<?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-2758668994300109290</id><updated>2012-01-30T20:19:13.717-06:00</updated><category term='c'/><title type='text'>UPWARD POINT</title><subtitle type='html'>Things are looking up and locking in!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6672947888467068410</id><published>2011-04-12T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:50:27.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan makes Jesus the Boss of her Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZmt4PYmW00/TaSCocB19pI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uxH_lZjLPh8/s1600/themessage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZmt4PYmW00/TaSCocB19pI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uxH_lZjLPh8/s320/themessage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594740268331300498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, Morgan and I prayed together. She prayed to make Jesus the Boss of her Life. I was so proud of her. Ah, there is just something about that child-like faith. The smile that was on her face was priceless. I will not forget that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few years now Morgan had been asking questions. She wanted to be baptized! Why did she want to be baptized? She had an answer, but she was not quite there. Now, after a little time has passed...she knows the answers. And she has asked Jesus to come into her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture provided is from Morgan's door. It says..."Don't lie...The Message is God!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6672947888467068410?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6672947888467068410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6672947888467068410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6672947888467068410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6672947888467068410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2011/04/morgan-makes-jesus-boss-of-her-life.html' title='Morgan makes Jesus the Boss of her Life...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZmt4PYmW00/TaSCocB19pI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uxH_lZjLPh8/s72-c/themessage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1645785684814775222</id><published>2010-11-05T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:25:26.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TNQTqtYoGsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/eYj1xrQhFkk/s1600/Lt.+Governor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TNQTqtYoGsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/eYj1xrQhFkk/s320/Lt.+Governor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536071466403502786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family attended my brother's Election Watch Party Tuesday night, and what a night it was. We all waited patiently as all the numbers were being crunched from all over the State. There were plenty of snacks on hand to help us get through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends from all over the State attended the event. I was surprised to see my cousins from Tulsa, Oklahoma. Stephanie, Stacy, Cindy, and her husband Tim all attended. I had not seen them in so long it was a welcomed surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night went on, the election went back and forth...51-49, 50-50, and even 53-47! Then the race tightened up again. I had friends text, or call asking me how it was looking. The truth be known...it was close. Finally, around 2:30 am Wednesday morning, Mark came to the podium and said that he was ahead at that time, and by the projection of votes that were left to be counted, that it looked as if he would win. He asked for everyone to go to bed and get some sleep, because it was going to take a long time to count the remaining votes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Noon, Mark told me over the phone that the AP, and the Arkansas Democrat Gazette had declared him the winner! Amazing! I would not have missed this for the World! During this whole process, I came to a better respect of those running for political office. My brother campaigned hard for this race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone that believed in my brother. So many helped spread his name throughout the State. So many pitched in...Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I would like to say...I am proud of my brother! I know many thought he had no chance in this race. But, he kept going. Yes, I am proud of him, and I know our Dad would be as well. I am sure he is proud in Heaven. None of this has quite sunk in yet, but my brother will soon be the next Lieutenant Governor of Arkansas! What a night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1645785684814775222?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1645785684814775222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1645785684814775222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1645785684814775222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1645785684814775222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-night.html' title='What a Night!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TNQTqtYoGsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/eYj1xrQhFkk/s72-c/Lt.+Governor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-5180232893165343103</id><published>2010-07-29T12:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:57:10.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems like Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TFHA0EtAuFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/QivyZCONA0o/s1600/fries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TFHA0EtAuFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/QivyZCONA0o/s320/fries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499388620844349522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is, but today reminds me of Friday.  I just feel like I have been through a whole week already, and the weekend should be about to start. But, it is only Thursday. Maybe it is the 4-day work weeks I have had recently with holidays and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, that is how it seems on this end. I asked one of my co-workers and she said it felt like Friday too. Well, I guess we can dream. Friday is almost here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-5180232893165343103?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5180232893165343103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=5180232893165343103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5180232893165343103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5180232893165343103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2010/07/seems-like-friday.html' title='Seems like Friday...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TFHA0EtAuFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/QivyZCONA0o/s72-c/fries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-2755648088578491849</id><published>2010-07-14T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:01:54.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day at the mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TD3RI5NuGAI/AAAAAAAAAd4/SHzhw8wU2aA/s1600/diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TD3RI5NuGAI/AAAAAAAAAd4/SHzhw8wU2aA/s320/diamond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493777071189399554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to go to the Crater of Diamonds State Park. I finally got my wish as our family and the Butlers made the trek there this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I always wanted to go? I probably have been under the delusion that diamonds were just sitting there for my picking.  I am not saying I did not have fun, but it is a lot of work. There were many people there too...chasing their dreams of finding the big one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not find any diamonds that day, but we did have fun! The kids got to play in the mud, as you can see in the picture.  They also got to play in the small water park they have there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I may take one more trip there, dig a little, and find the big one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-2755648088578491849?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2755648088578491849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=2755648088578491849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2755648088578491849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2755648088578491849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-another-day-at-mine.html' title='Just another day at the mine...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TD3RI5NuGAI/AAAAAAAAAd4/SHzhw8wU2aA/s72-c/diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6989796515996435612</id><published>2010-07-01T14:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:44:27.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TCzviHQdstI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Rau7rhCbemA/s1600/paradise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TCzviHQdstI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Rau7rhCbemA/s400/paradise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489025415200486098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach has been a special place for our family. Since I have been married, we have went there every year except the year Hurricane Dennis came to town. We were scheduled to arrive the day Dennis hit shore. The result...Beach trip cancelled. That year was an active hurricane season. You might remember another hurricane hitting that same year - Katrina? Yeah, I thought so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left this year, there was a little anxiety due to the BP Oil situation in the Gulf. It seemed like we called the condominium every day checking the beach conditions. The truth be known, we love Destin so much that we decided we were going to go no matter what. And I am glad we did! We experienced great weather, the water was beautiful where we were, and we did not see once trace or sign of oil while we were there! We were blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil was on our mind while we were there. I am not going to lie to you about that. But, it took a back seat to the fun we had while there. We went to "The Track" and rode Go-Karts. Lizzie Kate got to ride for the first time on the "Wild Woody." The "Wild Woody" is a wooden go-kart track. We love that one. The Harborwalk is an attraction we experienced for the first time. Every Thursday night they shoot fireworks over the Bay. As you can see the girls had fun with birds on that visit as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TCzss6P-gPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qktHCPwlUco/s1600/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TCzss6P-gPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qktHCPwlUco/s200/fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489022302152458482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TCzrfeOBHXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/PYtct9HDnSM/s1600/bird3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489020971778121074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TCzrfeOBHXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/PYtct9HDnSM/s200/bird3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TCzre0zf2bI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bnav_mHaC8g/s1600/bird1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489020960661035442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TCzre0zf2bI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bnav_mHaC8g/s200/bird1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so glad we were not scared off by the oil scare. It will be a shame if this crisis ruins one of the places we love. You see so many people that feel the same way. They also have been going to Destin for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to get acclimated back to home life. What is the hardest thing for me? "What do you mean I can't wear flip-flops to work?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6989796515996435612?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6989796515996435612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6989796515996435612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6989796515996435612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6989796515996435612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-from-beach.html' title='Back from the Beach...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/TCzviHQdstI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Rau7rhCbemA/s72-c/paradise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-2627273056040948817</id><published>2010-05-28T09:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:21:13.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Papa...</title><content type='html'>Like most parents I know, I am blessed to have great children. In my case, I am blessed to have two great girls! Both girls reached some achievements worth noting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S__ZOEsDGFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SlQ7p_RqgQk/s1600/gameball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476334507705702482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S__ZOEsDGFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SlQ7p_RqgQk/s320/gameball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie-Kate got another hit. I was proud of that, but her big achievement of the night was that she scored her first run ever in T-ball! I witnessed her score from the first base coaching box. In the process, I had to keep the other runners running on the base paths. But, as I looked back toward the first base line, much to my amazement...Here came Lizzie-Kate again!!! After she scored she took off again toward first! That was so hilarious! I am proud of her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S__bxU9BVzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EBenS8LAk3c/s1600/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476337312390534962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S__bxU9BVzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EBenS8LAk3c/s320/award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to Morgan! For the second year in a row, Morgan received a reading award. I am amazed at the knowledge kids today have. I see the books Morgan brings home, and I know she loves to read. Why can't I have that same desire to read? When I do read, I enjoy it. But, taking the time to read is another matter! I pray that she keeps her desire to read and learn. Morgan I am proud of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am proud of both my girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-2627273056040948817?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2627273056040948817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=2627273056040948817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2627273056040948817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2627273056040948817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2010/05/proud-papa.html' title='Proud Papa...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S__ZOEsDGFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SlQ7p_RqgQk/s72-c/gameball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1419620173123282319</id><published>2010-04-26T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:00:23.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes from the Back Seat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S9XwoLZhVeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xpWFrzMgQao/s1600/twogirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464538295929230818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S9XwoLZhVeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xpWFrzMgQao/s320/twogirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was driving my two girls to school today, Morgan had a revelation. In another four days, it would be my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lizzie Kate said, "I want to give you my heart Dad." Morgan said, "I want to buy you some clothes and a gift card. Do you have an Ipod?" Then they both started planning my birthday party and trying to figure out who would be on the guest list! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed to have two caring girls that love their Dad. I told them they were my birthday present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1419620173123282319?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1419620173123282319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1419620173123282319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1419620173123282319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1419620173123282319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-wishes-from-back-seat.html' title='Birthday Wishes from the Back Seat...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S9XwoLZhVeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xpWFrzMgQao/s72-c/twogirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7429582168977558858</id><published>2010-03-12T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:45:35.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination...</title><content type='html'>I can say I have been busy...there is nothing to write about...But, we know that is not true, especially there is nothing to write about.  We had two or three snow events, and my Mom came home from the hospital after a pneumonia scare.   She was on a ventilator for quite a few days and the doctors did not give us much hope on her making it.  But, the Lord and those who prayed for my Mom had other ideas.  We have such a Great God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep this Blog going.  I guess I have just not been in the right frame of mind lately! Hopefully, I can get back in the swing of things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7429582168977558858?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7429582168977558858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7429582168977558858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7429582168977558858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7429582168977558858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2010/03/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1672463876704590562</id><published>2010-02-10T11:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:05:05.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I know how God Heals you up."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S3LyGxjz5_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/AMMco6yyZcg/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436673898386286578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S3LyGxjz5_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/AMMco6yyZcg/s320/barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night before Lizzie Kate said her prayers, she told me something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I know how God Heals you up." I said how is that? Her answer..."God touches you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+8%3A40-48&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Luke 8:40-48 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1672463876704590562?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1672463876704590562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1672463876704590562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1672463876704590562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1672463876704590562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-how-god-heals-you-up.html' title='&quot;I know how God Heals you up.&quot;'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/S3LyGxjz5_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/AMMco6yyZcg/s72-c/barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3569748961281108738</id><published>2010-02-01T15:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:50:31.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Found an Old Cartoon I Wanted to Share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0PfK_DN5f0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0PfK_DN5f0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3569748961281108738?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3569748961281108738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3569748961281108738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3569748961281108738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3569748961281108738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2010/02/found-old-cartoon-i-wanted-to-share.html' title='Found an Old Cartoon I Wanted to Share...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3221700561983895201</id><published>2010-01-04T10:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:17:40.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Hardest things to understand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.exoduspodcasts.com/Audio/CDImages/Thumbnails/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 465px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.exoduspodcasts.com/Audio/CDImages/Thumbnails/heaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest things for us to understand, is the timing of someone taken from us here on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks or so, I have witnessed two people pass away untimely, ages 24, and 33.  One left two young children.  I know we are not supposed to ask why?  But, it is hard sometime. If we wonder that, what are the families thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just have to be a tower of support for them, and continue to lift them up in prayer.  One of the family members told me..."She is in a better place."  No matter how hard it is to say that, it is true. By all accounts both of these went on to be with the Lord. That is our great hope we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared the following song with a sister of one of those that went to Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTBaisNU7S8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTBaisNU7S8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just shows we need to be prepared.  Live each day like it is your last. Tell those you love you love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3221700561983895201?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3221700561983895201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3221700561983895201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3221700561983895201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3221700561983895201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-hardest-things-to-understand.html' title='One of the Hardest things to understand...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7285743907693408349</id><published>2009-12-31T13:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:53:47.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sz0BG_cvnoI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZPawMw-8ETU/s1600-h/whitechristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sz0BG_cvnoI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZPawMw-8ETU/s320/whitechristmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421490746046783106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances on getting a White Christmas?  Well, it happened this year...but, we were out of town!  All we got is rain, rain, and more rain!  So, basically we were at the wrong place at the wrong time.  My Dad probably said it best. He used to say, "Knowing my luck...when my ship came in, I will probably be at the airport!"  Well, that is kind of how I felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was wondering if there would be any snow left when we got home.  I am proud to report we had a White Christmas too as you can see in the picture I have supplied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great Christmas...and I wish you a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7285743907693408349?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7285743907693408349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7285743907693408349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7285743907693408349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7285743907693408349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sz0BG_cvnoI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZPawMw-8ETU/s72-c/whitechristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-9110630969593252120</id><published>2009-12-15T15:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:03:46.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Cookie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SygHqmYy_VI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Mwe0zfApv-Y/s1600-h/fortune+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SygHqmYy_VI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Mwe0zfApv-Y/s400/fortune+cookie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415586980353473874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got Chinese take out for lunch. Don't tell Kelley! I am supposed to be saving money and not eat out as much during lunch. So, our little secret!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, my Fortune Cookie read..."In silence man can most readily preserve his integrity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-9110630969593252120?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/9110630969593252120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=9110630969593252120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/9110630969593252120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/9110630969593252120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/12/fortune-cookie.html' title='Fortune Cookie...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SygHqmYy_VI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Mwe0zfApv-Y/s72-c/fortune+cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4558732689671687084</id><published>2009-12-15T12:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:21:57.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"She Did Great!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SyfTtt06fmI/AAAAAAAAAcY/AnZhuxcfQKM/s1600-h/mom+at+reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SyfTtt06fmI/AAAAAAAAAcY/AnZhuxcfQKM/s320/mom+at+reunion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415529859285417570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know my Mom was to have surgery yesterday. Over the past week, my Mom had been so sick...and I am sure anxious on having her surgery. I would be also. To be honest, she really had doubts if she would be able to survive the surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many of you praying for her. I received phone calls, text messages, emails, and even notes on Facebook..."Praying for your Mom and family." That means so much for anyone going through an event like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over two hours, our family visited in the waiting area when we were asked to meet with the doctor in a small conference room. We walked down a long hallway...in my mind thinking and praying for my Mom. As we sat down in the conference room, the door slowly opened and the doctor walked in..."She did great!", she said. EXHALE! What a relief. God is so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am hearing she may be leaving the hospital today. Wow! Hard to believe. Thank you Lord...and thank you for those that kept her and us in their prayers. God is Good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4558732689671687084?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4558732689671687084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4558732689671687084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4558732689671687084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4558732689671687084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-did-great.html' title='&quot;She Did Great!&quot;'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SyfTtt06fmI/AAAAAAAAAcY/AnZhuxcfQKM/s72-c/mom+at+reunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4589923808212939676</id><published>2009-12-02T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:15:57.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Deer, and Getting the Monkey Off My Back - All in One Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SxagoW4nAQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/m2tUzBYEuJQ/s1600-h/firstdeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SxagoW4nAQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/m2tUzBYEuJQ/s320/firstdeer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410688617530458370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been much of a hunter. Ok, I have never been a hunter. Are you happy now? Anyway, my father-in-law has been working with me as sort of a project to form me into a hunter. I believe this made the third year he has taken me deer hunting. Every year I have taken shots with the result...NO DEER! Would this year be different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 26, 2009, at 8:50 a.m., this all changed when I killed my first deer ever, a doe. I could not believe it. For awhile there, I thought I would be an ammunition company's best friend - Keep shooting...use those bullets...No results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shot I took was from about 70 yards. To be honest, when I first shot I did not believe I hit her by the reaction of the deer. But, upon further inspection, we found a blood trail that led us some 50 yards or so into the woods. There we found my first deer! Ah, the thrill of the hunt...the Fruits of my labor! The monkey is finally off my back! I killed a deer! Me...the great hunter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want my next deer. The Christmas hunt is coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4589923808212939676?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4589923808212939676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4589923808212939676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4589923808212939676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4589923808212939676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-deer-and-getting-monkey-off-my.html' title='My First Deer, and Getting the Monkey Off My Back - All in One Day!!!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SxagoW4nAQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/m2tUzBYEuJQ/s72-c/firstdeer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-2741267531848169636</id><published>2009-11-16T12:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:34:25.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Your Kids Grow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thefeltsource.com/BBCoverLarge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 342px;" src="http://www.thefeltsource.com/BBCoverLarge.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know our kids grow up too quick at times.  Where did the years go? Many want their children to stay young for as long as they can.  The truth is your kids will get older.  We did and they will as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are some signs of growth in a child that makes you feel proud. Case in point...Morgan. In the morning I take both girls to school.  Recently, Morgan has been reading to Lizzie Kate from "The Beginner's Bible."  Little does she know, she is also reading to me.  Morgan said, "I am up to page 86! Isn't that good dad?"  I told her, "That's great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud she is reading well, but I am more proud that she is reading from a Children's Bible.  It is a win-win situation.  Lizzie Kate listens as Morgan reads. I hear her mention names that Morgan read.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe Dad needs to read his Bible more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-2741267531848169636?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2741267531848169636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=2741267531848169636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2741267531848169636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2741267531848169636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-your-kids-grow.html' title='Watching Your Kids Grow...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-8884759908328814123</id><published>2009-11-11T14:58:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:14:49.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Calculator...Black Stapler...Black Taco? With pepper jack sauce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SvsorU7xsQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tNb2R1AeFk0/s1600-h/blackcalc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SvsorU7xsQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tNb2R1AeFk0/s320/blackcalc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402956902779957506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SvsorOmFVLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/o0oqaZIiRQM/s1600-h/blacktaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SvsorOmFVLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/o0oqaZIiRQM/s320/blacktaco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402956901078357170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me in the column as someone who bit on the media blitz from Taco Bell for their new Black Jack Taco...&lt;em&gt;with pepper jack sauce!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I have studied Taco Bell's commercials for some time now.  They have come a long way.  I never understood when the bell went forward why the clanger inside did the same...it should have went backwards.  They have since fixed that problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their new commmercials have been very creative...enough so that they enticed me to try the Black Jack Taco.  &lt;em&gt;I would recommend it...with pepper jack sauce!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-8884759908328814123?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8884759908328814123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=8884759908328814123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8884759908328814123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8884759908328814123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-calculatorblack-staplerblack-taco.html' title='Black Calculator...Black Stapler...Black Taco? With pepper jack sauce...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SvsorU7xsQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tNb2R1AeFk0/s72-c/blackcalc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1310315328087380692</id><published>2009-10-13T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:55:20.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://freepages.misc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~nielsp/233/clipart/scrbeans/htm/analyze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 269px;" src="http://freepages.misc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~nielsp/233/clipart/scrbeans/htm/analyze.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share a funny thing that happened to me last night. As many of you know, Morgan has the flu. She is better tonight, but we did have some issues last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tamiflu she was taking upset her stomach, and she, eh...ok, I will just say it...She vomited, ok! And we did not always hit our mark, so there was clean up involved. If you know anything about us guys, before we clean up a mess we first try to analyze it. I was thinking out loud while looking at it, trying to figure what made Morgan throw up. I said, "What is that?" Lizzie Kate standing by me said just matter of factly, "I think it's vomit." I laughed inside, and told Lizzie Kate..."You know, you are probably right."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1310315328087380692?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1310315328087380692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1310315328087380692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1310315328087380692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1310315328087380692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-that.html' title='What is That?'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-2893889510349691132</id><published>2009-10-12T19:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:34:02.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flu Bug has arrived....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thestayathomemother.com/sites/default/files/u1/bug.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.thestayathomemother.com/sites/default/files/u1/bug.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the flu bug has officially visited our house. Morgan is sick as we speak. She has just been feeling awful. Kelley is on day duty for the first couple of days, and I will officially be on call starting Wednesday morning for the day shift. Pray that none of the rest of us gets this thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I hear, we are not alone. Doctors offices are packed, and the pharmacy business has been doing just fine thank you. As I am writing this, Morgan got sick again. It is definitely true...no one likes seeing their kids sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for her today. She told me, "Dad, I don't like having the flu." I don't like her having it either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-2893889510349691132?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2893889510349691132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=2893889510349691132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2893889510349691132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2893889510349691132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/10/flu-bug-has-arrived.html' title='The Flu Bug has arrived....'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7729764390600945194</id><published>2009-10-09T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:49:50.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SgRuKisTOKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/I7m86RPZyzc/s400/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SgRuKisTOKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/I7m86RPZyzc/s400/dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I know you must be enjoying your time in Heaven. We miss you here on Earth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday...I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1934-2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7729764390600945194?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7729764390600945194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7729764390600945194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7729764390600945194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7729764390600945194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SgRuKisTOKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/I7m86RPZyzc/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7257879033140381975</id><published>2009-10-02T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:37:34.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom is out of the hospital...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SsY6UUVkkzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/yzvM5C-Uaes/s1600-h/mom+at+reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SsY6UUVkkzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/yzvM5C-Uaes/s320/mom+at+reunion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388058124926358322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom finally got out of the hospital last night. She had been in the hospital for about a week and a half.  I could tell she was ready to leave.  She kept getting frustrated over getting tangled up in her oxygen, and IV cords.  Plus the covers and the pillows were never quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those that said prayers, sent flowers, plants, and cards, made visits, etc.  Every act of kindness has been appreciated.  I can see where these things would make a difference to someone in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be home, but still is not feeling the best. Keep her in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7257879033140381975?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7257879033140381975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7257879033140381975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7257879033140381975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7257879033140381975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/10/mom-is-out-of-hospital.html' title='Mom is out of the hospital...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SsY6UUVkkzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/yzvM5C-Uaes/s72-c/mom+at+reunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3698051892519527417</id><published>2009-09-29T12:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:38:39.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philip...Unplugged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://therealmimi.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/unplugged_ad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://therealmimi.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/unplugged_ad1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was different for me. First of all, I left my phone charger at work. We do not have a home phone, only cell phones. So, basically I was without a phone for two days after my phone ran out of juice. The Internet on my computer was also acting up all weekend. So, that form of communication was of no use to me. I guess I should have broke out the 'ol quill pen and oil lamps. Oops, no stamps. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think how we have come so accustomed to having our cell phones, our computers, and yes even our Facebook. We are all in our own little world as we hit the keys on our keyboards. Being without these things, I took notice of how many people have their head glued to their cell phones. Amazing! It is almost comical watching people. It seems like we are texting, calling, or in Facebook all the time. I will be honest, I was having withdrawals and almost bought me another phone charger. Desperate times call for desperate measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ought to try living without these things sometime. Take a weekend like I did. See how it works for you. I am betting you will almost have to check into rehab! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the problem is solved. I returned to work, the phone is fully charged, and I am back into the rat race! I am no longer unplugged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3698051892519527417?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3698051892519527417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3698051892519527417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3698051892519527417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3698051892519527417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/09/philipunplugged.html' title='Philip...Unplugged...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6837706061704851897</id><published>2009-09-21T11:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:05:48.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Walking Through the Jungle and I Saw a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SreuFpUn-pI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/P6z6CuAqL_8/s1600-h/jungle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SreuFpUn-pI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/P6z6CuAqL_8/s400/jungle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383963291559656082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to show off some of the artwork by my youngest daughter Lizzie Kate. This is a piece entitled, "I Was Walking Through the Jungle and I saw a..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie Kate's teacher walked me through the piece. On the top row you will see the following animals...a Giraffe, an Elephant, a Panda Bear, and an Alligator. Then a little lower on the page you will see an Owl, a Butterfly, a Panda Bear, a Lion, and a Monkey. But, the last animal drawn is the one I find the most interesting...a Dead Duck! The "Dead Duck" is the animal in blue, at the bottom-middle of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie Kate's teacher asked her what each animal was, where she could label it on her paper. They got to the last animal. Lizzie Kate was asked what kind of animal is this? Lizzie Kate said it was a Dead Duck. Her teacher wanted to know why she drew a dead duck? Lizzie Kate said, "Duh, the alligator ate it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6837706061704851897?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6837706061704851897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6837706061704851897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6837706061704851897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6837706061704851897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-walking-through-jungle-and-i-saw.html' title='I Was Walking Through the Jungle and I Saw a...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SreuFpUn-pI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/P6z6CuAqL_8/s72-c/jungle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1084834846319225721</id><published>2009-09-11T12:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:49:23.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11-2001...We Will Never Forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jankrentz.com/weblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/remember-9-11-th200.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.jankrentz.com/weblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/remember-9-11-th200.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we will never forget 9-11-2001.  We will never forget where we were, or what we were doing on that day. Eight years ago, so many Americans lost their lives tragically to those who promote hate.  In minutes, lives were changed all over the world.  What a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being at work when I found out a plane had flown into one of the World Trade Center Towers.  I then found out the other tower had been hit.  How can you make any sense of this?  Later, the Pentagon was hit, and yet another plane went down in a field in Pennsylvania.  Our Nation...Our World has never been the same since. It was hard to believe this had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many, I was hanging on every word, every picture I could find.  You prayed for hope...for survivors.  But, good news was hard to find on that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many of you prayed on that day, and the days following the attacks.  You prayed for those families that lost loved ones.  You prayed for our country.  You prayed for our leaders.  Well, you can continue to pray.  Because our nation, our leaders, our troops, still need your prayers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see someone in our Armed Services, tell them you appreciate all they do for our country. Show support to our Fire Fighters and Police Officers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER FORGET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1084834846319225721?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1084834846319225721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1084834846319225721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1084834846319225721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1084834846319225721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/09/9-11-2001we-will-never-forget.html' title='9-11-2001...We Will Never Forget...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-703401717224256103</id><published>2009-09-09T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:52:41.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Psychological Make-up of a Child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/09/19/us/flu_span.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 533px; height: 369px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/09/19/us/flu_span.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I left work early to take both of my girls to the doctor for their flu shots. Lizzie Kate had the option of getting s shot, or she could take the Flu-Mist option. I thought since it was painless, that the Flu-Mist option would be best for her. Morgan took the shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently Kelley had Lizzie Kate psyched up and ready to take the flu shot. After it was over she kept telling me that she wanted the shot. She wanted the shot and a Scooby Doo band-aid. There was nothing I could do about it now. I thought I had done what was best for her, but I guess not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse was nice enough to find a Scooby Doo band-aid for us, but Lizzie still wanted that shot. I thought I made a good decision. Well, I guess this time, Father did not know best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-703401717224256103?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/703401717224256103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=703401717224256103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/703401717224256103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/703401717224256103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/09/psychological-make-up-of-child.html' title='The Psychological Make-up of a Child...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4221620179385574817</id><published>2009-09-08T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:31:39.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Surprising Discovery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sqa_HGBbDbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/zrmAvhwivAo/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sqa_HGBbDbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/zrmAvhwivAo/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379196933537205682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust everyone had a great Labor Day weekend holiday? Kelley, the girls and I headed south to Texas to see her Aunt Diane and her new house. It was also good to see Diane's daughter Natalie, and her husband Damion with Harper, their beautiful baby daughter. Kelley's Mom Sadie was there as well. Throw three dogs in the mix and my girls had a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane also had Jerry Brown and his wife visiting her this weekend from Louisiana. Diane lived there prior to moving to Texas. After talking to Jerry Brown, you find out real quick that he makes friends easy. My daughter Lizzie Kate sure liked him. After Jerry met Lizzie Kate, he told us that he had a niece named Lizzie Kate who was about the same age. Kelley told him that she always thought we were original ones with that name. He said that their Lizzie Kate was Elizabeth Katherine. He said he thought she was born in May. Here is the crazy part! Later, he called and talked to the other Lizzie Kate's mom and found out that they have the same birthday too...May 19th! Can you believe that? And as Paul Harvey used to say..."And now you know the rest of the story!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing discovery! Jerry said it seemed like something out of the "Twilight Zone." We had a great laugh and were all amazed by this new revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure glad we met Jerry and his wife. We would have never known this story if we had not met them. Some things are just meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4221620179385574817?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4221620179385574817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4221620179385574817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4221620179385574817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4221620179385574817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/09/surprising-discovery.html' title='A Surprising Discovery...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sqa_HGBbDbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/zrmAvhwivAo/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4314084415151288119</id><published>2009-09-01T15:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:50:47.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Theology with a 4 year old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tbaptistch.com/images/basic_theology_8w0i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.tbaptistch.com/images/basic_theology_8w0i.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night we had the Lord Supper at our church. During the service, Lizzie Kate wanted me to hold her, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually acted pretty good until it came time to take the Lord Supper. I know the Lord Supper is an important and serious service that should not be taken lightly, but it is also a time when children ask questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is that in your mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;"What are you eating?"&lt;br /&gt;"What is that?" (She asks as she sees the juice in the cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what do you tell a 4 year old who asks these questions? You know what the bread and the cup represents, but talking Theology to a 4 year old can be tough. I finally said it is a cup. She kept asking me the same question, not liking my answer. I finally said it is juice...grape juice. Let's just say, that is not the right thing to tell a 4 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4314084415151288119?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4314084415151288119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4314084415151288119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4314084415151288119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4314084415151288119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/09/talking-theology-with-4-year-old.html' title='Talking Theology with a 4 year old...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-2329982789878978198</id><published>2009-08-31T11:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:42:38.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts and Playing Catch Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk247/BNForum/Daily%20Thoughts/image12b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk247/BNForum/Daily%20Thoughts/image12b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on Earth have I not blogged as much lately? I get tired of saying, "I'm just real busy!" Come on soldier get up and get blogging!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would just put down some thoughts, or some things I tend to ramble about from time to time. Ok, and away we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #1: I think I am going to invest in night vision goggles or glasses. Have you ever tried to walk around in your house at night with no lights on? You tend to find sharp objects, or other things that can test your religion if you happen to walk on them. My latest encounter was last night when I kicked a Gremlin-like creature, which I am sure came from a Happy Meal. Plus, I don't think I would look that scary in goggles???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SpweKlJ6pPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cTsAuCzCsdg/s1600-h/goggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SpweKlJ6pPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cTsAuCzCsdg/s400/goggles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376205222294758642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #2: I am really proud of our Life Group at church. A year or so ago, our Life Group (Sunday School Class) was all but thought dead. But, God had other ideas. God sent John Ciesla and his wife Angel as teachers and the class has taken off. The last two weeks we have had 27, and 24 in attendance. Isn't it amazing what God can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #3: My St. Louis Cardinals are rocking!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #4: And on a sad note...I have been told by a co-worker, Ashley Edwards, that a wirehaired dachshund by the name of Chanel has died this past Friday. Chanel held the Guinness World Record for oldest dog. The dog celebrated her 21st birthday on May 6 – that's 147 in dog years, according to the Guinness Web site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-2329982789878978198?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2329982789878978198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=2329982789878978198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2329982789878978198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2329982789878978198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-thoughts-and-playing-catch-up.html' title='My Thoughts and Playing Catch Up...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk247/BNForum/Daily%20Thoughts/th_image12b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-5049509715462369597</id><published>2009-08-19T15:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:21:15.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SoxeUQN57AI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WdeW999aL2A/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SoxeUQN57AI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WdeW999aL2A/s400/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371772157589842946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to blog more on Morgan's birthday. She had a great party. A white limo took her and her guests to Fort Smith to eat pizza. Everyone had a great time riding in the limo. I did not get to ride in the limo. I failed to make the cut! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SoxcZN7zHHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/D7HurXOJNBE/s1600-h/limo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SoxcZN7zHHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/D7HurXOJNBE/s320/limo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371770043853118578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an outing to eat pizza, Morgan and her entourage returned home for some cake and ice cream. Then of course she opened her presents. I think I am going to see if I can have the same kind of party for my next birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-5049509715462369597?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5049509715462369597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=5049509715462369597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5049509715462369597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5049509715462369597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/08/morgans-birthday.html' title='Morgan&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SoxeUQN57AI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WdeW999aL2A/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6449219086702305199</id><published>2009-08-07T11:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:10:43.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Morgan!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SnxR5TTpAAI/AAAAAAAAAao/Yt-mdWGj8_k/s1600-h/morgy+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SnxR5TTpAAI/AAAAAAAAAao/Yt-mdWGj8_k/s400/morgy+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367254900795834370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to wish a very happy birthday to my oldest daughter Morgan!  Morgan is 7 today.  I hear she has big plans tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan, I hope you have a great time tonight.  I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on her big night tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6449219086702305199?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6449219086702305199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6449219086702305199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6449219086702305199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6449219086702305199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-morgan.html' title='Happy Birthday Morgan!!!!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SnxR5TTpAAI/AAAAAAAAAao/Yt-mdWGj8_k/s72-c/morgy+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3798968417582892902</id><published>2009-08-06T11:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:32:18.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Darr for Lt. Governor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SnsP11Xg2bI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ul9gDVNwx90/s1600-h/ltgovernor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366900798475262386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SnsP11Xg2bI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ul9gDVNwx90/s400/ltgovernor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to invite my vast readership of my blog to visit my brother's website, &lt;a href="http://markdarr.com/"&gt;http://markdarr.com/&lt;/a&gt;. My brother...Mark Darr is running for Lt. Governor of Arkansas in 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Mark's website you will be able to find out more about him and his stance on the issues. And, in the event you need more, and more information of Mark until you just can't stand no more...just kidding! I believe you can get linked up with him on Facebook, and Twitter. Who knows - maybe he will give you a "Tweet." I think there is also a place to donate, or give money to his campaign. Hey, we are sons of a Baptist Minister. You know we would have to pass the plate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I ask is that you look over his website, and get any information you may need on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I wanted to pass this on. Mark is having a Northwest Arkansas kickoff on Sunday August 30th at MAD PIZZA from 4-6pm. Free food and drink!!! Donations will be accepted toward his campaign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3798968417582892902?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3798968417582892902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3798968417582892902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3798968417582892902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3798968417582892902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/08/mark-darr-for-lt-governor.html' title='Mark Darr for Lt. Governor...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SnsP11Xg2bI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ul9gDVNwx90/s72-c/ltgovernor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4123659392816418323</id><published>2009-08-04T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:04:24.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Baby It's Cold Outside"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://healthskills.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/beach_santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px" alt="" src="http://healthskills.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/beach_santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was taking my Mom to meet my sister in Dardanelle. Every month my Mom has her doctor visits, and takes her chemo treatments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In between one of our conversations, I decided to scan the radio stations to listen to some music. For some reason I stopped on a station that was playing..."Baby It's Cold Outside." I started thinking...Baby It's Cold Outside??? I told Mom, "Can you believe they are playing that song as hot as it is outside?" Well, I do not know if I was in the "Twilight Zone", or in a time warp! Because the next songs in succession were..."Silent Night", "White Christmas", and I finally had to change the station after "I'll Be Home for Christmas" came on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either someone was in a deep state of confusion, or they were playing a cruel joke on someone. I changed the station, moved on down the road, and turned down the air conditioning. Suddenly I felt a little chill in the air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4123659392816418323?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4123659392816418323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4123659392816418323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4123659392816418323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4123659392816418323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='&quot;Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside&quot;...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-354376067608188517</id><published>2009-08-03T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:49:25.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say a Prayer for Morgan Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Snb44yCRezI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3jCKRcNq82Y/s1600-h/Medal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365749660446194482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Snb44yCRezI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3jCKRcNq82Y/s320/Medal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can, take some time and say a prayer for Morgan today. She has had a hard time after her tonsils and adenoids were removed last week. We have had a struggle getting her to eat, or drink anything. She is afraid she will get sick any time she eats anything. Psychology is definitely at play here! If anyone tells you this is an easy surgery for a young child...DO NOT BELIEVE THEM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-354376067608188517?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/354376067608188517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=354376067608188517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/354376067608188517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/354376067608188517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/08/say-prayer-for-morgan-today.html' title='Say a Prayer for Morgan Today...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Snb44yCRezI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3jCKRcNq82Y/s72-c/Medal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3302751043775960876</id><published>2009-08-02T19:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:43:52.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes now cost a quarter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SnYyOOCZqdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CbdztPlC9xc/s1600-h/lizziehog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365531225926248914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SnYyOOCZqdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CbdztPlC9xc/s400/lizziehog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you have been told, we are now in a "recession." Even though some things have went down in price, many items have increased in price. If you have read some of my posts on Facebook, you know I have had a little fun talking about the price of bananas - Which I might add are still .64 cents a pound at a Wal-Mart near you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have learned something new from Lizzie Kate. The "Caker" and I went to the local Chinese restaurant for some take out. Immediately, upon entering the restaurant, Lizzie Kate asked for a quarter. I figured she wanted a gumball, so I gave her one. But, she did not want a gumball...she wanted to "make a wish!" Now, normally I am better prepared when we go to places that have "wishing wells." I try to have plenty of pennies in my pocket for just that reason. I do at times hand out nickels and dimes for wishes, but quarters? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to our visit today, I thought I would let everyone know that "wishes" are not immune to the recession we are having. Wishes will now cost you a quarter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3302751043775960876?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3302751043775960876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3302751043775960876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3302751043775960876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3302751043775960876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/08/wishes-now-cost-quarter.html' title='Wishes now cost a quarter!!!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SnYyOOCZqdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CbdztPlC9xc/s72-c/lizziehog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6475712846493792996</id><published>2009-07-24T09:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:21:10.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Go Back in Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SmnQq0YlYwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7mRpNKX5Itw/s1600-h/anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362046265396126466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SmnQq0YlYwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7mRpNKX5Itw/s400/anniversary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever thought, "If I could go back in time - I would have done something else, or done that differently?" The other day while driving to work a scary thing happened...I started to think. (Insert laughter here.) I started to think...Wouldn't it be neat to go back in time and see events that took place in my father's life? Things I would have loved to have seen... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love to see various scenes of him growing up as a kid. To see what shaped him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To see the era he grew up in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would have loved to have seen when he surrendered to the ministry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would have loved to heard his first sermon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To see Mom and Dad's Wedding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those were just some of the things I thought of as I was driving to work. Not sure what triggered me to have those thoughts, but I enjoyed them to tell the truth. None of us can go back in time to do things differently. But, I guess we can daydream a little and wonder how things took place.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now...Back to the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6475712846493792996?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6475712846493792996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6475712846493792996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6475712846493792996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6475712846493792996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-could-go-back-in-time.html' title='If I Could Go Back in Time...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SmnQq0YlYwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7mRpNKX5Itw/s72-c/anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-8944961117583991184</id><published>2009-07-14T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:55:39.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Like I Have Never Seen...</title><content type='html'>I have always been a news junkie.  I feel like it is always best to be informed on what is going on in the world around you.  But, I am almost to the point that I want to take a break from watching the news.  One word...Depressing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the news is filled with people losing their jobs, their homes, families falling apart, etc. I received an email from a friend named Jessie. He has just been told that his job was being eliminated.  He has been with his company for 12 years!  I cannot imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep the Winters family in your prayers!  My prayer is that God will open a door quicker than the one that closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Heal our Land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Chronicles 7:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-8944961117583991184?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8944961117583991184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=8944961117583991184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8944961117583991184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8944961117583991184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/07/times-like-i-have-never-seen.html' title='Times Like I Have Never Seen...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7545226343002052332</id><published>2009-07-01T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:45:29.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://themaclawyer.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/08/24/time_flies.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 240px;" src="http://themaclawyer.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/08/24/time_flies.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the time went?  Time truly does fly!  Just wanted to post a few things that has happened in my absence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan's t-ball team the Cheetah Girls came in second place this year.  They finished up with an epic battle with the Razorbacks.  The game went into extra innings before ending in a tie...20-20!  Congratulations to the Cheetah Girls and Morgan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from visiting Destin again.  Kelley's parents and sister went with us this year.  The first two days were murder heat-wise...as was the case for most of the South during that same stretch.  But, the water was unbelievable!  I have never seen it so clear!  What was surprising is how cool the water was.  When you first got in there the water made you stand up, but then it felt great once you got used to it!  We all had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also would like for you to keep a friend of mine in your prayers.  His name is Jeb Baldwin.  He has been deployed and will be away from his family for some time.  Keep him and all of our Armed Service Members in your prayers daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be a better blogger in the days ahead.  Peace...out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7545226343002052332?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7545226343002052332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7545226343002052332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7545226343002052332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7545226343002052332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-8568079166684492464</id><published>2009-06-08T16:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:15:16.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Thought on T-Ball...</title><content type='html'>Yes, patience is a virtue.  Coaching t-ball reminded me of a scripture in the Bible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 1:19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may come in handy when I think the umpire blows a call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-8568079166684492464?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8568079166684492464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=8568079166684492464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8568079166684492464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8568079166684492464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-thought-on-t-ball.html' title='Another Thought on T-Ball...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4733161818682196258</id><published>2009-06-05T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:02:24.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have learned while coaching t-ball...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s400/first+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s400/first+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to realize a few things while coaching t-ball this year... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each player is in their own little world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to see things that make you happy, smile, and make you laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The coaches are more into it than the players.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Homerun does not have to go that far.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of the time 5 runs is easier to get than 3 outs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Players like to kick dirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Players like to give you "five."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patience is a virtue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes everything seems like it is in slow motion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is not the Major Leagues...even though we (coaches) treat it that way sometime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, no matter what...you want to always make them (the players) feel like they won!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4733161818682196258?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4733161818682196258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4733161818682196258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4733161818682196258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4733161818682196258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-have-learned-while-coaching-t.html' title='Things I have learned while coaching t-ball...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s72-c/first+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1071471783752584522</id><published>2009-05-27T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:10:16.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's More than just about winning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s400/first+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s400/first+game.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at Morgan's t-ball game, I had one of those "proud to be a father" moments...really the entire game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is on an all-girl team, the Cheetah Girls. Last night they played an all boy team called the Razorbacks. The Razorbacks came out hitting and put 5 quick runs on the board. It looked like it was going to be a long night. I think I heard a few people say, "We are not in the same league." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, after that, the Cheetah Girls gave the Razorbacks a run for their money. They played hard the whole night before finally losing 14-12. I was really proud of every girl's effort even in losing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the "proud to be a father part." Morgan came up to bat...brought the bat back and forth eyeing the ball. Then, she took her swing and hit it toward third base. The pitcher picked up the ball and fired to first. Morgan would have beat the throw anyway, but the ball got away from the first baseman. I was coaching first base, and once the throw got away, I said..."Go, go, go, go, go!" It was like it was all in slow motion at that moment. As Morgan was heading toward second base, I saw her looking back at me. She reached second with me yelling..."Go on! Go on! Go on! Morgan rounded second and headed to third. The Razorbacks threw the ball to their third baseman...it got away...With a slight delay Morgan then headed toward home! In a foot race she was safe! Safe at the plate! She rounded the bases. A "t-ball" Homerun! Holy Cow! How big did my head swell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Ciesla told my wife that I would be able to live off of that for a long time! You know, she is right! I was proud of Morgan, but I was also proud for every girl on that team last night. Last night every girl played their hearts out against probably a more superior team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure they did not win the game, but it's more than just about winning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1071471783752584522?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1071471783752584522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1071471783752584522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1071471783752584522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1071471783752584522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-more-than-just-about-winning.html' title='It&apos;s More than just about winning...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s72-c/first+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3063822002841592063</id><published>2009-05-26T12:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:13:49.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Visit to St. Louis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My brother and I left Northwest Arkansas at 6 a.m. Saturday and made our way to St. Louis to see the Cardinals. Mark ran into someone at the gas station that sold us some tickets for the Saturday game...padded seats mind you. We already had tickets for Sunday's game thanks to the generosity of my wife Kelley, but we wanted to take in another game while we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Shwv0i5WxkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TFRZFYUaRnc/s1600-h/ballpark+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Shwv0i5WxkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TFRZFYUaRnc/s400/ballpark+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340195837921642050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first game the Cardinals blanked the Royals 5 to 0. The second game...not so lucky. I believe the Royals won 3-2. I tend to forget the score when the Cardinals lose. We had good seats for both games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShwviHns2jI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UmlTk-IPuYU/s1600-h/MrSix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340195521362188850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShwviHns2jI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UmlTk-IPuYU/s400/MrSix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met an interesting character attending the Sunday game. Mr. Six with Six Flags was there. He has a very interesting dance and entertained the fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LU2yt6wOoK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LU2yt6wOoK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3063822002841592063?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3063822002841592063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3063822002841592063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3063822002841592063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3063822002841592063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-visit-to-st-louis.html' title='My Visit to St. Louis...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Shwv0i5WxkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TFRZFYUaRnc/s72-c/ballpark+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-2051766357605150503</id><published>2009-05-22T16:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:30:58.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Present...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/missouri/images/s/missouri-busch-stadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/missouri/images/s/missouri-busch-stadium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend my brother and I are going to St. Louis. We are going to see our beloved Cardinals play the Kansas City Royals at Busch Stadium. This is my birthday present Kelley gave me...two tickets to see a Cardinals game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Kelley gave me the tickets she kept saying, "Now, I do not want to go. I want you to ask your brother if he will go with you." Well, I was not about to fall for this "trick." I guess I asked Kelley if she was sure she did not want to go about a million times before I asked my brother to go. Thank you Kelley for the great gift!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know many of you are doing things during the Memorial Day weekend. I pray that everyone of you be safe in all you do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-2051766357605150503?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2051766357605150503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=2051766357605150503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2051766357605150503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2051766357605150503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-birthday-present.html' title='My Birthday Present...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-166858699796774435</id><published>2009-05-19T13:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:27:29.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lizzie Kate!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShL5nthbFlI/AAAAAAAAAZY/b-fgo75lz94/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337602969017456210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShL5nthbFlI/AAAAAAAAAZY/b-fgo75lz94/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very special day...it is Lizzie Kate's birthday. Lizzie Kate is now 4 years old. It is hard to believe that she is already 4. She has been a tough little girl growing up. She like Morgan, has my heart. I love them like any good father would love his children. I have been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelley took some cupcakes and treat bags to Lizzie Kate's daycare, and they had a little party. Lizzie Kate has been wanting those cupcakes all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShL5S7SBR8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/w4vDrbZhKR4/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337602611933693890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShL5S7SBR8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/w4vDrbZhKR4/s320/barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Birthday Lizzie Kate!!! I love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-166858699796774435?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/166858699796774435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=166858699796774435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/166858699796774435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/166858699796774435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-lizzie-kate.html' title='Happy Birthday Lizzie Kate!!!!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShL5nthbFlI/AAAAAAAAAZY/b-fgo75lz94/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1426527722714539085</id><published>2009-05-18T11:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:00:37.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had fun at the "Minor '09er!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGTo2Rm-PI/AAAAAAAAAYw/aoCeUTaHEOo/s1600-h/Minor+%2709er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGTo2Rm-PI/AAAAAAAAAYw/aoCeUTaHEOo/s200/Minor+%2709er.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337209363384170738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGTosQlc3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dfeZWErPw7k/s1600-h/minor+%2709er2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGTosQlc3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dfeZWErPw7k/s200/minor+%2709er2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337209360695522162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend our family attended a reunion on top of Mt. Magazine, which was dubbed "The Minor '09er. This was on Mom's side of the family. I would estimate we had 100 or more people that attended. It was really great seeing everyone! I saw people I bet that I had not seen in over 30 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Dow did a great job on the "Memory Books." Gary and Alan Davis were the cooks for the event. Great job guys! I loved that brisket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me just say everything is top notch at Mt. Magazine State Park. The views are out of this world. We decided to spend the night in the lodge since my sisters and brother decided to do so. The rooms are very spacious, and again the views. The lodge has an indoor swimming pool and we made good use of it. The restaurant was a little slow, but I think it is because of the number of people we threw at them. The food was good. We were hungry and glad that it finally appeared. While we were eating, I noticed a rainbow had appeared outside. I think everyone in the restaurant went outside to take a picture. That was the highlight of the dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGNM9uCdMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/XblF0xwopHM/s1600-h/rainbow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGNM9uCdMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/XblF0xwopHM/s400/rainbow+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337202287276356802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, the weather turned out great! We had to check out the views one more time before we left. I think Morgan wanted to stop at every overlook on our way home. The weather allowed us to have the the best view possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGS6jgkUMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Ew-FveKUBPg/s1600-h/Mt.Magazine+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGS6jgkUMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Ew-FveKUBPg/s200/Mt.Magazine+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337208568072655042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGS6YedutI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dIYtQEAe6sw/s1600-h/Mt+Magazine+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGS6YedutI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dIYtQEAe6sw/s200/Mt+Magazine+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337208565111044818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that like to take day trips, I would say that Mt. Magazine State Park is worth the drive. You just get a peaceful feeling up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1426527722714539085?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1426527722714539085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1426527722714539085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1426527722714539085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1426527722714539085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-fun-at-minor-09er.html' title='I had fun at the &quot;Minor &apos;09er!&quot;'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ShGTo2Rm-PI/AAAAAAAAAYw/aoCeUTaHEOo/s72-c/Minor+%2709er.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6351202367098276292</id><published>2009-05-13T15:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:17:09.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E.T. Revisited, 27 Years Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://despuesdeldomingo.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/et-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://despuesdeldomingo.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/et-movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a typical night. Lizzie Kate, our resident "night owl", wanted to stay up and watch a little TV before going to bed. Surfing through the channels as I often do, I noticed we were getting HBO for some reason. The classic &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was showing. I pushed the "Info" button to see when the movie was made - 1982! I could not believe it had been 27 years since we first saw that lovable space alien phone home, and say the words, "Ell-i-ot" and "Ouuuuccchhh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lizzie Kate was glued to the television and asking all kinds of questions. "Are his fingers dirty?" "Is he (E.T.) chocolate?" There were more, and I was laughing hysterically inside. Lizzie Kate kept watching until she finally fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning she woke up and the first thing wanted to watch E.T.! When I told her I did not have it, she started crying, saying..."I want to watch E.T.! I want to watch E.T.!" Well, I may be cruising for a bruising, but I bought the movie today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for our household to be watching E.T. many times in the days to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6351202367098276292?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6351202367098276292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6351202367098276292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6351202367098276292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6351202367098276292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/05/et-revisited-27-years-later.html' title='E.T. Revisited, 27 Years Later...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3924189151237049340</id><published>2009-05-08T11:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:50:21.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day my Dad went to Heaven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SgRuKisTOKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/I7m86RPZyzc/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SgRuKisTOKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/I7m86RPZyzc/s400/dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333508986103871650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May 8, 2009, marks eight years since my dad left this earth and went to Heaven. On reflection, this is a bittersweet day. I miss him being here with us, but I know he is in a much better place. A place where there is no more pain, and no more sorrow. My dad is in a place he preached about for so many years.  I bet Heaven is even better than he imagined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never do forget this date, but I will have to admit it did slip up on me a little this year. This morning I had just dropped Morgan off at her school, when I heard the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Finally Home" by Mercy Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; come on the radio. When I heard the lyrics...it hit me...today was May 8th. The lyrics start like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m gonna wrap my arms around my daddy’s neck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell him that I’ve missed him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell him all about the man that I became &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hope that it pleased him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s so much I want to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s so much I want you to know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I finally make it home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I finally make it home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dad lived his life for the Lord. What a Man of God he was! I wish he was here, but then again why would I want to wish him out of Heaven? I think I will have some Mexican food sometime today. That was one of his favorites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3924189151237049340?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3924189151237049340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3924189151237049340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3924189151237049340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3924189151237049340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-my-dad-went-to-heaven.html' title='The Day my Dad went to Heaven...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SgRuKisTOKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/I7m86RPZyzc/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1147315033902936999</id><published>2009-04-30T16:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:18:08.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Morgan T-Ball Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s400/first+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s400/first+game.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have kids, and we all have funny stories to tell about them. We have also heard that "kids say the darnedest things." Well, my kids are no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelley was driving Morgan to her first t-ball game the other night, when Morgan said, "Mom, can we eat at the Confession Stand tonight after the game?" I mean, do we ask for forgiveness for that which we buy right then? Well, you know what they say? "Confession is good for the soul!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1147315033902936999?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1147315033902936999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1147315033902936999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1147315033902936999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1147315033902936999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-more-morgan-t-ball-story.html' title='One More Morgan T-Ball Story...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s72-c/first+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4231049129431520767</id><published>2009-04-29T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:35:36.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheetah Girls and Morgan win their 1st Tee-Ball Game!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s1600-h/first+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s400/first+game.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330137396502102594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, memories...It has been a long time since I have hung around a ballpark. Last night brought back a lot of memories, and it involved a game I love - Baseball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this was Morgan's first ever t-ball game, you would have thought that she had played this game forever the way she looked in her uniform. As I was walking her to her field, I asked her if she was pumped! Morgan said, "What does that mean?" Are you fired up I said! "Yes" Morgan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cheetah girls scored 5 quick runs and never looked back as they won 15-11! Needless to say Dad was proud. Morgan played 2nd base, and also pitcher. She got a hit every time she batted. Yes, she plays the game the way her dad used to! Well, truth be known she is probably better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan's team may not win every game, but I will still be proud of her. I am glad she likes to play the game I love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4231049129431520767?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4231049129431520767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4231049129431520767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4231049129431520767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4231049129431520767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheetah-girls-and-morgan-win-their-1st.html' title='Cheetah Girls and Morgan win their 1st Tee-Ball Game!!!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SfhzuMqIgkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/V3WXiXmxQ0Q/s72-c/first+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4299982970579840599</id><published>2009-04-21T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:33:46.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You talk about being busy...</title><content type='html'>The other day I started thinking about what I have planned in the next couple of months. This weekend I have "Relay for Life", where I will help with games. April 28th is Morgan's first t-ball game. May looks to be a very busy month as well. In May I have two cemetery decorations, a family reunion, t-ball games, and will also help put together a Group Administrator Meeting for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that we are so busy in life. I guess it just goes with the territory of getting older. Speaking of older, where do all the years go? My mother showed me a picture of me in the Second Grade in my yearbook the other day. The picture was in black and white...black and white! I do not think color was invented back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other matters, my mom got some good news regarding her cancer treatment the other day. The medication seems to be working, and right now she is not needing surgery or chemo. She sure could have got a worse report! Thank you God. Thanks to everyone fro their prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4299982970579840599?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4299982970579840599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4299982970579840599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4299982970579840599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4299982970579840599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-talk-about-being-busy.html' title='You talk about being busy...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3341596864777148354</id><published>2009-04-13T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:18:04.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am wearing a tie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SeOd3NUDuwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/l-WmQVb1MqY/s1600-h/tie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SeOd3NUDuwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/l-WmQVb1MqY/s320/tie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324272756274215682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how we are perceived by what we wear?  People tend to size you up, and place you in a class of people by what you wear.  The comments you may get can be hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take today for instance.  I decided to wear a nice shirt, and my new tie Kelley bought me for Easter.  That's right...a tie!  Now, I do not have to wear a tie to work, but I decided to wear one just for today.  I received the following comments: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, nice tie!"&lt;br /&gt;"Did someone die?"&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going?"  I just decided to wear a tie I said.  "No, really...where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is my favorite..."Do you have a job interview?"  My response was, "Yes, I have two of them.  One in the morning and one in the afternoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had co-workers come up and say there have been those asking why I was so dressed up today?  Everyone scrambling for information.  All because I decided to wear a tie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3341596864777148354?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3341596864777148354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3341596864777148354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3341596864777148354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3341596864777148354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-i-am-wearing-tie.html' title='Yes, I am wearing a tie!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SeOd3NUDuwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/l-WmQVb1MqY/s72-c/tie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6857674450359719209</id><published>2009-04-10T16:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:20:43.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are still a Princess to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sd_DGAmyQII/AAAAAAAAAXI/gvqJhEVXTM4/s1600-h/haircut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sd_DGAmyQII/AAAAAAAAAXI/gvqJhEVXTM4/s320/haircut1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323187792584523906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no easy way to sugarcoat this...Lizzie Kate got her hair cut yesterday!  I say no easy way to sugarcoat this, because some have said when you think of Lizzie Kate - you think "hair!" What I would not give to have her hair now! I am a little short in that department lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sd_DuWLOxnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MLy3p1XCUjs/s1600-h/haircut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sd_DuWLOxnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MLy3p1XCUjs/s320/haircut2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323188485569300082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelley set up an appointment to have Lizzie's hair cut.  Kelley told me that Lizzie Kate was worried what I would think about her hair after she got it cut.  She knew I thought she had "Princess hair," and I told her that many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cut off over 10 inches off of Lizzie Kate.  The hair is being donated to "Locks of Love."  It makes Lizzie Kate's haircut even more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sd_Ek9TfirI/AAAAAAAAAXY/f_Kv8KvZZUY/s1600-h/haircut3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sd_Ek9TfirI/AAAAAAAAAXY/f_Kv8KvZZUY/s320/haircut3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323189423785872050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw Lizzie Kate later...I gave her a big hug and a kiss.  I told her I loved her new hairstyle.  See, I not only loved the Lizzie Kate with "the hair."  I also love the new look Lizzie Kate.  Both Lizzie Kate and mMorgan will always be a Princess to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sd_FP5E8KzI/AAAAAAAAAXg/BdqY3AJ7fpY/s1600-h/haircut4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sd_FP5E8KzI/AAAAAAAAAXg/BdqY3AJ7fpY/s320/haircut4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323190161385466674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6857674450359719209?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6857674450359719209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6857674450359719209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6857674450359719209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6857674450359719209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are-still-princess-to-me.html' title='You are still a Princess to me!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sd_DGAmyQII/AAAAAAAAAXI/gvqJhEVXTM4/s72-c/haircut1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3999456558069334877</id><published>2009-04-09T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:33:36.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things can get kind of hectic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://z.hubpages.com/u/87971_f260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 291px;" src="http://z.hubpages.com/u/87971_f260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it seems like I have been kind of M.I.A. for awhile when it comes to blogging, please forgive me...I have had a lot on my plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone for the prayers, the thoughts that my family has received regarding Lizzie Kate. Again, she is still doing fine. Continue to pray for her as she will have another CT scan in a month or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother needs your prayers as well. She is having another biopsy tomorrow in Little Rock. I am sure her test results will eventually narrow down the treatment plan for her. Lift her up and ask that God be close by her side during this whole process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that just consumed me lately is my new role in calling Deacons to see if they can serve for the Lord's Supper at our church. This was all new to me. I do know now that I really worried too much over this, when I should have turned it all over to God. I worried and worried, wondering if I was going to find enough men to serve for three services! But, you know...once I went to church, things started to fall into place. Next time I am going to tell myself to not get so worked up over this. I am going to try to lean on God more. I truly think we have all been there one time or another!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3999456558069334877?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3999456558069334877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3999456558069334877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3999456558069334877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3999456558069334877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-can-get-kind-of-hectic.html' title='Things can get kind of hectic...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4783113863240338583</id><published>2009-04-01T12:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:04:59.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Report!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we took Lizzie Kate to Children's Hospital for her appointment. Lizzie did great when she had her CT scan! She did so good, she got to choose something from the Big Treasure Chest. Her choice...a Barbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SdOsbo0IWoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8eMvUCNEVrw/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SdOsbo0IWoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8eMvUCNEVrw/s320/barbie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319785175667202690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we met with the doctor. He said it looked like the blood clot had calcified, and that it did not look like it was causing pressure on her skull or brain. No surgery is required at this time, but they will continue to monitor her for a month or so. At that time she will have another CT scan to check and see how the injured area is progressing. I think this is great news! She is not totally healed, but it seems like she is on the right path. Praise God! Thanks to everyone for lifting Lizzie Kate up in your prayers! Continue lifting her up as we await the next visit to Children's Hospital for the CT scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's Hospital does some great things! Many of us know someone that has been there, or is currently there. It really saddens your heart seeing all the sick kids that are in the hospital. My heart and prayers go out to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I want to thank you for your prayers. Please continue to pray for Lizzie Kate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4783113863240338583?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4783113863240338583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4783113863240338583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4783113863240338583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4783113863240338583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-report.html' title='A Good Report!!!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SdOsbo0IWoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8eMvUCNEVrw/s72-c/barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6776038749848515066</id><published>2009-03-26T16:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:55:34.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Get Back from Branson...Now You Need Another Vacation!</title><content type='html'>The fam and I took a couple of nights vacation and went to Branson. Blogging was not #1 on my list during our stay. We had a real nice visit, and had a real fun time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Branson, checked into our condo, and then hit the ground running. We went swimming, which is probably one of the favorite things my girls like to do. After that, it was off to The Branson Landings, and ate at Famous Dave's BBQ. Those ribs were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Scv5DmRllJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/R-Y7ZGatAq4/s1600-h/the+landings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Scv5DmRllJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/R-Y7ZGatAq4/s320/the+landings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317617625250239634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day we started the day out eating breakfast at the Grand Country Buffet. They have good food, but my girls will remember it as the place where the picture talks. You basically are looking at a picture of two people, then every 10, or 15 minutes, they start talking. The picture really mesmerized our girls. After eating, we played a round of miniature golf. Both girls played great! They both had one hole-in-one. Morgan had a legit hole-in-one, but "Caker's" came after she moved the ball about 2 inches from the hole. A hole-in-one none the less in my book and I marked it accordingly on the score sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the round of golf, we took Morgan to ride go carts. Lizzie Kate is still a little too small for that. We always love riding the wooden go cart track. Try it sometime adults! It will bring back your second childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night was topped off as we attended Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede. Guys, this is not that bad a show. I also like it that you can eat with your hands and get away with it. I think I also had my elbows on the table a few times...nothing said! You got to love it. The show was great and the South won...General Lee would have been proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day we had to go back to the Grand Country Buffet, because Lizzie Kate wanted to see the "talking picture" again. We would not have had any peace if we did not do so. After eating, we took the girls to The Butterfly Palace. There you can walk inside a habitat made especially for butterflies. Kelley wanted a butterfly to land on her, but never could get one to land on her. This place also had a maze you walked through. I thought it was fun as I led my family to the end. Yes, I conquered the maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Scv5TWti2MI/AAAAAAAAAWw/mcNzDe1Ium4/s1600-h/butterfly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Scv5TWti2MI/AAAAAAAAAWw/mcNzDe1Ium4/s320/butterfly1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317617895950440642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Scv5oANYTVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aMT2CHjPQdQ/s1600-h/butterfly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Scv5oANYTVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aMT2CHjPQdQ/s320/butterfly2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317618250687204690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are home now. We had a lot of fun. But, now I am tired and need another vacation. Isn't that the way it always is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6776038749848515066?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6776038749848515066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6776038749848515066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6776038749848515066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6776038749848515066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-get-back-from-bransonnow-you-need.html' title='You Get Back from Branson...Now You Need Another Vacation!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Scv5DmRllJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/R-Y7ZGatAq4/s72-c/the+landings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3335930003548884551</id><published>2009-03-20T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:50:30.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Darr explores Arkansas Lieutenant Governor's race in 2010...</title><content type='html'>I have known for some time now that my brother Mark Darr, of The Mad Pizza Company fame, was thinking about running for Lieutenant Governor of Arkansas. But, now since it is in the papers, and on YouTube, I guess it is safe to share the secret with the rest of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my understanding that the story of Mark running for office, is in a local newspaper near you. I have posted the YouTube video of Mark speaking to some of his backers. Good luck Mark...offer everyone in Arkansas pizza and you might just win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_m1pUfr0Lo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_m1pUfr0Lo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3335930003548884551?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3335930003548884551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3335930003548884551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3335930003548884551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3335930003548884551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/mark-darr-explores-arkansas-lieutenant.html' title='Mark Darr explores Arkansas Lieutenant Governor&apos;s race in 2010...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3981858004723901575</id><published>2009-03-17T14:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:04:43.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist...Chick-fil-A...and a friend!</title><content type='html'>Morgan had a dentist appointment today. I left work to pick her up at school at 10:30 am. The appointment went well...no cavities...no major work planned! Is this my kid? Ok, I know she is my kid, but the lack of major dental work does not sound like me at all. In fact, I am scared to go to the dentist. I know I need to go, and I will in due time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ScAB1kgxBjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/I6JSKLN1L4Q/s1600-h/Lemonade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ScAB1kgxBjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/I6JSKLN1L4Q/s320/Lemonade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314249580142986802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dentist appointment, Morgan and I went to Chick-fil-A. Since today was St. Patrick's Day, everyone wearing green got free ice cream! And if that was not enough incentive to eat there, they had green lemonade. Also, something happened I have never seen happen there before. A cheer rang out as someone was the 100th customer. I had to explain what happened to Morgan. I told her since they were the 100th customer, they received their meal free. Morgan's response, "Not fair!" I have never seen that happen in person, and it sure has never happened to me. My co-worker Ashley, who eats there all of the time, has been the 100th customer multiple times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ScACFWcHavI/AAAAAAAAAWI/M4HNdgtig-U/s1600-h/andria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ScACFWcHavI/AAAAAAAAAWI/M4HNdgtig-U/s320/andria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314249851243293426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting ready to leave, we noticed Andria Francis going through the drive-thru. I had to take a picture. She asked me if she was going to be in my blog? Now, would I do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3981858004723901575?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3981858004723901575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3981858004723901575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3981858004723901575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3981858004723901575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/dentistchick-fil-aand-friend.html' title='The Dentist...Chick-fil-A...and a friend!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/ScAB1kgxBjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/I6JSKLN1L4Q/s72-c/Lemonade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1936417474181947210</id><published>2009-03-16T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:51:07.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting How Things Appear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sb7JtQj5rQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/omRyHqKDHSg/s1600-h/fish2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sb7JtQj5rQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/omRyHqKDHSg/s400/fish2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313906389720608002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday I really enjoyed the music I heard in church so much, I put two of the songs on my player of my blog.  The two songs I have added are, "Nothing But the Blood" by Matt Redman, and also "There Will be a Day", by Jeremy Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I added the songs today, it reminded me of messages I see in everyday life.  After I decided to add the songs to my player, I clicked on the + sign to add them.  A message came up that said, "Saved!"  It also reminded me of the satellite radio we have in our Yukon.  You can press the CAT button to scan the various categories of music, or stations that are available.  If you press CAT and choose "Christian",  the message "Seeking Christian" appears.  I don't know...I just find that kind of thing neat.   I better not advertise that too much, they will probably make changes to take the word "Christian" off of their display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for God to speak to you in almost any way.  You may find that He speaks to you in the most simplest ways.  Seek and you will find Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1936417474181947210?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1936417474181947210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1936417474181947210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1936417474181947210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1936417474181947210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-how-things-appear.html' title='Interesting How Things Appear...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sb7JtQj5rQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/omRyHqKDHSg/s72-c/fish2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3641517035851202303</id><published>2009-03-15T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:33:04.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is your favorite time of year...Time Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/Family/Marriage/tired_husband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 364px;" src="http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/Family/Marriage/tired_husband.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still recovering. No, not from a major surgery - the dreaded Time Change!  I do not know what it is about this time change, but I have been dragging all week.  Whether it be at work, or at home...I have been tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad used to hate the time change too.  Like father, like son, I think I am just like him.  Even though we lose an hour when we "Spring Forward", I do prefer the longer days of daylight. It is the "Fall back" part that my Dad hated the most.  He would start getting tired as soon as nightfall started to creep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be in favor of leaving the time as it is now.  I hate Falling Back!  Let's change the law! I believe Arizona does not observe the time change.  Add Arkansas to this list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is everything that is going on, but hopefully, I will be back to normal soon.  I need a burst of energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTES: Lizzie Kate's bump on the outside of her head has went down.  We have an appointment with Children's Hospital on March 31st.  It is my prayer that we are told that the spot inside is dissolving on its on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, keep my mother in your prayers.  She is facing cancer surgery in April.  They do not know the extent of the cancer, and will not know until they get in there and check the lymph nodes.  Please keep us in your prayers on both of these issues!  We have already felt your prayers!  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3641517035851202303?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3641517035851202303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3641517035851202303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3641517035851202303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3641517035851202303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-your-favorite-time-of-yeartime.html' title='It is your favorite time of year...Time Change!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-2151791092155279402</id><published>2009-03-11T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:26:02.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Seeking Prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oneyearbibleimages.com/pray_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 419px; height: 284px;" src="http://oneyearbibleimages.com/pray_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I read a sad story on abcnews.com, regarding a man that went on a shooting spree that left 10 people dead in Alabama, before killing himself. Like most people, I wondered why this happened? What set this man off? But, as I read more into the article, I noticed quotes from a man who lost a wife, and a toddler daughter in this senseless act, appealing for "help." Please see the following taken from abcnews.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the officers who cornered McLendon at the factory was Josh Myers, whose wife and toddler daughter were shot dead on the porch in Samson. His infant daughter, he said, was in stable condition with a wound in her leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We get trained to handle something like this ... but this was something that was never expected," Myers told a news conference. &lt;br /&gt;Myers said he was devastated to find out that his family was among McLendon's victims. &lt;br /&gt;"I cried so much yesterday I don't have a tear left in me," he said. "I never in my life will be able to understand it." &lt;br /&gt;Myers appealed for help and asked people to pray for him and his surviving daughter. &lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how to handle this situation," he said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this being said...I know you probably do not know Josh Myers, or his infant daughter. But, he asked for people to pray for him and his daughter. I ask that you say a prayer for them. Pray for all the families involved. No, we do not know how to handle this situation. We certainly cannot handle things like this alone. Pray for God's comforting love to work here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-2151791092155279402?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2151791092155279402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=2151791092155279402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2151791092155279402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2151791092155279402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-seeking-prayer.html' title='Someone Seeking Prayer...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-134665301467972886</id><published>2009-03-10T11:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:25:58.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Electrical Tape!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to be a little creative lately with my pictures on Facebook. I mean, why do they have to be normal. Have a little fun! So, I had a vision, and went hunting for the supplies I would need for my next picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are like me, you never can find anything when you are looking for it. But, this was meant to be! I found a pair of scissors, and some black electrical tape - Bingo! My creative juices were brewing, so I headed off to the bathroom to use the mirror. I did not want anyone in the house to see me until I had on the finished product. It took three snips of the scissors, and I had my costume. I took my picture once it was completed and in place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SbaS1x5kSBI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3tGSSCo3npo/s1600-h/groucho+phil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311594263155591186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SbaS1x5kSBI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3tGSSCo3npo/s320/groucho+phil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been said that one should not laugh at their jokes, but I could not help laughing at what I had created. Kelley saw me come out and wanted to see what I had done. Once she saw my face she said, "You are crazy!" I showed her the picture I took and it is on Facebook as we speak. I think it is a masterpiece. Of course, I had to show "Caker"...and she had to get in the act as well! I hate to tell everyone, but she is a lot like me! I hate to tell you, but I am proud she is. She tries to be funny, and does a good job at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SbaTzYcfO_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/LmbzrN4Q520/s1600-h/groucho+caker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SbaTzYcfO_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/LmbzrN4Q520/s200/groucho+caker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311595321474628594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, be creative. Work with what you have around the house, and put on a happy face. Someone ought to write a song with some of those words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-134665301467972886?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/134665301467972886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=134665301467972886&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/134665301467972886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/134665301467972886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-with-electrical-tape.html' title='Fun with Electrical Tape!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SbaS1x5kSBI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3tGSSCo3npo/s72-c/groucho+phil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3446358950246252937</id><published>2009-03-09T16:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:58:31.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Passes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://crazytees.net/images/tmpProductCatalog/pray.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://crazytees.net/images/tmpProductCatalog/pray.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend flew by! But, then again, don't most weekends blow by us quick? Answer...Yes, they do. "I'll take Quick Weekends for $400, Alex." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a quick rundown of my weekend. Friday night, the girls and I took Mom out to eat at Steffey's Pizza. That's right, I went back to the scene of the crime where I broke the buckle off of my belt. I am glad to report that I did not have a mishap this time. The pizza was real good. Then my sister came up Saturday after she found out the news Mom received from her biopsy. They all came over to the house and we rode the 4-wheeler. Kelley and I also worked out in the yard. Life goes on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night we all went to Catfish Hole. My gosh I ate too much! I am already too heavy, and to borrow a phrase from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cheers",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if I ate there too many times "I would be up to my ideal weight if I was 9 feet tall." Their hushpuppies are unbelievable! One has to wonder if their hushpuppies will be in Heaven?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue to pray for Lizzie Kate and my Mom. We are still waiting for an appointment date from Children's. Kelley just called me and said the place on the outside of Lizzie's head has really went down! I believe that is an answer to many prayers. I truly believe we will get the same result from what we cannot see as well. Keep praying. As far a Mom, we should know something Thursday. Keep her in your prayers. Pray that God ease her worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is good...all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3446358950246252937?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3446358950246252937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3446358950246252937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3446358950246252937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3446358950246252937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-passes.html' title='Time Passes...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7645058351981697588</id><published>2009-03-06T23:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:08:21.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update on Lizzie Kate, and a New Prayer Request...Both Special to Me...</title><content type='html'>Lizzie Kate has been acting like her everyday normal self.  You would never know she has had a skull fracture.  Thank you for your prayers.  We really have been comforted by all the expressions of love everyone has given us.  I sense God's hand at work with Lizzie Kate.  Now, if we can only hear when her appointment is from the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the not so good news.  Today, my mother received some bad news regarding the biopsies she had.   We are not sure what the prognosis, or the plan of treatment is right now.  My mother will meet with her doctor this coming Thursday.   I ask for everyone to pray for her.  I pray that the Lord be with her duriing this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took mom out to eat tonight.   I think going out and being with my two girls helped take some things off her mind.  Please keep her in your prayers in the days ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7645058351981697588?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7645058351981697588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7645058351981697588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7645058351981697588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7645058351981697588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-lizzie-kate-and-new-prayer.html' title='An Update on Lizzie Kate, and a New Prayer Request...Both Special to Me...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3771814832323037561</id><published>2009-03-05T23:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:06:21.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for your prayers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SbC8yzGYRrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/EH2k2Mk3OBA/s1600-h/lizziehog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309951541566260914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SbC8yzGYRrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/EH2k2Mk3OBA/s320/lizziehog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have learned a few things since Lizzie Kate's diagnosis... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First...You are not alone. We are blessed to have so many people praying for Lizzie Kate and our family. Believe me, we feel the support from everyone. It is so uplifting. Everyone has been showing their concern. Someone has even started a group on Facebook to pray for Lizzie Kate. We are blessed with friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second...I also learned that just because you are in the middle of a test, it does not mean that you should only pray for your situation. At first a thought came to me..."I am going to use all of my energy to pray for Lizzie Kate." The Lord spoke to me, and I realized that would be selfish on my part. Sure, I can pray for the situation my family is in, but there are others that are hurting. There are others having medical problems. There are so many prayer requests out there. I need to pray for their needs as well. Thank goodness the Lord is already working on our behalf. He knows our every need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third...I have to learn to be patient. That may be the hardest thing of all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, thanks for all the calls, emails, prayers, etc. My family has been really touched. Keep us in your prayers, but do not fail to pray for others as well. God Bless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3771814832323037561?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3771814832323037561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3771814832323037561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3771814832323037561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3771814832323037561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-for-your-prayers.html' title='Thank you for your prayers!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SbC8yzGYRrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/EH2k2Mk3OBA/s72-c/lizziehog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7994108377477541524</id><published>2009-03-04T20:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:51:25.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please keep Lizzie Kate in your prayers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sa9LX5yOP6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/RqmLK4RzrXg/s1600-h/zack+and+liz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sa9LX5yOP6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/RqmLK4RzrXg/s320/zack+and+liz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309545359713648546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep Lizzie Kate in your prayers. About two weeks ago, Lizzie Kate had a fall in our house and hit her head. She cried quite a bit, and we watched her to make sure she did not fall asleep, throw up, etc. None of that happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Thursday as Kelley was washing Lizzie Kate's hair, she noticed what seemed to be a huge fluid filled spot on Lizzie's head. Kelley called Lizzie's doctor and he said it sounded like she had a hematoma. He said to watch her, and to call if she ran a fever, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night Lizzie ran a fever of 101.3. I took off work and set up an appointment with her doctor. He took a look at her head and said it was a hematoma. He ordered a set of x-rays for both her head, and also a chest x-rays since she recently had bronchitis. The x-rays revealed Lizzie Kate had a skull fracture, and the early stages of pneumonia. Needless to say Kelley and I hated the news we were given. We hate it for Lizzie Kate. We were also told to bring her back for a CT scan for her head later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the news was not bad enough, the CT scan revealed that Lizzie Kate had an Epidural Hematoma. A pocket of blood was between her skull and her brain. The doctors said it kind of looks like the pocket of blood may be dissolving by itself. PLEASE PRAY THAT THIS POCKET OF BLOOD WILL DISSOLVE BY ITSELF! If this pocket of blood does not dissolve by itself, surgery will be performed to relieve the pressure.  Lizzie Kate will meet with a Neurosurgeon at Children's Hospital in the next few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cherish your prayers for Lizzie Kate. Please pray that the doctors make the right decisions in her care! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have already told us you will pray for Lizzie.  It is always good to know there are those that care for you, and keep you in their prayers.  Thanks so much, and God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7994108377477541524?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7994108377477541524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7994108377477541524&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7994108377477541524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7994108377477541524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-keep-lizzie-kate-in-your-prayers.html' title='Please keep Lizzie Kate in your prayers...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sa9LX5yOP6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/RqmLK4RzrXg/s72-c/zack+and+liz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4325487056397339330</id><published>2009-03-03T12:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:32:25.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sa13mbmuKMI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GQFuK3DT5ew/s1600-h/tooth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sa13mbmuKMI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GQFuK3DT5ew/s320/tooth1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309031037868583106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much time and anguish, Morgan finally lost her first tooth.  The tooth was just literally "hanging by a thread" to borrow an old cliche.  But, it finally came out!  Wow, it makes you look back and think what it was like when you lost a tooth.  That was so long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Morgan put the tooth under her pillow and the Tooth Fairy came last night.  I guess the Tooth Fairy knew her first tooth was important, because she left it for Morgan!  Kelley carefully explained the procedures, and workings of the Tooth Fairy to Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sa13WOJTV1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ElbX71zCmU8/s1600-h/tooth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sa13WOJTV1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ElbX71zCmU8/s200/tooth2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309030759377622866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe how small her tooth was.  Thank goodness most kids don't have the teeth of jackrabbits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know Morgan was so glad to finally have a tooth to put under her pillow.  That is one of the big burdens a child has.  Where have those days gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4325487056397339330?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4325487056397339330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4325487056397339330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4325487056397339330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4325487056397339330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/Sa13mbmuKMI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GQFuK3DT5ew/s72-c/tooth1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-494209121470327185</id><published>2009-03-01T22:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:13:22.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out...</title><content type='html'>Kelley and I got a rare night out together. I took her to &lt;strong&gt;"Confessions of a Shopaholic."&lt;/strong&gt; When we first walked into the theater, I was the only man in the audience. There were like 10 women at that time. You talk about a "chick-flick!" I decided to make the best of it and decided to crack a joke. I said,"Are there any guys in here?" That got some laughs, and one lady said I was their hero. As a little more time passed, more guys showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Kelley that I was going to take our picture and put it on the blog. She was not willing at first, but then I saw others taking pictures. I said Kelley we have to take our picture. She finally gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SatqmKukl4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/_lOfXcDKQ7w/s1600-h/movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SatqmKukl4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/_lOfXcDKQ7w/s200/movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308453789733525378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bearable "chick-flick." My favorite quote from the movie was from a debt collector named Derek Smeath. He was in constant pursuit of the main character. The quote went something like this..."Let me tell you -- the more you look at me, the funnier that gets." You will just have to see the rest of the movie to know how it fits within the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys...go ahead and see the movie. You will get some laughs out of it. It is definitely not the worst movie I ever saw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-494209121470327185?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/494209121470327185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=494209121470327185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/494209121470327185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/494209121470327185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-out.html' title='A Night Out...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SatqmKukl4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/_lOfXcDKQ7w/s72-c/movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6304172410739529504</id><published>2009-02-26T16:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:50:25.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://greenwoodfbc.com/images/stories/men/IMPACT%20LOGO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 413px; height: 339px;" src="http://greenwoodfbc.com/images/stories/men/IMPACT%20LOGO.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at church, our topic at Impact was, "What Every Man Needs - Encouragement." We really had a good discussion at our table. The scripture for this session was from &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=I%20Thessalonians%205:11&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I Thessalonians 5:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared the following with each other with the men at the table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the one thing that discourages you the most?&lt;br /&gt;2. What are some examples of encouraging others?&lt;br /&gt;3. Commit to encourage and build up someone this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also shared other ideas that came up at our table. We realized you do not have to say anything to be an encourager. Sometimes just your presence is enough to encourage someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we can be the ones that can encourage from time to time...imagine that! Remember that old saying..."It is better to give than to receive?" You do not have to be the one that gets the encouragement all the time. There is someone out there that you can encourage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be an encourager. Build up one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not just for men.  We just happened to study this topic in our men's group on Wednesday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6304172410739529504?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6304172410739529504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6304172410739529504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6304172410739529504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6304172410739529504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-2332606735673577705</id><published>2009-02-23T09:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:43:52.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please forgive me.  It has been three days since my last submission...</title><content type='html'>Maybe that is why I have three things to talk about today. Now, on with the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder how things seem to disappear? Do your supplies seem to disappear sooner at times? Well, I am not saying our dog food disappeared quicker, but I watched as Lizzie Kate dumped a couple of cups of dog food in the dish for Zack, and was feeding him one piece at a time. What a caring child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SaLK6uijXLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9iMGNwc_nLQ/s1600-h/feeddog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SaLK6uijXLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9iMGNwc_nLQ/s320/feeddog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306026421270043826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SaLMRSSi1DI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8HNWdPMWKpQ/s1600-h/t-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SaLMRSSi1DI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8HNWdPMWKpQ/s320/t-shirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306027908335326258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Kelley, Morgan and I were driving to church. Lizzie Kate was staying with Memaw. We were all talking when Morgan said, "Dad, one of these days I really want you to run for President. I really, really, do dad!" I asked her if she wanted a lot of people to not like her dad? She said they would. "I would make t-shirts saying, I (heart) Philip!" We all got a laugh on that one. Needless to say, the t-shirts are now in production!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third thing I will mention is something that was getting a few laughs on Facebook. Friday night, we all went to eat at Steffey's Pizza. Morgan was needing a little of my "attention." As I was reaching for her, I realized I had caught my belt buckle on the table. I did not realize the extent of the damages until I got up from the booth...My buckle was broke, and my belt was loose! Thank goodness I did not pull a circus clown act, where my pants hit the floor. Now that would have been embarrassing to say the least. I mean, at least the clown gets to wear makeup and hide their true identity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-2332606735673577705?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2332606735673577705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=2332606735673577705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2332606735673577705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2332606735673577705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-forgive-me-it-has-been-three.html' title='Please forgive me.  It has been three days since my last submission...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SaLK6uijXLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9iMGNwc_nLQ/s72-c/feeddog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4138296237471113375</id><published>2009-02-20T22:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:45:41.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan performs during halftime during Bulldog Game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZ-GunLzjTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tY6AWaeFUuc/s1600-h/performance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZ-GunLzjTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tY6AWaeFUuc/s320/performance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305107021416336690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZ-GOozFgwI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2qY8bvQVzMI/s1600-h/performance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZ-GOozFgwI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2qY8bvQVzMI/s320/performance2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305106472093713154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Morgan and the Elite Stars got to perform their routine in the high school arena. I cannot speak for everyone, but every time I see her perform, I get proud. It isn't just cheer where this happens. I am proud when I hear her class say the "Pledge of Allegiance" at school. I am proud when I hear her sing. Lizzie Kate knows I am proud of her as well. What a unique girl she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something crazy happened to me tonight. We ate at Steffey's Pizza. I was trying to keep the girls in line when I accidentally caught my belt on the table. I did not recognize it immediately, but once I got up from the table, my belt was wide open. I was hoping my pants would stay up! They did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for a friend of mine, Darin Drennan. I believe he broke his wrist and his elbow. Get well soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4138296237471113375?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4138296237471113375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4138296237471113375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4138296237471113375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4138296237471113375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/morgan-performs-during-halftime-during.html' title='Morgan performs during halftime during Bulldog Game...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZ-GunLzjTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tY6AWaeFUuc/s72-c/performance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7177134689212814532</id><published>2009-02-19T21:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:07:09.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally tired...</title><content type='html'>Today I attended what is called Continuing Education classes. Every year I have to have 8 hours of continuing education hours to keep my license. So, today was the big event. There is no test involved, but you have to endure 8 hours inside a crowded room listening to insurance information. You do not even get a t-shirt stating..."I survived continuing education", for attending. You do gain some knowledge, but for the most part it is just a way to obtain the hours you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about going to the classes today was being able to see some people I used to work with in Fayetteville. It really was good seeing them again. I have been blessed to work with some great people over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be refreshed and ready to break out with some new blog material soon. So much seems to be happening lately. Thank goodness is Friday tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7177134689212814532?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7177134689212814532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7177134689212814532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7177134689212814532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7177134689212814532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/mentally-tired.html' title='Mentally tired...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-8155541957337093522</id><published>2009-02-17T15:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:20:02.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the Big Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5ciN9i5bI/AAAAAAAAATA/2CGJE5Cgw-A/s320/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5ciN9i5bI/AAAAAAAAATA/2CGJE5Cgw-A/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might remember one of my past posts regarding the Big Tree in Ashley County. This weekend my niece Kristin Morris was quick to tell me the tree is the widest pine tree in America. I do not know that for sure, but I cannot very well call my niece a liar now can I? I thought I would share something interesting that we found on the back side of the tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan walked to the back side of the tree. Once she reappeared she asked, "What is this?" In her hand was what looked to be a 35 mm film canister. We carefully opened the lid and found some interesting articles. Inside the canister was a fake lizard, a coin of some sort, a note, and a small baby...no, not a real one. At first we did not know quite what to think of the find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZs2OwB0UbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MTFf4m5rkLs/s1600-h/loggeocaching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZs2OwB0UbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MTFf4m5rkLs/s400/loggeocaching.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303892613197484466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father-in-law then said he thought the canister might be something associated with what is called &lt;a href="http://www.geocaching.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Geo caching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Geo caching has something to do with hunting for hidden treasure. We believe the note inside serves as a log for those who find the treasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this sort of thing very interesting. It might be fun to do this sort of thing, or something similar where you hide things and have others find it. I mean we already have something similar to this going on in our house now. The person geo caching in our house is the "Caker".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-8155541957337093522?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8155541957337093522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=8155541957337093522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8155541957337093522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8155541957337093522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-on-big-tree.html' title='More on the Big Tree...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5ciN9i5bI/AAAAAAAAATA/2CGJE5Cgw-A/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7327753599943357818</id><published>2009-02-13T12:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:34:37.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Case Solved! I found my cell phone case!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZW8mzcQ3TI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bB3kojiS9kk/s1600-h/cellcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZW8mzcQ3TI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bB3kojiS9kk/s320/cellcase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302351511128431922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mystery #2 has been solved. I finally found my cell phone case. The "Caker" as I suspected, was behind the caper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning Lizzie Kate wanted her pink purse that was high on a shelf in her closet. She wanted to put her little black and white puppy in it. Once I retrieved it off of the shelf I noticed something inside...my cell phone case. I said, "Caker",you put that in there didn't you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZW6bK_xY9I/AAAAAAAAATw/x25wbSHs0e4/s1600-h/cellcase2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302349112269693906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZW6bK_xY9I/AAAAAAAAATw/x25wbSHs0e4/s320/cellcase2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the picture you can see that the "Caker" came clean and admitted taking said case. No charges will be filed at this time. I have looked all over for that case. Lizzie Kate must have put it in her purse a long time ago. Then, Kelley probably cleaned up her room and put the purse on the shelf, not realizing the case was inside - case closed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7327753599943357818?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7327753599943357818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7327753599943357818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7327753599943357818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7327753599943357818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/case-solved-i-found-my-cell-phone-case.html' title='Case Solved! I found my cell phone case!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZW8mzcQ3TI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bB3kojiS9kk/s72-c/cellcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-2160645995279093093</id><published>2009-02-12T09:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:03:07.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How many days are there in a week now???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZRMB2f__HI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZwhCwF1AdQk/s1600-h/opinion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301946256015228018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZRMB2f__HI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZwhCwF1AdQk/s320/opinion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has there been a change in our calendar? It just seems like our schedule now calls us to work 6 days, 23 hours, 30 minutes a week with a 30 minute lunch! Well, at least that is how this week has felt. I have said this many times, but it feels like this week has been the longest week in the history of man - AND IT IS ONLY THURSDAY!!!! OK, the CAP lock is now turned off. I guess I have vented enough. I guess it is just payback for those days we were off during the ice storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really should not complain about the work week being too long. In &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=2&amp;amp;chapter=20&amp;amp;verse=9&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Exodus 20:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it says, "Six days you shall labor and do all your work." I guess the day the world starts reading the Bible we will go to the six-day work week! Plus, in today's world we need to thank God for giving us the jobs we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am wondering why in the world I wrote this post! It just made a complete turnaround. Oh well...now I feel better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-2160645995279093093?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2160645995279093093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=2160645995279093093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2160645995279093093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2160645995279093093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-many-days-are-there-in-week-now.html' title='How many days are there in a week now???'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZRMB2f__HI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZwhCwF1AdQk/s72-c/opinion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1305087084437363129</id><published>2009-02-10T09:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:34:45.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Burst of Energy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZGdlYISo1I/AAAAAAAAATg/HfddLf4cCDk/s1600-h/trick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZGdlYISo1I/AAAAAAAAATg/HfddLf4cCDk/s200/trick1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301191501849731922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lack energy?  Do you sometimes wonder what keeps you going?  I do not worry about the energy level One of my girls has a high energy level at night - Lizzie Kate.  The "Caker" can run circles around you and just keep going and going.  She is my late night buddy and does not want to go to bed.  She wants to watch her show, of course on your television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZGdf8jAJtI/AAAAAAAAATY/RSX2jrXbqW0/s1600-h/trick2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZGdf8jAJtI/AAAAAAAAATY/RSX2jrXbqW0/s200/trick2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301191408546227922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night was no exception.  She started doing a few "tricks" and said, "Put this on your blog. Put this on your blog."  Then she would do another "trick", and say, "Put this on your blog. Put this on your blog.  How do three year-olds know what a blog is?  My goodness how times have changed.  Morgan wants on my Facebook.  Now, what she is going to do once she gets on there is anyone's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures you see are the "tricks" that Lizzie Kate performed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZGdZVB55RI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6sM4k5TJ2Ec/s1600-h/trick3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZGdZVB55RI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6sM4k5TJ2Ec/s200/trick3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301191294859207954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I say "no" to the "Caker", when she wants to be in my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1305087084437363129?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1305087084437363129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1305087084437363129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1305087084437363129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1305087084437363129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/burst-of-energy.html' title='A Burst of Energy...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SZGdlYISo1I/AAAAAAAAATg/HfddLf4cCDk/s72-c/trick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7479226654708687429</id><published>2009-02-07T21:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:22:01.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Great Day!</title><content type='html'>Today Morgan, Lizzie Kate, their Poppy and I had a day out all to ourselves. We had the best weather today, so we decided to do some fun things outside. We started out at McDonald's. After we ate, the girls got to play in the playground. Lizzie Kate joined Morgan at the top and slid down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5XXcETxgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SGWG8aqPzbA/s1600-h/mcdonalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5XXcETxgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SGWG8aqPzbA/s200/mcdonalds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300269871644526082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After McDonald's, we went to the Crossett zoo where the girls got to feed deer and a camel. They really loved the animals. Lizzie Kate claimed one of the deer tried to eat her ponytail. That could have been bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5dseTPVhI/AAAAAAAAATI/j-FU-mqtDho/s1600-h/deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5dseTPVhI/AAAAAAAAATI/j-FU-mqtDho/s200/deer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300276830091040274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5YcKyyoWI/AAAAAAAAASY/4QN-WKOWxqM/s1600-h/camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5YcKyyoWI/AAAAAAAAASY/4QN-WKOWxqM/s200/camel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300271052418621794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls then got to play on the playground. I was proud of Lizzie Kate the way she has started to climb. She told me she was going to be brave and she was just that...Brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5aDKkLbuI/AAAAAAAAASg/oSvid6NclGo/s1600-h/lizzclimbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5aDKkLbuI/AAAAAAAAASg/oSvid6NclGo/s200/lizzclimbing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300272821883858658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to have a little fun myself by making shapes of rabbits, etc. with my shadow. I know...grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5ai1qvlOI/AAAAAAAAASo/P7WAco7V-d0/s1600-h/bunny+rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5ai1qvlOI/AAAAAAAAASo/P7WAco7V-d0/s200/bunny+rabbit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300273366030062818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topper of the day was us visiting the biggest tree in Ashley County...The Morris Tree. You can see how wide the tree is based on how much it dwarfs Lizzie Kate and Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5ciN9i5bI/AAAAAAAAATA/2CGJE5Cgw-A/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5ciN9i5bI/AAAAAAAAATA/2CGJE5Cgw-A/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300275554394760626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may share more on that tree in one of my next post if I can be brave like Lizzie Kate. More to come later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7479226654708687429?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7479226654708687429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7479226654708687429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7479226654708687429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7479226654708687429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-great-day.html' title='What a Great Day!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SY5XXcETxgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SGWG8aqPzbA/s72-c/mcdonalds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3459483988218466177</id><published>2009-02-06T18:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:57:12.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road with the Family...</title><content type='html'>We left early this morning to go see Kelley's family.  On the way we stopped at Larry's Pizza West in Little Rock to eat.  The girl's played some games and cashed in their tickets at the prize counter.  We are now proud owners of a purple caterpillar, and a rubber eyeball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in the picture, the girl's are happy to be going to see their Gran and Poppy, which is good.  The other thing good about this trip is that Zack, the dog did not make the cut.  He is staying at a local dog hotel.  That's right - one full weekend without the dog that is not a blessing most of the time.  Pray for who is keeping him.  I hope we are not responsible for any damages that may occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYzcDVqMW2I/AAAAAAAAASI/OIyCIwB1fh0/s1600-h/morliztravel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYzcDVqMW2I/AAAAAAAAASI/OIyCIwB1fh0/s320/morliztravel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299852811420064610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have been here, the girl's have went on a 3-wheeler ride with their Poppy.  Kelley's sister, Lexie, showed some of her wedding pictures as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie Kate also wanted me to add a picture of her.  She said put this in your blog.  Not sure why she wanted it in the blog, but here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYzbI1ZOD_I/AAAAAAAAASA/awW4KlmTpVc/s1600-h/lizzrug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYzbI1ZOD_I/AAAAAAAAASA/awW4KlmTpVc/s320/lizzrug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299851806326525938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3459483988218466177?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3459483988218466177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3459483988218466177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3459483988218466177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3459483988218466177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-road-with-family.html' title='On the Road with the Family...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYzcDVqMW2I/AAAAAAAAASI/OIyCIwB1fh0/s72-c/morliztravel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3309498697810324158</id><published>2009-02-04T14:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:35:56.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor Sports Banquet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYn724TnHSI/AAAAAAAAARw/J_la7tsGGN4/s1600-h/sports+banquet+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYn724TnHSI/AAAAAAAAARw/J_la7tsGGN4/s320/sports+banquet+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299043356824247586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday night the Outdoor Sports Banquet was held at the Greenwood High School Arena.  This was the second year in a row the event was held. I am just going on what I heard, but I believe there were over 1,800 tickets sold.  The most important numbers were those that accepted Christ.  There may be a more up-to-date total, but I had heard that 32 adults and 10 children came to know Christ!  That is the most important numbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYn7_yXtfSI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rHSI0BmZ-5c/s1600-h/Sports+banquet+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYn7_yXtfSI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rHSI0BmZ-5c/s320/Sports+banquet+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299043509849652514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the good weather we had, and the great turnout!  The food was good, many prizes were given away, and someone went home with a new 4-wheeler again.  I have posted some pictures to show what kind of crowd we had there.  Thanks goes out to the many that worked and helped with this event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3309498697810324158?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3309498697810324158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3309498697810324158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3309498697810324158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3309498697810324158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/outdoor-sports-banquet.html' title='Outdoor Sports Banquet...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYn724TnHSI/AAAAAAAAARw/J_la7tsGGN4/s72-c/sports+banquet+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-8762632341798323520</id><published>2009-02-02T10:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:44:48.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan wins Medal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYciUll_DyI/AAAAAAAAARo/ltTZE9ATanU/s1600-h/Medal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYciUll_DyI/AAAAAAAAARo/ltTZE9ATanU/s320/Medal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298241223708839714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Morgan and her cheer team attended a competition in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She came back very happy and with a medal she wanted to show off. She wanted me to talk about it on my blog. So, here she is pictured with her medal. Congratulations Morgan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYcg8fAXegI/AAAAAAAAARg/VMg7OLfMeOk/s1600-h/lizdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYcg8fAXegI/AAAAAAAAARg/VMg7OLfMeOk/s320/lizdog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298239710111955458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie Kate stayed home with dad this weekend during the cheer event. Morgan was nice enough to bring her a little puppy. Lizzie Kate wanted to show him off as well. She is just as happy with her puppy as Morgan was with her medal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-8762632341798323520?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8762632341798323520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=8762632341798323520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8762632341798323520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8762632341798323520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/morgan-wins-medal.html' title='Morgan wins Medal!!!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYciUll_DyI/AAAAAAAAARo/ltTZE9ATanU/s72-c/Medal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1632592280823409232</id><published>2009-01-30T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:31:08.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking while you (try to) sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYPMIrDuj4I/AAAAAAAAARY/RgJ6_ItaMYk/s1600-h/lizziehog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYPMIrDuj4I/AAAAAAAAARY/RgJ6_ItaMYk/s320/lizziehog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297302036087213954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I finally got the "Caker" to agree to go to bed. But, I had to lay down with her in her bed. "Caker" can outlast anyone I promise you. So, before you go to sleep, you have to indulge in a little conversation with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got into bed and put the covers over us, "Caker" starts out with, "Let's talk about puppies. And we did just that...we talked about puppies. We talked about puppies, pandas, giraffes, monkeys, and even elephants. I am sure I am leaving out other forms of animal life. I tell you, I thought I was in an episode of "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom." She kept mentioning animals and making their sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we finally went to sleep. You know what? Looking back at it, I am glad I had that time with her. Looking back at it I can smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1632592280823409232?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1632592280823409232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1632592280823409232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1632592280823409232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1632592280823409232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/talking-why-you-try-to-sleep.html' title='Talking while you (try to) sleep...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYPMIrDuj4I/AAAAAAAAARY/RgJ6_ItaMYk/s72-c/lizziehog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-5909329590755444468</id><published>2009-01-28T16:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:33:55.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm Fun Indoors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYDdQ0iuDmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cMxvHRSARM0/s1600-h/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYDdQ0iuDmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cMxvHRSARM0/s320/turtle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476442839617122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like our family during this current ice storm, you are looking for things to do indoors. Let's face it...it is cold outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we were not outside riding the 4-wheeler, we tried to be creative in our activities inside. Morgan wanted me to make sure I put a picture of her on my blog during one of our creative sessions inside. Here, you will see Morgan living up to one of her nicknames I have given her - Turtle! With a clothes basket, and a small framed body, you too can pretend to be a turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have been busy today playing hide-n-seek, and Wii with Taran Brock. She came up and played with the girls today. We do not care if she comes over to play with the girls. We just request one thing from her on her visit. She has to bring more cookies from Missy Brock on every visit. Just kidding...well, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-5909329590755444468?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5909329590755444468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=5909329590755444468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5909329590755444468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5909329590755444468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-storm-fun-indoors.html' title='Ice Storm Fun Indoors...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SYDdQ0iuDmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cMxvHRSARM0/s72-c/turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-5685370509600385497</id><published>2009-01-27T10:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:47:37.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie Kate and Zack.  One funny comedy team...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SX86HLlTBnI/AAAAAAAAARI/m4NlKj0C_ak/s1600-h/zack+and+liz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SX86HLlTBnI/AAAAAAAAARI/m4NlKj0C_ak/s320/zack+and+liz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296015581853714034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie Kate just told me that Zack ate her tissue. "Zack ate my tissue, but he told me he was sorry.  But, he can't talk."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some logic to what she said, and I am sure I will figure it out after it all sinks in I am sure. And if I hear Zack talk, I will have to look into my mental health benefits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-5685370509600385497?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5685370509600385497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=5685370509600385497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5685370509600385497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5685370509600385497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/lizzie-kate-and-zack-one-funny-comedy.html' title='Lizzie Kate and Zack.  One funny comedy team...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SX86HLlTBnI/AAAAAAAAARI/m4NlKj0C_ak/s72-c/zack+and+liz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-8533445844730411947</id><published>2009-01-26T22:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:19:47.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Storm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SX6XcAT_SRI/AAAAAAAAARA/qv2m1PfksPc/s1600-h/command+center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SX6XcAT_SRI/AAAAAAAAARA/qv2m1PfksPc/s320/command+center.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295836719210252562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here at 10:48 p.m., thankfully we still have power. I do not know why, but weather fascinates me. I am the type that likes to look outside while the storm is passing through. I know I drive Kelley crazy during storms, especially during tornado season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I walked outside to check the roads. They do not seem too bad right now. While outside, the lights blinked here, and I thought I heard a transformer blow Northeast of town. But, who am I, OG&amp;E? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type, I am keeping an eye on one of my trees bending over with ice from my "command center", which is pictured above. Ok, I am probably stretching it a little bit with my "command center", but it does sound professional. I know a lot of people are wanting off from school tomorrow, but I also hope there is a limited amount of damage done from this ice event we are having tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a special shout out to Mike Francis for helping me with my gas logs. I am also glad to report that Nelson, Missy, Seth, and Taran got their gas logs to fire up as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-8533445844730411947?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8533445844730411947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=8533445844730411947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8533445844730411947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/8533445844730411947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-storm.html' title='Winter Storm...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SX6XcAT_SRI/AAAAAAAAARA/qv2m1PfksPc/s72-c/command+center.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-5635151242916177982</id><published>2009-01-25T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:29:24.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of Two Tables...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SX0tzLOWdYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/L0b8hB0aiBU/s1600-h/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SX0tzLOWdYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/L0b8hB0aiBU/s320/bread.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439094067131778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Kelley and I went out and ate.  We went to promising, up and coming Italian restaurant.  Besides their good food, one of their drawing cards is their bread and dipping oil.  Well, for probably the third time, they told us they were out of oil.  We were promised if they had more made that they would bring some to our table.  It never came.  But, one table over...the story was not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family of four came in, the same waiter served them bread, and gave them the same story of no oil for dipping.  The man said to the waiter, "This is the third time in a row we have come and you guys have been out."  The waiter said, "I will see what I can do."  Well, he comes out with the oil for dipping.  Later, he comes out with more bread and another bowl of dipping oil.  When their food came out, two waiters served them.  The waiters did pretty much everything except wipe their mouth with a napkin.  I told Kelley, "Who are these people?"  For our table...no oil, no extra bread, We never were even asked if we wanted more bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway...I had a good time alone with Kelley...but bad service.  I was perplexed by the difference in service, thus  the tale of two tables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-5635151242916177982?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5635151242916177982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=5635151242916177982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5635151242916177982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5635151242916177982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/tale-of-two-tables.html' title='Tale of Two Tables...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SX0tzLOWdYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/L0b8hB0aiBU/s72-c/bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1682306255636960299</id><published>2009-01-23T14:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:14:11.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we cease to pray?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.uss.salvationarmy.org/images/uss.www_uss/banner_180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.uss.salvationarmy.org/images/uss.www_uss/banner_180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says in 1 Thessalonians 5:17 to "Pray without ceasing." How many of us tend to pray more when there is an emergency? How many of us are reminded by our kids that we forgot to pray before we ate? That one hits you in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past two weeks, I have heard of children being diagnosed with lymphoma, leukemia, and having tumors spotted within their body. I cannot imagine getting this news. I pray for them and I know many of you have as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to pray for our families...our children...our friends. Pray for God's protection and good health for everyone. And do not forget those that are sick...lift them up. Pray for God's healing touch! Pray that He get the glory by healing those that are sick. Pray for a mighty miracle that only God can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1682306255636960299?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1682306255636960299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1682306255636960299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1682306255636960299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1682306255636960299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-we-cease-to-pray.html' title='Why do we cease to pray?'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3263013016310363404</id><published>2009-01-20T09:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:43:52.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I want to be President"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SXdCsO6hwwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/3jKArR-Zwqc/s1600-h/IMG00331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SXdCsO6hwwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/3jKArR-Zwqc/s200/IMG00331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293773214682563330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/piro/parkmgmt/images/WhiteHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 405px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.nps.gov/piro/parkmgmt/images/WhiteHouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago Morgan said to me, "I want to be President when I grow up."  Don't laugh, we have had and will have worse choices to choose from in the future.  After hearing what my daughter's future plans were, I told her that being the President was a really hard job.  Morgan wanted to know why it was such a hard job?  I said, "Because, as President you have many choices to make.  And no matter what you decide, you will make someone mad."  Morgan then said, "Well, I want to be President because I would like to stay in the White House!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that attitude, I would be a proud father if my daughter became the first female President of the United States! I am already proud - of both of my daughters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3263013016310363404?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3263013016310363404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3263013016310363404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3263013016310363404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3263013016310363404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-be-president.html' title='&quot;I want to be President&quot;'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SXdCsO6hwwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/3jKArR-Zwqc/s72-c/IMG00331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-5389000710266546205</id><published>2009-01-19T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:56:20.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring New Worlds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cjkeitch.co.uk/images/uploads/suzuki%20Eiger_2X_Auto_Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.cjkeitch.co.uk/images/uploads/suzuki%20Eiger_2X_Auto_Red.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been trying not to be confused for Christopher Columbus. But, since my brother has let me keep his 4-wheeler at my house, I have been doing some exploring. To borrow a phrase from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Star Trek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my mission has been to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before...uh uh...sorry, I got a little carried away there for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mike Francis, the "Conman", and I went through some trails we have never been on before. I am so new to 4-wheeling that just about any trail I go on is new to me. But, we had a blast. Those machines are awesome and can do some things that will simply amaze you. It is amazing where you can take those machines and what you can get them to do. My brother's 4-wheeler is a Suzuki Eiger. On our journey we saw three deer running...all doe. It was amazing going into their habitat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see how my brother broke his ankle while 4-wheeling. You gotta keep those feet down where they belong. Do not stretch out that leg which I know is an impulse. I know you get better the more you ride. A bunch of us are planning future 4-wheeling events. I am looking forward to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it...another first for me. That is the most extensive time I have ever rode a 4-wheeler. Is there anything I cannot do!? Ooops, I forgot the Life Group lesson we had on boasting. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-5389000710266546205?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5389000710266546205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=5389000710266546205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5389000710266546205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5389000710266546205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/exploring-new-worlds.html' title='Exploring New Worlds...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-7644142096228051962</id><published>2009-01-17T12:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:34:19.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what a couple of quarters will get you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SXIkiQuy0II/AAAAAAAAAQg/b-tPLSoXXJk/s1600-h/teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SXIkiQuy0II/AAAAAAAAAQg/b-tPLSoXXJk/s320/teeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292332683139141762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to show off my two lovely daughters. Last night they hit me up for a couple of quarters after we ate and bought some new teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like the new look they have going for them. What do you think? Ain't they cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-7644142096228051962?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7644142096228051962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=7644142096228051962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7644142096228051962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/7644142096228051962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-what-couple-of-quarters-will-get.html' title='Look what a couple of quarters will get you...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SXIkiQuy0II/AAAAAAAAAQg/b-tPLSoXXJk/s72-c/teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1245216599094378880</id><published>2009-01-16T16:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:51:14.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice from the Back Seat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/banks272/Anim_clipart/Sick_man_coughing_lg_wht.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/banks272/Anim_clipart/Sick_man_coughing_lg_wht.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Morgan and I had just dropped Lizzie Kate off at Daycare.  As I was driving Morgan to school, we had a few conversations.  She reminded me of that time when I was stopped by the policeman.  Morgan asked if I got a ticket?  I said, "no I didn't."  "Why not?", she said.  I told her I guess I talked my way out of it.  I do have that charm you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got a little closer to school when I said..."I am about to sneeze!"  I then let out three loud sneezes.  I just bet most of our city heard them.  You can ask Kelley...I let out some loud sneezes.  Morgan then said..."You need to go to a doctor!"  I assured her I was just sneezing and did not need a doctor.  She then said in a sarcastic way only Morgan can ..."I don't know what else to tell you."  I just chuckled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1245216599094378880?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1245216599094378880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1245216599094378880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1245216599094378880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1245216599094378880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/voice-from-back-seat.html' title='The Voice from the Back Seat...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/banks272/Anim_clipart/th_Sick_man_coughing_lg_wht.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-3990045277143640675</id><published>2009-01-15T16:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:15:54.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me LaFiesta any day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SW-1lHueZlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4bKx6XSlgTw/s1600-h/supertaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SW-1lHueZlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4bKx6XSlgTw/s200/supertaco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291647736517387858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got some take out from a Mexican restaurant that I have never at ate before. I have to admit, I have wanted to eat there primarily on their sign they have for their business. Does anyone else pick restaurants for the signage they have on their business, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honest...I probably will stick with my old stand-by, La Fiesta. I got a beef burrito that had shredded beef in it. I had just told them when I ordered that I did not want shredded beef. Oh well...communication is at times an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a picture of the signage on this post. You gotta love that little guy holding up a huge taco and it looks like a burrito up over his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story...if you have a Mexican Restaurant you love...stick with that restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-3990045277143640675?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3990045277143640675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=3990045277143640675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3990045277143640675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/3990045277143640675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-me-lafiesta-any-day.html' title='Give me LaFiesta any day...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SW-1lHueZlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4bKx6XSlgTw/s72-c/supertaco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4891279838980318355</id><published>2009-01-14T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:47:43.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We miss you Abel!!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight we ate at LaFiesta. Lizzie Kate said, "I want to see Abel." I said, "He is not here. He is in Mexico." "I want to see him!", she said. I must admit, I have missed Abel myself. There is just something missing when he is not running the operation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abel has been gone too long! Where in the world is Abel? Now, all of a sudden I wonder if I am spelling his name right. My gosh, how can I make an A in spelling when I cannot even spell a 4-letter word right? How can I get on to my girls for missing a spelling word in school? Just a random thought...you know how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better sign off here. It has been long enough...Abel we miss you. The restaurant is not the same without you. Am I right folks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4891279838980318355?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4891279838980318355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4891279838980318355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4891279838980318355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4891279838980318355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-miss-you-abel.html' title='We miss you Abel!!!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6784546090749683701</id><published>2009-01-13T21:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:35:28.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it is Morgan's turn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SW1dZr2MStI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zmiqkZEDJ58/s1600-h/IMG00331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SW1dZr2MStI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zmiqkZEDJ58/s200/IMG00331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290987833078336210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last post I shared how we were proud of the "Caker." Well, tonight it was Morgan's time to shine as she was needing some attention. She kept saying..."I'm a Movie Star...I'm a Movie Star." I had to take her picture wearing her shades. Her final words before leaving the room was, "Put me in your blog dad!" How can a dad say no? Needless to say...she is in my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6784546090749683701?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6784546090749683701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6784546090749683701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6784546090749683701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6784546090749683701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-it-is-morgans-turn.html' title='Now it is Morgan&apos;s turn...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SW1dZr2MStI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zmiqkZEDJ58/s72-c/IMG00331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-6662301810842529908</id><published>2009-01-11T23:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:55:53.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to go Caker!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SWrbhCEZ9rI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a3Cfei_1nHc/s1600-h/caker+rides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SWrbhCEZ9rI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a3Cfei_1nHc/s320/caker+rides.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290282072837584562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had our church home group at our house. After it was over, we walked Mike and Andria Francis out to their vehicle. Once outside, we witnessed a great event. Caker started riding her "big wheel", or tricycle all by herself! I have never seen her push the pedals by herself. But, there she was pedalling and riding all by herself. Anyone who knows us, knows that Caker has been through therapy and events like this are a big deal.  I also have noticed she is jumping higher.  We were all proud of the Caker last night...and so was she! Hooray for Caker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SWrbEoYb21I/AAAAAAAAAQA/PFfpN30cX_g/s1600-h/caker+happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SWrbEoYb21I/AAAAAAAAAQA/PFfpN30cX_g/s320/caker+happy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290281584905935698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-6662301810842529908?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6662301810842529908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=6662301810842529908&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6662301810842529908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/6662301810842529908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-to-go-caker.html' title='Way to go Caker!!!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SWrbhCEZ9rI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a3Cfei_1nHc/s72-c/caker+rides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-5705376820825102063</id><published>2009-01-09T10:57:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:45:34.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I always thought I would be a prime candidate to work in a "Think Tank"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.toool.nl/blackbag/images/nothing_to_see_here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.toool.nl/blackbag/images/nothing_to_see_here.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a person that has had random thoughts. We might be talking about something, and out of the blue I bring up another subject that is not even on the subject at hand, and at times a little "off the wall." That is just me.  I guess that is why I have always thought I would eventually end up working at a "Think Tank".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/docbrown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 370px;" src="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/docbrown.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, lately my "thinking cap" has not been working that well. I have had a mental block on what to say in my blog. That is not good for an aspiring writer such as myself. If this keeps up, I might not be able to get my dream job at the "Think Tank" anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have not been totally void of subject matter to blog about. I thought about blogging about the new "Dick Tracy" watch phone that is being released by LG. But, I passed on that idea. I mean why release the watch now? Wouldn't it have better served them to release the watch prior to Christmas and pick up some holiday sales? Apparently those in the "Think Tank" did not do their job on this one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/images/490421/2_61_lg_wristphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.foxnews.com/images/490421/2_61_lg_wristphone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/images/490421/3_62_tracy_dick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.foxnews.com/images/490421/3_62_tracy_dick.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me as I go through this little mental block in my life. I think my elevator still goes to the top occasionally. I truly believe there are more ideas and subjects for me to share with you, my readers. Maybe I have just been using too much of that sugar substitute lately? I'm just thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-5705376820825102063?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5705376820825102063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=5705376820825102063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5705376820825102063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5705376820825102063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-always-thought-i-would-be-prime.html' title='I always thought I would be a prime candidate to work in a &quot;Think Tank&quot;...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-1451376729939554</id><published>2009-01-07T15:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:25:10.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOGS beat Horns 67-61...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll43/thespiritofcollege/YWNZZSBJBDYOEDH20050911191516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll43/thespiritofcollege/YWNZZSBJBDYOEDH20050911191516.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was Oklahoma, and now the victim is the Texas Longhorns.  What a sweet victory for the Razorbacks.  The win was the second over a top ten ranked basketball team for the HOGS in less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Pig&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooieeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAZORBACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO HOGS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKPaW1PJMV8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKPaW1PJMV8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-1451376729939554?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1451376729939554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=1451376729939554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1451376729939554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/1451376729939554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/hogs-beat-horns-67-61.html' title='HOGS beat Horns 67-61...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-966369241119976883</id><published>2009-01-06T12:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:44:53.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexpected Treat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/vahaga/images/allegiance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/vahaga/images/allegiance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning started out just as many other mornings have in the past. My alarm went off at 5:30 am.  I got up, took a shower - sorry no footage or audio of me singing in the shower. I know you hate that! Then I started getting the girls dressed. Lizzie Kate wants toast...you make that. Morgan wants a drink of Diet Coke...we ran out...she reminds you she wants a drink. You try to get Morgan to brush her teeth. You try to get her to brush her teeth a second and a third time. You guessed it...utter chaos. I am walking to the car carrying Morgan's backpack when I remembered I left something inside. I put her backpack down in the garage and then retrieve what I needed inside the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finally get in the car, we then drop Lizzie Kate off at daycare. Morgan and I then head to Sonic to get her a drink. Morgan then says, "Dad, can I have my backpack?" If you rewind a little bit in this story, where did I leave her backpack? You guessed it - the garage! Right then I felt like I was playing the game "Clue" and opened up the envelope to find out that Morgan did it, in the garage with a backpack. If you know how traffic is in our town, you know now that you are gonna be late. I know it is not Houston or anything, but it is in fact a small town with traffic problems. I make a decision to take Morgan on to school and then go back home to get her backpack. Good move I thought. No sense in making both of us late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I probably was not in the best of moods, but now, the unexpected treat. I got her backpack and went to her school. As I was walking to her class the announcements came on. I then heard Morgan's class recite the "Pledge of Allegiance." Hearing the "Pledge of Allegiance" by young children will make anyone proud to be an American. Thank goodness that has not been taken away from our schools yet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking back toward the office, I saw Morgan and her class coming down the hall. I told them they all did a great job in reciting the Pledge. For some reason I forgot about how hectic my morning had been. Thank goodness we left her backpack today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-966369241119976883?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/966369241119976883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=966369241119976883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/966369241119976883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/966369241119976883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/unexpected-treat.html' title='An Unexpected Treat...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-2404136204709618008</id><published>2009-01-03T08:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:29:17.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reminder of a Covenant Long Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SV-DwTRn3jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JBFNSVJv1wc/s1600-h/doublerainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SV-DwTRn3jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JBFNSVJv1wc/s200/doublerainbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287089353387400754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend you might remember the picture of a rainbow I took. It was not only a rainbow, it was a double-rainbow. Just as God puts that rainbow in the sky as a reminder that he will never flood the earth again, he also reminded me of His Covenant in my Bible reading this morning. God's Covenant which is displayed by the rainbow can be found in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%209:8-17;&amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genesis 9:8-17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So, for some reason God wanted to remind me of His Promise. What a great Bible Story...Noah and the Flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Bible jokes used to be...&lt;strong&gt;"How many animals of each did Moses take on the ark?"&lt;/strong&gt; The answer I got the most was usually 2. Then I would say...It was Noah not Moses. That was good for a few laughs. Did you know there were some animals that had more than 2 of each on the ark? Read &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=gen%207&amp;version=31"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genesis 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for that little tidbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for your promises! Have you read your Bible today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-2404136204709618008?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2404136204709618008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=2404136204709618008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2404136204709618008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/2404136204709618008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminder-of-covenant-long-ago.html' title='A Reminder of a Covenant Long Ago...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SV-DwTRn3jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JBFNSVJv1wc/s72-c/doublerainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-4241121324208122751</id><published>2009-01-02T15:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:48:22.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make 2009 a great year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://products.signaturewebsites.com/250/9780842350907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 250px;" src="http://products.signaturewebsites.com/250/9780842350907.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will the year 2009, hold for you?  At the end of a year, and the beginning of the next year, you will hear many "experts" give their opinions and predictions of what will happen in the coming year.  Does it mean that is exactly what will happen...of course not!  The way one approaches the year ahead can help better the outcome I believe.  At least that is what I am counting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may remember in earlier posts that I said one of my resolutions is to read more this year.  I need to read my Bible more and I have other books I need to read as well.  Well, yesterday I read the first day of the "One Year Chronological Bible." Hopefully, I will keep the streak alive tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our attitudes also play a big part in how our year goes.  That can be kind of tricky at times.  There is so much against us in the world today.  So, I need to keep a positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, if you have any grudges, or disagreements with someone...work them out!  You will be glad you did.  No need to be bitter with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have those "unspoken" issues that I talked about a few posts back.  Pray about them.  Ask God for His guidance in working through those issues.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these are just some thoughts I had to help you have a better 2009! Now, I like you need to go to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-4241121324208122751?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4241121324208122751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=4241121324208122751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4241121324208122751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/4241121324208122751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-2009-great-year.html' title='Make 2009 a great year...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-5991260522889729812</id><published>2009-01-01T12:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:59:37.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth Brock = Rotnei Clark???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.scout.com/Media/Image/39/397836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://media.scout.com/Media/Image/39/397836.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vmedia.rivals.com/IMAGES/PROSPECT/PHOTO/ROTNEICLARKE7_23150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 220px;" src="http://vmedia.rivals.com/IMAGES/PROSPECT/PHOTO/ROTNEICLARKE7_23150.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SV0SDo-H4mI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MYYHmsaTZ3k/s1600-h/seth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SV0SDo-H4mI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MYYHmsaTZ3k/s200/seth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286401391349719650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed the other night while watching the HOGS play the Sooners is how much Seth Brock resembles Rotnei Clark of the Razorbacks. I have posted two pictures of Rotnei and one of Seth. Do you see any resemblances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-5991260522889729812?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5991260522889729812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=5991260522889729812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5991260522889729812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5991260522889729812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/seth-brock-rotnei-clark.html' title='Seth Brock = Rotnei Clark???'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SV0SDo-H4mI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MYYHmsaTZ3k/s72-c/seth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-645140559520913373</id><published>2008-12-31T09:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:46:19.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOGS win 96-88!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bearplugs.com/prodimg/ahc-10059.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.bearplugs.com/prodimg/ahc-10059.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while shopping in a Wal Mart in Arkansas, close to the Oklahoma line, there was no doubt which team was the next up for the Arkansas Razorback basketball team. It was the 4th ranked team in the nation, the Oklahoma Sooners. I seemed that everyone from Oklahoma was proudly wearing their Sooner t-shirts prior to the game. When you live on the border of a state you play, it makes a win against that team much more enjoyable. The HOGS won 96-88.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year. I pray the best for everyone in the days ahead. Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-645140559520913373?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/645140559520913373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=645140559520913373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/645140559520913373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/645140559520913373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2008/12/hogs-win-96-88.html' title='HOGS win 96-88!'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758668994300109290.post-5200892316852903470</id><published>2008-12-29T13:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:21:38.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wsfa.org/journal/j99/1/6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.wsfa.org/journal/j99/1/6.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everyone else have a hard time going back to work today? I had not worked since December 22nd! Everyone loves being off for the Christmas Holidays, but we do pay for it when we go back to work huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is bad enough some of us take extra time off, but also...how many times can one eat over the holidays? Turkey, ham, pies, cookies, peanut brittle, and on and on and on the list goes. You go to one place and eat, and then you eat at another place. It's really unbelievable how much food we consume during this time of the year. Should it be a surprise that dieting is almost always at the top of our New Year's resolution lists? After the holidays, we just get tired of looking at food after awhile. Did I say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to figure out what my New Year's resolutions list will look like. I know I want to read my Bible more. I also have some books on the shelf I have not read yet. So, I guess reading is going to be high on my list. I have a few other things in mind I could add to the list - they are kind of unspoken requests as we say in the church. I know there are a lot of areas I need to improve on next year. I will let everyone know if I add more to my list - maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear what your New Year's resolutions are going to be. Oh, also...next year I am going to get my first deer. I will do this either by hunting or by driving late at night! OK, prediction...I will get my first deer hunting next year! You heard it here first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758668994300109290-5200892316852903470?l=upwardpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5200892316852903470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2758668994300109290&amp;postID=5200892316852903470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5200892316852903470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758668994300109290/posts/default/5200892316852903470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upwardpoint.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work...'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438323385363479170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkTGDncBpWs/SNughj-h0BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lwo4qf74rwE/S220/time.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
