525287699759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107187525287699759' title='Inspired by Snow'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107185232637747763</id><published>2003-12-19T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T11:45:40.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Christmas Card</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I got a Christmas card from my dad.  This is the most special card I have received in a long time.  You'll need some background in order to know why this is so significant to me.My parents divorced when I was five.  Dad didn't want custody of my sister and brother and me, but he did set up scheduled time with us.  At first, he was diligent about picking us up for spending time with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107185232637747763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107185232637747763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107185232637747763' title='The Best Christmas Card'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107177639850704134</id><published>2003-12-18T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T11:07:26.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Soldier Might Say</title><summary type='text'>Here I am, in a set of desert camouflage khakis carrying a heavy load including a weapon, ammunition, and a canteen.  I have become accustomed to the constant dripping sweat.  My fellow soldiers and I are in great shape but still we move slowly in this oppressive heat.  It’s been a couple weeks since I’ve made a phone call home.  I can still hear the strain of worried sadness through the smiling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107177639850704134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107177639850704134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107177639850704134' title='What a Soldier Might Say'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107169235398670418</id><published>2003-12-17T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:15:42.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines 1999--Entry #3</title><summary type='text'>We arrived in Cagayan in time for the funeral and memorial service of an aunt of my husband.  The memorial services for the departed in the Philippines are quite lengthy, including many days of opening the home of the departed to friends and family and sharing meals with them.  There was so much food—roast pig, goat, vegetable dishes, and a variety of fruits.  The services themselves were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107169235398670418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107169235398670418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107169235398670418' title='Philippines 1999--Entry #3'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107152882675544294</id><published>2003-12-15T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:53:59.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hussein Captured</title><summary type='text'>Let us rejoice and give glory to God that the ruthless dictator Suddam Hussein has been captured.  It is an appropriate reaction for a country who has young men and women risking their lives to accomplish this task, among other important tasks in Iraq.  What will this mean for the course of our continuing presence in Iraq?  Will this mean the opposition to our troops' presence will diminish?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107152882675544294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107152882675544294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107152882675544294' title='Hussein Captured'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107126615656577155</id><published>2003-12-12T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T16:56:32.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want For Christmas</title><summary type='text'>It's fantasy to think I might get any of these gifts, but, of course, it's about giving rather than getting.  I just have a couple of simple desires that I'd like to get off my mind.  A bottle of Opium perfume, the book "Safely Home", and a trip to the salon for foiling--expensive, but I like the effect to lift my spirits during the winter doldrums.  Not a long list, but a good one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107126615656577155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107126615656577155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107126615656577155' title='What I Want For Christmas'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107126044314057080</id><published>2003-12-12T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T15:20:55.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Watching candle's shining flame,Bouncing and glowingLike the light of the guiding star,Showing the travelers to the new kingHearing tunes of the seasonOn the radioAnd recounting angels in the storySinging hosannas to the newborn childAmidst the hustle and bustleOf holiday shoppersFeeling eager like the shepherdsTo get to see the blessed babyThe smell of the pine treeHangs in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107126044314057080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107126044314057080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107126044314057080' title='Christmas Thoughts'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107118455788999001</id><published>2003-12-11T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T18:16:10.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Talk</title><summary type='text'>Kids really do say the darndest things!  My littlest, who is approaching three, asked to bring his plastic sword on the car ride to Grandpa's house.  I said OK, which probably wasn't what he expected, and he carried his sword to the car, pleased with himself and me.  When we got to Grandpa's house, he surprised me by saying, "Mommy made me bring it", referring to the sword.  How quickly they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107118455788999001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107118455788999001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107118455788999001' title='Toddler Talk'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107101319327556576</id><published>2003-12-09T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:14:52.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines 1999--Entry #2</title><summary type='text'>The ride to the airport to catch our plane to Cagayan was the first opportunity I had to see Manila by daylight.  My father-in-law was excitedly pointing out the window, showing my son the river as we crossed the bridge.  He was convinced it was attractive, but I was not.  There was debris floating in the greenish-brown water, and there were makeshift homes along the banks.  I saw a small child, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107101319327556576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107101319327556576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107101319327556576' title='Philippines 1999--Entry #2'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107065569635445881</id><published>2003-12-05T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T15:23:29.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hometown Hero</title><summary type='text'>I've been in training class the last couple of days and haven't had the time to write.  Today, as Fridays are, is poetry day at my blog.  Today's poem is dedicated to the troops who are defending our country all around the world.  God bless them!Not a simple gestureNot a small sacrificeIn humble regard for our countryQuietly the soldier servesA soldier in uniformHome visiting relatives</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107065569635445881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107065569635445881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107065569635445881' title='Hometown Hero'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107040859145364976</id><published>2003-12-02T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:13:59.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines 1999--Entry #1</title><summary type='text'>Did you know I am married to a Filipino man?  He was born here in Minnesota, first generation born in the U.S.  His parents moved here, met and married, and settled in Minnesota.  His parents' families live on different islands in the Philippines: his father's on Luzon and his mother's on Mindanao.  About four years ago my husband and I went to the Philippines for a visit.At the time our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107040859145364976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107040859145364976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107040859145364976' title='Philippines 1999--Entry #1'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107032196876827012</id><published>2003-12-01T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T18:41:25.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Mitzvah</title><summary type='text'>I attended a bar mitzvah this past weekend.  I had never attended a Jewish service before and was pleasantly surprised at what I learned.Of course, there was a lot of written and spoken Hebrew.  What I didn't know was that Hebrew is written right-to-left.  I picked up the prayer book and was befuddled momentarily until I figured out that the entire book was from right-to-left, or front-to-back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107032196876827012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107032196876827012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107032196876827012' title='Bar Mitzvah'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-107032031650337348</id><published>2003-12-01T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T18:12:06.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proclamation Establishing Thanksgiving Day</title><summary type='text'>The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies.  To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107032031650337348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/107032031650337348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107032031650337348' title='Proclamation Establishing Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106987635700736949</id><published>2003-11-26T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T14:54:43.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiraling Into Darkness</title><summary type='text'>The FDA is considering making the morning-after pill obtainable without a prescription.  I heard this on the news this morning and felt deflated, like I had a heavy weight tossed on my chest.  I felt like crying not only for the babies that could be lost to this drug of convenience, but also for the many women who don’t see any moral implications to using such a drug.While contraception is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106987635700736949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106987635700736949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106987635700736949' title='Spiraling Into Darkness'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106977110376966276</id><published>2003-11-25T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T09:38:31.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Busy</title><summary type='text'>As Thanksgiving approaches, I think of all the hustle and bustle the holidays will bring.  I'd rather not rush around shopping and attending holiday parties.  I'd rather spend some time with my husband and children at home, relaxing.  We could use the time to get over colds, to catch up on sleep, to be together as a family.  That's what I want for Christmas.  Alas, you hardly ever get what you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106977110376966276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106977110376966276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106977110376966276' title='So Busy'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106953125789447788</id><published>2003-11-22T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T15:01:05.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Halloween of '91</title><summary type='text'>Buzz of anticipationSky turning whitish grayAir so cold it chills to the boneIt’s going to snow this weekendLike Halloween of ’91Drifts so high no cars can passStock your pantry and refrigeratorYou never know how long it will lastWooly sweater and snow mobile suitCovered so just eyes are seenPulling the sled to the top of the big hillTrudging through snow piled highFirst snow, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106953125789447788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106953125789447788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106953125789447788' title='Like Halloween of &apos;91'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106927477655492323</id><published>2003-11-19T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T15:48:42.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Pieces of Silver</title><summary type='text'>Don't try to sell me something.  I'm likely to put you through the ringer.  I evaluate and re-evaluate potential purchases, giving much consideration to finding the truth.  If this is how I am in making a purchase, a relatively insignificant event in comparison, then how do you think I might be in terms of my faith?I have been exposed to church since I was a baby.  The denomination may have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106927477655492323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106927477655492323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106927477655492323' title='30 Pieces of Silver'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106917673037880616</id><published>2003-11-18T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T12:32:58.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat with My Sister</title><summary type='text'>I spoke to my sister yesterday.  She and I live a couple hundred miles apart.  There is only one year difference in our ages.  I am the oldest, and therefore, the bigger pain in the neck, at least as far as I can tell.  But getting back to the phone call...It turns out my sister has been having some trouble with her job.  She works as a technical support person for an educational software </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106917673037880616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106917673037880616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106917673037880616' title='Chat with My Sister'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-10688475159870926</id><published>2003-11-14T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T17:05:21.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisk Me Away</title><summary type='text'>Whisk me away,Windy fall dayAway from the troubleAway from myselfWhisper to me windWhere to find calmnessWhere do I find it,Some tranquilityOh nature’s ConductorYou know of peacefulnessPlease share your secretConfide it in meWatch the tree How it stands strongLetting its’ branchesBlow as they pleaseLike a tree I shall beFirm in convictionYet flowing with the breezeFirmly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/10688475159870926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/10688475159870926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#10688475159870926' title='Whisk Me Away'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106875715982446928</id><published>2003-11-13T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T15:59:43.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, Lisa!</title><summary type='text'>I found out today that a friend and former co-worker gave birth to twins on Tuesday.   The two boys weighed a combined total of 16 lbs. 5 ozs.  That's a lot of baby!  These are her first children.  While I believe her husband will be a tremendous help, my heart goes out to her.  What a blessing a baby is!  But two at the same time would challenge even the most well-prepared new mom.I wonder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106875715982446928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106875715982446928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106875715982446928' title='Congratulations, Lisa!'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106865733514538892</id><published>2003-11-12T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T12:17:00.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With My Lottery Winnings</title><summary type='text'>Every time the Powerball jackpot gets to be close to or over $100 millilon I start thinking about what would I do if I was independently wealthy.  I have told people I would leave my job and travel, and while I think that would be fun for a while, it would not be enough.  It would not be a vocation.What would I do if I won a sizable amount of money?  Certainly the first thing I would do is set </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106865733514538892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106865733514538892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106865733514538892' title='With My Lottery Winnings'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106850297014156726</id><published>2003-11-10T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:22:54.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Shade of a Beach Umbrella</title><summary type='text'>I am certain that the pace of life has gotten too fast for most of us to keep up.  There isn't a person out there content to wait more than ten minutes in a checkout line at the grocery store.  And don't miss when the light turns green at an intersection or you're sure to get tooted at.I tried to sit down and relax this weekend and found it difficult.  I had a list of tasks to complete and just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106850297014156726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106850297014156726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106850297014156726' title='Under the Shade of a Beach Umbrella'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106824312255441847</id><published>2003-11-07T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T17:12:06.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Hurt Me Again</title><summary type='text'>the same old strugglerenewed again todayheart that was mendedbroken anewI feel like screamingflooded with resentment,anger, frustrationend of my ropewhat will it taketo heal these woundsto lift the crushing weightfrom my chestendless cycleout with the badin with forgivenesshere we go againmy hope above allis that this is the last timethe last time i'll ask younot to hurt me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106824312255441847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106824312255441847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106824312255441847' title='Please Don&apos;t Hurt Me Again'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106824241041072619</id><published>2003-11-07T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T17:00:14.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Review of Matrix 3</title><summary type='text'>Check out www.lileks.com for a remarkable review of Matrix 3 posted today in his blog called The Bleat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106824241041072619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106824241041072619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106824241041072619' title='Good Review of Matrix 3'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106815152749952797</id><published>2003-11-06T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T15:45:30.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mama</title><summary type='text'>Today I had a parent-teacher conference for my kindergarten-aged son.My son is precious.  He is beautiful to look at, petite with dark eyes and an olive complexion.  He seeks to please people in whatever he does.  He holds himself to a high standard; he strives for perfection.  He has a long attention span and absorbs almost everything to which he is exposed.His teacher started the conference</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106815152749952797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106815152749952797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106815152749952797' title='Proud Mama'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106806970530802928</id><published>2003-11-05T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T17:01:48.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise God!</title><summary type='text'>I just talked to the mortgage company to explain that my paycheck was short and the payment that I owe would be late.  The woman to whom I spoke was very understanding and made a notation in my file.  She reassured me that that would be OK.  I fearfully expect the worst and then receive the kindest response.  How wonderful is our God!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106806970530802928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106806970530802928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806970530802928' title='Praise God!'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106806323902028219</id><published>2003-11-05T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T15:17:53.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Made to Choose</title><summary type='text'>I read today of a Colorado court case in which a mother was given a directive not to expose her child to any "homophopic" teachings.  She is a Christian woman.  This places her in a dilemma of having to choose between raising her child and practicing her faith.If you think this is an isolated case and that this won't affect you as a Christian, think again.  Listen closely to the news.  Hear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106806323902028219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106806323902028219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806323902028219' title='Being Made to Choose'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106790247012156425</id><published>2003-11-03T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:48:34.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Provide</title><summary type='text'>Today I found out that my paycheck was short--short by a significant amount.  Aaaaarg!  This is one of the many mishaps that have happened with regard to my getting paid over the last 12 months.  First, a company disputed charges for my hours worked on an invoice.  They still haven't paid us.  We are in the litigation process on this one.  Second, a company paid on invoices due after 90 days of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106790247012156425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106790247012156425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106790247012156425' title='You Will Provide'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106764102965880166</id><published>2003-10-31T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T13:24:38.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Heaven's Eyes</title><summary type='text'>I've watched the movie "Prince of Egypt" a dozen times or more on DVD with my two young sons.  I enjoy it equally as much or more than the kids.  Each time I take away a little more.  Some thought of how it applies to my life strikes me, and I am forever changed.The last time I saw it, I remember distinctly Jethro giving Moses a lesson in purpose, specifically God's purpose for him.  Is a stone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106764102965880166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106764102965880166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106764102965880166' title='Through Heaven&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106746557599153431</id><published>2003-10-29T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T17:13:15.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Me Up for a Make-over</title><summary type='text'>Have you heard of the "Movie and a Make-over" on TBS Superstation?  Well, today is the day I sign up.I was looking at myself in the mirror as I combed my hair this morning and I realized I have had long hair since high school.  I need to start thinking about what "looks my age".  Heaven knows it's probably long overdue.  Some of the clothes in my closet date back to college, and I still wear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106746557599153431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106746557599153431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106746557599153431' title='Sign Me Up for a Make-over'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106738575632121872</id><published>2003-10-28T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T17:07:36.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><summary type='text'>I feel lost in the overwhelming amount of information coming at me from all directions in my second day at my new job.  The new job is a great relief for me, having given up the life of an independent consultant for this new quest as a permanent employee.  I have the security of knowing how much my next paycheck will be and when it will arrive.  For the last year I have been at the mercy of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106738575632121872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106738575632121872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106738575632121872' title='New Job'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106701295770706423</id><published>2003-10-24T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T11:29:17.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, My Friend</title><summary type='text'>I am a different personbecause of you, my friend.You gave me confidenceI didn't know I had.You showed me my voicethat I might speak my mind.How many times did Ibring you my troubles?How many times did youlisten intently?I saw in your eyeshow much you cared.I heard in your voiceheartfelt compassion.In your mild-mannered wayyou gave me what I needed,a shoulder to cry on,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106701295770706423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106701295770706423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106701295770706423' title='Thank You, My Friend'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106693468252932808</id><published>2003-10-23T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T13:44:42.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Julie</title><summary type='text'>Today I found out that a friend of mine passed away.  Her name was Julie.  She had a heart attack last night and died unexpectedly.I can hear her laugh.  I can see her smile.  I cannot believe that I won't have an opportunity to see her smile and hear her laugh again.  I will miss her kindness.  I will miss her insight.The memories I have of Julie will always be with me.  She used to come to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106693468252932808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106693468252932808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106693468252932808' title='Memories of Julie'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106683823800208453</id><published>2003-10-22T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T11:57:52.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cheers for Lawmakers!</title><summary type='text'>Once again lawmakers have passed a bill banning partial-birth abortion.  Their perserverance is notable and commendable.  This time their bill will be signed by a president with a moral compass pointing in the right direction.  It is a step in the direction that I hope will lead to an end of the murder of innocent babies in the U.S.Although the partial birth abortion ban will be law, it faces </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106683823800208453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106683823800208453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106683823800208453' title='Three Cheers for Lawmakers!'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106677024460817434</id><published>2003-10-21T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T11:53:50.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth to varying degrees?</title><summary type='text'>Is there such a thing as a varying degree of truth?  I suppose that depends on what "is" is.This thought has loomed in my mind for the last couple of years.  There is the truth, and there is falsehood.  There are not degrees of truth, but only one truth.It is a horrendous thing that is happening to General Boykin, being taken to task for his beliefs.  Those taking him to task are the ones who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106677024460817434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106677024460817434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106677024460817434' title='Truth to varying degrees?'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106669219176450838</id><published>2003-10-20T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T18:23:11.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a good person?</title><summary type='text'>Are you a good person?  I'd have answered "yes" to that question not many years ago.  I would like to tell you why I would answer no to it now.There is a radio show host in the Twin Cities who does a piece on his talk show where he interviews people "on the street" to find out where they stand in their spiritual walk.  One of the first questions he poses to people is "Are you a good person?"  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106669219176450838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106669219176450838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106669219176450838' title='Are you a good person?'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106640423717281722</id><published>2003-10-17T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T18:09:34.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Takes Me Home</title><summary type='text'>Friday is poetry day at B's Ramblings.  Here's the latest of my poems entitled Autumn Takes Me Home.cool and crispred apples hanging low from the brancha canopy of yellowish orange and brownish redcozy contentment wrapped in a sweateru-rah-rahcheering on padded and sweaty young menmarching to the boom-boom of the bass drumand the rat-a-tat-tat of the snaregiving thanksdrooling over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106640423717281722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106640423717281722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106640423717281722' title='Autumn Takes Me Home'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951005.post-106631899027920360</id><published>2003-10-16T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T10:21:12.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For whom do you vote and why</title><summary type='text'>Did you see the Whoopi show this week?  (The one where Bush stops to use her bathroom.)  Does it frighten anyone else besides me that a whole race of people can be counted on to vote a certain way in an election?  That candidates don't have to work to prove themselves and earn their votes?  This show should be a prompting to review our own selection processes.  What is the selection process you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106631899027920360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951005/posts/default/106631899027920360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-blog.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106631899027920360' title='For whom do you vote and why'/><author><name>Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458821746126860381</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></entry></feed>
