<?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-3445178475512533180</id><updated>2011-08-05T22:56:16.579+02:00</updated><category term='thieves'/><category term='bailout'/><category term='dolts.'/><title type='text'>webberpa</title><subtitle type='html'>Just me with enough time to write things down and share, or look at when I am bored.  I wanna live right here, dont you???</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-8507241973609095999</id><published>2010-03-31T15:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:15:40.774+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>I was a fan, sort of, which means to say I liked the fact she didnt look half bad.  O.K., she does kinda have a dumb look on her face, but I just figured it was because of the Alaska living.  But now she has gone and whored herself to these "tea party" nuts, figurin they have some money, and thats what she needs.  I saw her "speach" in Nevada the other day, which was nothing more than one cliche after another, followed by some bad joke or two.  She really has sunk low from the point where she might have been a viable candidate again for something to the point she is now, just a right wing tool to spread hateful b.s..  She offered no real solutions, other than "common sense" to our problems.  This is what happens to people who become too famous too fast....like football players who get a bunch of money then think they can assault women in bars and whatnot.  What a sad state of affairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-8507241973609095999?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/8507241973609095999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=8507241973609095999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/8507241973609095999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/8507241973609095999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2010/03/poor-sarah-palin.html' title='Poor Sarah Palin'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-6266673816564451451</id><published>2010-03-16T07:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:56:52.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>I am married to a wonderful woman, but she is not for the sappy, romantic stuff. She is a hard-nosed Manager of a banking center who has to deal with problems everyday, hearing excuses as to why this or that happens, and it makes her rather cynical. Just the other day we were walking outside of a government building and we were appoaching a smoker and without hesitation she shouts out "FIFTY METERS"!!! and points towards the street (the is no smoking within 50 meters of a building). The poor woman practically ran in fear. (I was so embarrassed).Thats my baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just read the best blog entry by good old Heidi from Montana, who reminds me of my wife so much sometimes...I just thought it was inspiring, I just hope others like it...chech it out: http://heidisacredandprofane.blogspot.com/ and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-6266673816564451451?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/6266673816564451451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=6266673816564451451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6266673816564451451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6266673816564451451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration.'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-5541927958028110009</id><published>2010-01-25T09:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:17:21.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Woods Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I think I must be a sex addict.  For that matter, I know of many others worse than me.  A couple right here in my office.  But do you see any of us going off to some high priced rehab place to try and "cure" us of this???  NNNOOOO.  Ane why would we?  Look, lets cut out the b.s. Tiger.  You fooled around on your beautiful wife because you had a big head, lots of money, and they probably threw themselves at ya.  Dont give us this sex addict stuff like you need a cure and you'll be just fine baloney.  Men are dogs.  Tiger is a man...ergo Tiger is a dog.  A very big dog, as it turns out.  And he is going to pay.  Its the way of the world.  But he has PLENTY of money, and he can still hit a golf ball pretty far, so he'll be fine.  Just cut out the crap and go play golf.  And dont leave phone numbers on your cell phone next time, knucklehead!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-5541927958028110009?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/5541927958028110009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=5541927958028110009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/5541927958028110009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/5541927958028110009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiger-woods-syndrome.html' title='Tiger Woods Syndrome'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-4089878364804213263</id><published>2010-01-22T08:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:01:05.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster</title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like the minority republicans are now going to kill any health care reform bill that could have passed.  Not that those amoung us were really happy with the way the current bill was being manicured to satisfy special interest and certain "moral issues".  Please, this is inteneded to provide affordable health care to ALL Americans.  The Canadians do it, the Europeans do it, but we are too incompetent to do it, according to the republicans, the "conservatives".  Do they have problems? Yes.  Do thier people have adequate health care?  Most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, what we are talking about could mean that certain companies or providers' will find that thier profit margins will shrink, and it is those companies or providers who have been out there scaring people with b.s. about the idea of reforming health care.  It's a load of crap, and as usual the money wins over the needs of those without money.  Capitalism wins out over the moral need we should have to take care of each other.  But its not even that. It really is keeping the status quo intack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, at the end of all this and no health care bill is passed, I sincerely hope that people are happy with what they have done.  No one knows what the future will hold for any of us, but one thing is almost certain: people are born and people die; and in between the occasionally get sick, have accidents, need medicine and require some hospital care.  The system we have now costs too much and could be fixed, but was not.  The republicans are the do-nothing party.  A fitting new slogan for the GOP would be: We do nothing, and we prevent everyone else from doing something.  Conservatives- keeping everything just the way it is!!!  'Cause we're good, and we wanna keep it that way!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-4089878364804213263?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/4089878364804213263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=4089878364804213263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/4089878364804213263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/4089878364804213263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2010/01/disaster.html' title='Disaster'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-6629965511573692904</id><published>2010-01-19T15:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:01:50.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near</title><content type='html'>You can always tell because the crazies always great crazier and louder.  2010 pickin up just where 2009 let off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-6629965511573692904?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/6629965511573692904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=6629965511573692904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6629965511573692904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6629965511573692904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-669386546041059134</id><published>2010-01-04T15:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:26:33.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya gotta love stupid people!!!</title><content type='html'>There are so damn many of them...Sarah Palin (who is such a babe, but gosh, well, oh so dumb) Rush Limbaugh (headed to hell very very soon it looks like) Glen Beck (brain stuck in the 50's) Dr Laura (If you just please your man he will NEVER leave, you honey; and, I love this one:"The feminist movement is out to destroy the American family!!!") and a whole host of others.  OMG, I almost forgot my favorite bubble head, the childless, manless, anorexic Anne Coulter who is just too out there to confine in anything but a straight jacket.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really has me stumped is how many people actually believe these people know what the hell they are on about!  I mean, really.  Do people seriously buy their garbage or is it just for amusement?  I dont get it.  Are people THAT stupid?  It just cannot be.  Do they buy their groceries at the truck stop?  Do they think Col Sanders was in the Army?  Good God, folks, pick up a book...stop reading the National Enquirer and watching Fox news!  And if yer gunna drink beer, by God, make it PBR.  Spend the extra quarter, for gosh sakes...it will do ya good in the long run.  But please, stop having so many darn kids and stop puttin beer in their bottles.  Thank you have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-669386546041059134?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/669386546041059134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=669386546041059134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/669386546041059134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/669386546041059134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2010/01/ya-gotta-love-stupid-people.html' title='Ya gotta love stupid people!!!'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-6465333738998868176</id><published>2009-12-30T08:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:39:41.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a decade....</title><content type='html'>Well, we managed to live another 10 years.  I think back about the 10 years, a decade that seemed to fly by so fast, what a different person I am today...better in some ways, older and less able to run and do things like I used to.  But I feel really great about who I am, my marrige and where we are going.  I worry about the state of the world, state of traveling, how can we stop the nuts without just declaring an all out war and just kill them all.  Is it bad to have these thoughts?  I dont think so.  A religion that doesnt police itself deserves to be wiped off the earth.  Period.  The holocaust will be &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; compared to this.  These people are a threat to life on earth.  Time to declare war and mean it.  Thats just my crazy side comming out.  Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-6465333738998868176?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/6465333738998868176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=6465333738998868176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6465333738998868176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6465333738998868176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-decade.html' title='End of a decade....'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-8345707375078732463</id><published>2009-12-16T08:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:58:24.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Christmas Time in the Shitty.........</title><content type='html'>One of those lines from the song we sang in church...I wonder if they noticed we were singing wrong...if they did, they didnt say so.  Well, things could be better, but we count our blessings none the less.  So here are what I am thankful for this Christmas season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.  Enough said.  If you know, if you dont you should try it...I wont preach, lest God srike me down for the irony of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife.  With out her in my life I might be dead by now, either physically or emotionaly, spiritually, mentally.  A zombie waiting to be shot and put out of my misery.  I wish I could make her half as happy as she makes me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends.  Not a whole lot of them, but the ones I do have are not too bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter, our dog.  Getting old, but still a good dog and a happy guy.  He makes people smile, a noisey, wired-haired dachshund, we dress him up with a red collar that has jingle bells.  Has a funny bouce to his step.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job, though it could be much much better.  I pray for the evil bosses who are obviously very unhappy and sexually frustrated.  May the new year do you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogger friends.  I dont write as much as I used to or should, but I do read your stuff and take wisdom from your writings.  Peace and joy to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-8345707375078732463?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/8345707375078732463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=8345707375078732463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/8345707375078732463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/8345707375078732463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time-in-shitty.html' title='Its Christmas Time in the Shitty.........'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-4527608796352361458</id><published>2009-12-08T08:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:35:38.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poland</title><content type='html'>Its off to Poland once again this weekend, to deliver some good just in time for the Christmas holidays, this time we are dropping off bags of goodies that are going to be taken to hospitals for folks who are stuck in there sick over the Christmas season, folks who either have no family, or are just lonely. Plus, clothes and things from folks in Pa. and here...should be a good, but short trip.  I will be picking up some gifts for the kids here, at work too, so I will be bringing stuff back as well.  I hope for good weather with few or no staus.  Everyone have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-4527608796352361458?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/4527608796352361458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=4527608796352361458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/4527608796352361458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/4527608796352361458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/12/poland.html' title='Poland'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-5703560966852332921</id><published>2009-11-30T11:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:56:35.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do people hate?  Why do people who call themselves believers of God, Jesus, Allah, a cow, my pen, whatever hate someone or others that do not believe the exact same thing as you do?  And be so damn self rightious about it, too?  Like because they manage to get up on Sunday mornings and haul their sorry asses (and their ugly husbands and kids asses as well) to a church they think they are right and good, and everyone else is wrong and bad?  How sick is that?  I would say I hate them, but I dont.  I hate what they do.  Like my ex-wife.  I loved her, still do.  But she played the dog, and instead of taking care of her own family, her son, she ran off to fine true "love"(she failed, by the way).   I wouldnt have her back if she begged me on her knees.  But I dont hate her, I feel sorry for her...I guess thats how I feel for these poor haters.  Very sorry for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-5703560966852332921?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/5703560966852332921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=5703560966852332921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/5703560966852332921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/5703560966852332921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-3214748426431609750</id><published>2009-11-09T07:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:24:34.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy people with weapons of mass destruction</title><content type='html'>No, I am not talking about the Iranians.  I am referring to the latest loonie who was able to walk into a local guns-r-us and purchase a couple of lethal "cop killer" automatic weapons; in this particular case, an army major whose life didnt quite suit him, so he decided to take out some fellow soldiers.  Americans still dont get it.  I am not trying to draw attention away from the victims or this tragedy, but it is the same story all over again, just different circumstances, places, and victims.  How many people have to die because of our obsession with guns?  How many people must have their lives cut short before we realize that sensible gun control is in order?  My guess is that it will never happen.  You see, the founding fathers wrote the second amendment and it has to be followed, as if it were one of the commandments, written by Moses, or one of the diciples of Jesus.  Never mind it was a differnt world, with far different realities.  I doubt that our founding fathers had these weapons with such power be available to anyone who wished it.  But, our precious rights must be protected.  Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-3214748426431609750?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/3214748426431609750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=3214748426431609750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3214748426431609750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3214748426431609750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-people-with-weapons-of-mass.html' title='Crazy people with weapons of mass destruction'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-1398340564089002224</id><published>2009-10-21T15:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:45:40.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sameness.</title><content type='html'>Nothing really changes except my shirt.  Is it fate that I can never seem to get anywhere, no matter how hard I try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-1398340564089002224?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/1398340564089002224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=1398340564089002224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/1398340564089002224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/1398340564089002224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/10/sameness.html' title='Sameness.'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-6800817789888305717</id><published>2009-07-31T07:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:11:13.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes...</title><content type='html'>I have made many, many....some I take full credit for, many I share with mom and pop.  Yesterday I had a conversation with someone and I was forced to own up to some of the worst things, something I would rather not do...I dont believe in going backwards when I have made such great efforts to forge ahead.  But one cannot escape one's past deeds, like a having a really bad haircut on picture taking day.  Just so many things I have regrets for; I wish I could articulate my feeling better to some of the folks I know here who like to drink/do drugs....just want to share with them the destructive effects of the party.  It would be something I would like to do, help people avoid the kind of things I went through, just to get that nice secure feeling.  Unwinding, as I justified it in my head.  I know of others who just hang on killing themselves slowly, drinking away their lives.  I hope and pray it will not be my fate, I love my wife, my life and my sanity.  I hope you all love yourselves and your family enough to know when to stop before its too late.  PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-6800817789888305717?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/6800817789888305717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=6800817789888305717' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6800817789888305717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6800817789888305717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/07/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes...'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-1834762937883682970</id><published>2009-07-29T11:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:48:31.457+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello....</title><content type='html'>See me....hear me....touch me....feel me... one of the greatest songs ever written by one of my favorite rock bands of all time...The Who.  Thats all I have right now...just my thinking about this group and this song in my head.  Have a good day, all PEACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-1834762937883682970?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/1834762937883682970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=1834762937883682970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/1834762937883682970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/1834762937883682970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title='Hello....'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-1932521853112710492</id><published>2009-07-02T10:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:29:51.279+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and evil as ever.</title><content type='html'>I deleted this blog a while back, for no real good reason other than my own paranoid ways....I think.  So, today is the 2nd of July, anothe beautiful hot humid day, perhaps tomorrow I will go to the swimmbad and work on my tan....nice, I dont get to the pool as much as I would like to, of course my wife does not like to go much, she thinks she is "fat".  No matter what I tell her, she has her mind made up...hating that.  What do you do in the case like that?  I try and tell her she is not (she just needs to re-arrange what she has, at best-but I dont dare say that), but see, its not something that would stop me from doing what I like to do.  I mean, we are at an age where that sort of thing doesnt matter anymore, anyway...at least not to me.  I look like crap, but then again I alwasy did.  Not real fat, not real thin, just medium, and once you are in the water, its like who cares?  But, women are a different species.  Well, I will keep trying, I hate to go alone, but I might just have to...have a good 4th ALL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-1932521853112710492?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/1932521853112710492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=1932521853112710492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/1932521853112710492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/1932521853112710492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-and-evil-as-ever.html' title='Back and evil as ever.'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-7501380564721669435</id><published>2009-01-26T08:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:57:46.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>monday monday</title><content type='html'>Cant trust that day....great song, but I dont think the monday they are singing about are the same as mine, I can trust mine to suck and be boring.  Today is not any different, I am full of energy and hope, but the folks and situation around me are not being cooperative.  So, another week of dread, doom, boredom.  oopps I was wrong, now they want me to do something....oh well, my head isnt into this shit, I have class starting this week...back to school, like Rodney Dangerfield, that was my favorites of his.  I am showing my age again....well, this going back to school thing might make feel young again, or at least keep me busy, just as long as it doesnt cut into my gym time too much...I would hate to have to do the Denise Austin morning work out to keep me flexible.  If I could buy one of those cross-trainers, that would be cool. But the cost is the major issue on that item, plus I do get pleasure out of a workout with people around, plus a sauna afterwards.  All thats not going to happen at our house anytime soon.  We'll see later.  Hope you alls Monday is going well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-7501380564721669435?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/7501380564721669435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=7501380564721669435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/7501380564721669435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/7501380564721669435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-monday.html' title='monday monday'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-147298132420377135</id><published>2009-01-21T10:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:46:13.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>Time for me to try and go back to school.  On line courses thru University of Phoenix.  I was joking with someone that the last time I took a college course Carter was in office....I was wrong, actually it was Reagan, but close enough.  I have always been smart enough for school, and am a fast learner, just not really all that interested.  Lazy.  This ia going to cut into my gym time, I just know it.  But, I think its high time I tried something different.  We shall see how these classes work out.  Which reminds me I gotta write to my connection....gotta run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-147298132420377135?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/147298132420377135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=147298132420377135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/147298132420377135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/147298132420377135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-3890565376832655591</id><published>2009-01-09T09:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:54:44.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on Elvis</title><content type='html'>Today is Elvis' birthday.  Not that I knew this before, they just mentioned it on cnn.  When I was a kid growing up I never thought much of him or his songs.  Most guys didnt.  We were too into the hard rock culture: Led Zeppelin, Lynard Skynard, the Stones, getting stoned, and so on.  I mean, the guy did Vegas, which was like a sellout, going into retirement, if you will.  But as I have grown older and read about life, his music, the kind of person he was I gained a greater respect for him...even his movies, none of which were all that great.  But, he was an American icon, hero even...especially here in the town I live in Grafenwoehr, Germany where he spent some of his time in the army in the late 50's.  They have a museum here with many pictures of him training with other troops.  In many ways he symbolizes the best of America: a healing force after the war that helped rebuild germany and protect europe from the Russians and communism.  Not just that, though, he represented America.  And in a good way.  He was the Sanatra or Crosby of his time, yet he ushered in a movement: Rock &amp;amp; Roll.  With style.  I hate what Vegas did to him, what that life did to him.  Its not that big of a deal, but I just thought about that today.  That and this weekend, taking care of myself, my baby and the dog.  I guess thats the theme for this today: take care of yourself, no one else can but YOU, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-3890565376832655591?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/3890565376832655591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=3890565376832655591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3890565376832655591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3890565376832655591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-on-elvis.html' title='thoughts on Elvis'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-6401613702162353141</id><published>2009-01-06T09:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:51:00.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>I have always loved Tuesdays, I dont know why, really....maybe just the name I like.  TWOS-day.  A new year and the promise to be a better person, I look forward to whats comming and have hope.  I think I was in a rut, hating life, hating my job, hating some of the same down-in-the-mouth people I have to deal with on a daily basis.  But today I can ignore them, just stay away from the depressing folks and be by "up" people.  And there are people I can help, so I will, giving of ones self is good for the soul.  And a daily work-out at the gym helps, too.  Got one of those planned for later on today.  I advise you to go out and work up a sweat, or do something outdoors today, it will make you fell 1000 per cent better, get the blood pumping to the brain, all that.  I have some rocking up music on my ipod, too, that helps a lot.  Ya know who I like?  Denise Austin...she is on here at like, 5:30 a.m., pumping and shouting words of encouragement.  I like here, I used to know someone like her, worked out doing palaties with her and others in our little community, it brings people together in a good way.  It says,"hey, I may not be perfect, but I am working on it, and I am hanging with people like me".  I loved it.  I havent done that lately, just gone to the gym by myself, but see a lot of friends there and say hello.  Went cross country skiing, too which was wonderful.  I hope this "high" lasts for a long time, I was feeling depressed for a time there, very down in the mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-6401613702162353141?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/6401613702162353141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=6401613702162353141' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6401613702162353141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6401613702162353141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesdays.html' title='Tuesdays'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-2281064268110916262</id><published>2008-12-23T14:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:35:29.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, continued</title><content type='html'>As I was saying before being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt;, I like my life here and how its going.  Sometimes I wonder where I would be had I chosen to go back to the states oh so many years ago, but at the time I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have much choice, plus, my head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; in a place I could do such a thing.  Now, I am glad I did not go.  I am thankful for my life, my wife, our life together, my belief in God and all his blessings, the peace my faith has brought to my life, no longer a slave to drugs or alcohol, though I do have a "gym problem" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;according&lt;/span&gt; to my wife.  It took me quite some time to get to this point, and I am happy and at peace with the world.  I wish all of you reading these words a blessed holiday season and, whatever your own beliefs are, your lives are  enriched and the new years brings you happiness.  PEACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-2281064268110916262?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/2281064268110916262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=2281064268110916262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/2281064268110916262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/2281064268110916262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-continued.html' title='Life, continued'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-2272473611691446060</id><published>2008-12-06T05:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:34:29.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel, the joys of, that is.......</title><content type='html'>I cannot say I am really all that fond of traveling, the actual movement by car, plane, bus or train that is.  I realize that I must do it to see the folks back home, but I certainly do not enjoy it, which is why we dont see them very often.  I have been up for 3 hours now, still have another hour before I get on the train in Vilseck to start my journey, change trains in Nuernberg then to Frankfurt airport where I will (hopefully) meet my wife and get on the plane.  I hate the trains here, its like they are never on time, it seems unless its YOU thats late, then they are gone the split second it hits the scheduled time.  I have had some issues with the bahn here, I recall once I got on one of the ICE (fast-inter-city) trains, was early and thought, hey this is great, when suddenly the damn trains stops and starts backing up...verrrrryyy slooowwwwyy.  I mean, we are talking 10 mph, tops..in the middle on nowhere, corn fields on both sides.  Turns out the idiot driving the train missed a stop, got on the wrong track and had to go back to a point where he could get us on the right one...of course I missed my connecting train and had to get a taxi the last leg of my trip.  Just one story, there are many.  I try not to take the train normally.  Anyway, I am getting outa here, invading america today to see what all the fuss is about, to return in 2 weeks.  Have fun all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-2272473611691446060?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/2272473611691446060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=2272473611691446060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/2272473611691446060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/2272473611691446060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/12/travel-joys-of-that-is.html' title='Travel, the joys of, that is.......'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-3140561043807324221</id><published>2008-10-07T15:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:02:54.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times</title><content type='html'>are not what is happening to me today.  I am hurting, physically and emotionally.  Not real bad, but things have been better...maybe when the so-called people in charge get their stuff together I will be better, but you cant rush these thing, it will only make things worse.  I fell in the bathroom the otherday, bruised my ribs somewhat, which only added to the misery of my cold/mild flu; when I cough or blow my nose it hurts.  Plus, I cant even get in a good workout for at least another day or 2, so I recon I will just have to be the good husband and make dinner tonight, something tasty and healthy.  The best thing about being sick is knowing I am getting better.  I did pick up a nice bargain from the thrift shop today, a hood for work, only $3.00.  New, too, probably retails for at least $40.  I love a bargain.  Sue wont like it, though it screams AMERICAN!!!  Like I care, we live in Graf, the closest thing to little america on this side of the border.  We are the majority here, besides its for work..... I look forward to a pain-free day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-3140561043807324221?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/3140561043807324221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=3140561043807324221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3140561043807324221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3140561043807324221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-times.html' title='Fun times'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-3442773674869443784</id><published>2008-10-01T15:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:12:00.097+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thieves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bailout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolts.'/><title type='text'>A new wind is blowin</title><content type='html'>and I dont like the way it feels.  Depression?  Recession?  Obsession?  Are we that gullible that we, as a collective body of tax payers, are told we need to bail out out lousy investment system in order that life, at least economic life can go on?  700 Billion dollars?!  Thank god we did not listen to Bush's plan to scrap social security and let us all dump our money into the stock market so we could manage it ourselves.  When are people going to realize George Bush has no clue?  Its REALLY windy outside, but dont worry, the government will come and resue you, unless you live in the U.S. and dont really matter because you are poor or black, or both!  I mean, we HAVE to save the rich folks, the poor ones were already poor, so who gives a shit?  Sometimes I cant think about the news, all I want to do is go workout and sweat....makes me feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-3442773674869443784?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/3442773674869443784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=3442773674869443784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3442773674869443784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3442773674869443784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-wind-is-blowin.html' title='A new wind is blowin'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-8214812182932883205</id><published>2008-09-25T14:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:56:21.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bailout the wallstreet bigwigs!  What a great idea, George, thanks for the fantastic bang just before you leave office; and here I thought nothing else could go wrong.  Yes, throwing 700 BILLION dollars we dont have to make sure our investment firms are viable, and naturally those poor CEO's and execs  need to keep up their house and car payments, no matter how overpaid they are....but yeah its a wonderful idea to just throw a ton of money at em, I am absolutely, positively certain that not one dime will be wasted.  Its going to be a very interesting next few months, I truly wonder if I should be concerned about my paycheck, since its basically a government job that I have.  I am thinking that perhaps there might be a better way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-8214812182932883205?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/8214812182932883205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=8214812182932883205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/8214812182932883205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/8214812182932883205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/09/bailout-wallstreet-bigwigs-what-great.html' title=''/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-6474098542529881919</id><published>2008-09-19T08:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:23:43.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-6474098542529881919?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/6474098542529881919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=6474098542529881919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6474098542529881919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6474098542529881919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/09/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-8781545826074650202</id><published>2008-09-10T19:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:42:13.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>That good feeling</title><content type='html'>Today I felt REALLY good, got in an awesome workout this morning, did all that I wanted to without rushing or watching the clock which is always annoying when you are at the gym, and afterwards enjoyed a nice sauna.  I love it when I have it to myself, I can throw some water on with some aufguss mix, right now I have some orange-honey mix that smells really good and opens up the pores for a nice sweat.  Then I got to walk the dog around the track and talked to an old friend, she has lost some weight since the last time I saw her.  They all have, really...I have been able to go to the gym mornings now again these past 2 weeks due to my work schedule being changed(I love going in early rather than later, after work) and now I see some of the same people I used to see, but in the past 4 months most of them look so buff!  You can really see the difference in some of them, its like WOW!!!  But next week we go back to our normal hours, so that sucks.  One thing I am so proud of my friend, she lost weight by sticking with it and not with b.s. drugs that are unhealthy and dont last.  The reason I call her my friend and she is because I DONT EVEN KNOW HER NAME!!!  Like so many other people in this community, I see them all the time, and when I worked at the p.x. (store) saw them daily, but many of them I never got to know their names.  Funny how this place is so different from Garmisch, which was such a small community, you knew people a little too well sometimes, I think.  I hope I feel as good as this tomorrow, but I dont think so, I probably should let my muscles rest a day.....still, I enjoy this day, and think of all the loved ones I knew that has left and cannot enjoy life here on earth any longer, I wonder if they know I am thinking of them?  TSCHUSS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-8781545826074650202?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/8781545826074650202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=8781545826074650202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/8781545826074650202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/8781545826074650202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-good-feeling.html' title='That good feeling'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-3535422842640322855</id><published>2008-09-05T12:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:35:34.279+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>The picture above was taken (by me) while we were hiking up those mountains.  We had really nice hike up, 2 days, stayed in a &lt;em&gt;hutte&lt;/em&gt;, sort of a hikers inn, very rustic and no-frills, 3 bathrooms and 2 showers for about, I would guess 50 or so hikers to share, so you got to know your hiking friends well.  The hike was challenging, steep in many places, but very enjoyable and very memorable.  I hope we can do it again, though it is not always a guarantee of good weather, and it can make the hike less plesant.  We had a party of 7 going up, and just after we reached the summit the weather turned sour, started hailing then raining very hard, but we made it to the top and we able to catch the train down and miss the worst of it.  So, anyway....have a happy weekend all you happy hikers!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-3535422842640322855?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/3535422842640322855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=3535422842640322855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3535422842640322855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3535422842640322855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-2932779917920056566</id><published>2008-09-04T16:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:38:41.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics and packaging</title><content type='html'>Watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; speech today I was almost inspired to believe what she was saying had some truth, some true meaning.  She &lt;em&gt;sounded&lt;/em&gt; like she was being truthful.  Ans she has such a nice smile, she is a mom &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;a Governor of a state.  So smart.  So neat.  She reminds me of a childhood friends mom whom we like to go over and just talk to because she was so cool and so easy to talk to; just sexy enough to want to be around without showing cleavage or being overtly grown.  She even sounded reasonable when she talked about the issues, her views of, I knew were completely opposite of my own.  And yet she made them sound so clear and right, like, yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it.  But, the truth is, she is really just window dressing.  Like a shiny, new bright paint job on an old beat up car that smokes and has bad brakes.  Same old crap, different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;messenger&lt;/span&gt;.  A younger version of Bush-Cheney without the sinister looks.  No new ideas, nothing needs to be changed.  And yet because these words came from an attractive younger woman the words and ideas seem to have almost different meaning, fresh ideas, even.  I wonder how long this darling will last, or if she will get a free ride all the way to the white house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-2932779917920056566?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/2932779917920056566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=2932779917920056566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/2932779917920056566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/2932779917920056566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/09/politics-and-packaging.html' title='Politics and packaging'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-5808646038993384953</id><published>2008-08-28T14:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:50:08.832+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a break.</title><content type='html'>Work has been sooooo busy, which is to say I dont have as much time to blog as I normally do;  plus I have to work on Monday, a holiday.    AND I do not get extra pay  I don't understand how they can get away with it.  Oh well, I am just happy to have a decent job right now, have to find a way to move up around here.  I will do it, too.  Looks like the road for me tomorrow, down to Garmisch for a couple of days worth of rest, anyhow.  No vacation this year though, the price I pay for switching jobs.   I dislike the driving, though.  I dont know how truckers do it, I would fall asleep for sure.  Lets hope for the best.  Good weekend and peace to all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-5808646038993384953?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/5808646038993384953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=5808646038993384953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/5808646038993384953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/5808646038993384953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for-break.html' title='Time for a break.'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-5181056077713496517</id><published>2008-08-26T14:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:29:48.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR</title><content type='html'>WHY??? Is it because we are unable to settle our differences any other way?  You have something we want, do something we find unacceptable, say you will do things we dont care for, look, act or are funny, are a threat to us, our way of life or our friends....then we reserve the right to blow you and all like you to kingdom come!  And your children.  Although, since we have "smart bombs" it surely would be an accident.  Sorry about that.  One day, perhaps we will elect leaders who are smart enough to figure out ways other than military to resolve our differences.  I wish that we could all just get along.  Peace is not easy, but war is worse, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-5181056077713496517?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/5181056077713496517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=5181056077713496517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/5181056077713496517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/5181056077713496517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/war.html' title='WAR'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-328256155461575525</id><published>2008-08-25T09:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:12:57.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday again</title><content type='html'>DAMN.  Weekend went by fast, too fast, really.  And it looks like we might be working this next weekend, holiday or not.  Wait, I thought I took this job because I didnt have to work weekends.. there go our Garmisch plans.  I guess I should be happy, its more money.  Just never seems to be enough.  Money is one thing, life is another.  We shall see.  Well, I went and did it again, I volunteered for something, this time something called AWANA, which is some sort of bible-study group that meets every sunday afternoon for kids 3-12 to learn about the bible and God in a fun, child friendly type of atmosphere.  Which means I will come face to face and have to deal with LITTLE KIDS!!!  Other peoples kids, too.  Havent had to do that in quite some time, but I signed up, so I will do my best.  I am sure it wont be that bad, just have to try and be a good guy and a good example to the kids, I can do that I recon.  Not much else going on at work or home, got in some good gym time this weekend, enough to keep those pounds off.  My new job doesnt involve as much walking, which is what helped at keeping myself fit.  Plus there was the social aspect of the job, meeting people, and so on which was satisfying.  Not here.  I gotta look for the good folks here, too many nuts to deal with right now.  Dinner will be good tonight, I am making something delisch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-328256155461575525?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/328256155461575525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=328256155461575525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/328256155461575525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/328256155461575525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-again.html' title='Monday again'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-9004736164014681503</id><published>2008-08-21T08:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:30:27.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day</title><content type='html'>Today started out a little sour, someone (I wont mention WHO) is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;a morning person!  Good coffee normally helps, but not today.  Things got better, though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dexter&lt;/span&gt;, my faithful dog is always happy in the morning, and by the time I left for work things were good.  And, I volunteered for something at work that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have to do, but it always makes me feel better when I can do different stuff to help other people out.  I have been volunteering a lot lately, which makes me feel GOOD!!  I highly recommend it.  Cooked hamburgers and helped clean up after the fest, church stuff, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; with some kids!  I am a little nervous about the kids thing, sometimes they different.  Plus, this weekend is looking like it might be a good one.  I like socializing with people, usually we keep to ourselves, which is alright, but I think we need to get out more and we will.  Least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the plan.  One thing about writing this blog, it will get me writing, which may mean that my creative writing skills will improve, hopefully.  Plus, I do believe I will be taking a class, something I have not done in quite a long time.  Nothing beats feeling young by doing something you did when you were younger, I just hope I can do it well.  Time is on my side.  The only concern I have today is that I have not heard from my sisters in Florida about how they survived the recent storms that went through there.  Power could be a problem.  I pray everyday now, so it helps.  I hope I can make people smile today!  Spread the good feelings I have, know what I mean???  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-9004736164014681503?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/9004736164014681503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=9004736164014681503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/9004736164014681503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/9004736164014681503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-day.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-6457974972656647914</id><published>2008-08-20T10:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:59:21.557+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING!!!!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, my day is dragging by.  I get up here from my desk and go into the warehouse and just start to straighten up the place just to do SOMETHING.  If I sit here all day my butts going to get wider.  I have to remind my self to be thankful for what I have, but its not what I want...I want a job with some meaning, something I do that helps people, or somehow or other give me a bit more personal satisfaction.  I need to change my routine somehow.  Gotta work on that one.  Seems like way too much of my life revolves around the dog and his potty time.  I am a cat person!  How did I ever get myself into this situation?  Marriage is an endless series of give and take, of putting aside what I want for what we want (or what SHE wants, I should say).   What am I making for dinner tonight?  Vegetable something, with rice, I think would be nice.  All these things are keeping my head on straight, not letting me think of bad things today.  Boredom does have its good points, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-6457974972656647914?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/6457974972656647914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=6457974972656647914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6457974972656647914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/6457974972656647914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/boring.html' title='BORING!!!!'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-381943563016603215</id><published>2008-08-18T12:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:43:39.014+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>I have a toothache.  Great.  Didnt get much done this weekend, which is good, because it means I didnt do anything except relax, which is what the weekend is supposed to be about anyway,but still, doing nothing feels bad.  I did make lasagna, came out pretty good, though its a mess to clean up,  but the pain from the tooth made it hard to enjoy it.  Then today I went to my German dentist...they dont believe in giving out painkillers unless you are like crying or rolling around on the ground, writhing in agony.   Sucks to be me today.  I did make an appointment for getting a wisdom tooth pulled and another filling done.  I am pretty much a happy guy, but pain makes me impatient and unable to think normally, which is to say I dont suppress my thoughts, which are not always nice.  Some people dont do this at all, I wonder are they in constant pain?  Oh well, just one of those thoughts.  I often wonder why people do the things they do, perhaps toothaches are part of the problem.  Painkillers are the answer to the worlds problems.  Tommorrow will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-381943563016603215?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/381943563016603215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=381943563016603215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/381943563016603215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/381943563016603215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-3210893851767764898</id><published>2008-08-13T10:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:28:38.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A workout</title><content type='html'>Today, I will be able to go to the gym and get a workout in, which I have not been able to do since Saturday, which may not seem so long ago, but for me it is and my body is SCREAMING for a good sweat!   The feeling I have after a good hard workout is probably one of the top 5 of my favorite things....the others being the love I get from my wife,  friends who like me for ME, giving of myself for a good cause, the love of my dog,  and of course God.  I hope the people at the gym dont get the wrong idea when I am there, most of the time I think I look like I am pissed, when I am just concentrating, listening to my music, working out on the elipticle machine.  I do get annoyed when people are on MY machine.  I think I was looking at yahoo the other day, an article about gym etiquette, and I think I am o.k.;  I am not a loud talker, poser (that would be ridiculous) talk on the cell phone or grunt.  I do clean up after myself (I tend to sweat a lot).  I wish my knees were better, I used to love to run daily, but they ache, so I gave it up.  Maybe I will try again, I dont know.  I just feel so happy that I can have some time for me today!!!!  YOU should take some time for you, also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-3210893851767764898?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/3210893851767764898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=3210893851767764898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3210893851767764898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3210893851767764898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/workout.html' title='A workout'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-5629692826982517700</id><published>2008-08-12T17:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:19:52.778+02:00</updated><title type='text'>petra michelle: POETRY IS FOR SUNDAY: The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/poetry-is-for-sunday-journey.html"&gt;petra michelle: POETRY IS FOR SUNDAY: The Journey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-5629692826982517700?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/poetry-is-for-sunday-journey.html' title='petra michelle: POETRY IS FOR SUNDAY: The Journey'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/5629692826982517700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=5629692826982517700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/5629692826982517700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/5629692826982517700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/petra-michelle-poetry-is-for-sunday.html' title='petra michelle: POETRY IS FOR SUNDAY: The Journey'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-4382439863317905874</id><published>2008-08-12T08:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:34:08.552+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints</title><content type='html'>I dont like to complain, normally, but its better to get things off ones chest now and again.  Plus, my wife says I dont know the REAL her...the person she is; well, how in the hell am I supposed to know the real "her" if she never shares?  So, I am sharing...not complaining.  Things that tick me off:  bad drivers, and you know who you are, so I dont need to elaborate much on this.  Just follow the rules DO the speed limit try not to sight-see when driving stay the hell off the phone, and turn that damn rap "music" down, we dont all need to know 'bout yer bitches or whatever.  And stop trying to get dates while going down the road; some girl is not going to jump into your car just because you are annoying.  PLEASE!   Cops.  And dont give me this HERO stuff.... just like the troops.... you signed up for the job, you do the job.  If you do your job, it doesnt make you a hero, I am sorry.   Another thing: stupid rules....seems that one person does something and up comes a stupid rule!   How annoying.  Lazy people piss me off too.  Not sick people, mind you, but the healthy ones who are just born lazy...I have a solution: caffiene!!!  Try it, it works!!!  Trust me, a cup of coffee or a red bull does wonders for that "down" feeling.  Tardiness, though I am guilty of this, too, but I do try my best; of course, if I werent behind so many bad drivers, I probably would not be late!   I think thats enough for now...just to balance it out, some of the things I love: my wife, my dog, my friends, people in general, and myself.  The world is a truly wonderful place because you, the reader is in it....God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-4382439863317905874?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/4382439863317905874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=4382439863317905874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/4382439863317905874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/4382439863317905874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/complaints.html' title='Complaints'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-1378742888972116877</id><published>2008-08-10T13:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:40:27.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Gotta work, if you can call it that, be present just in case is more the story.   A day to ask god for forgiveness and thanks for what I have.  I wish I could be with friends today, but its not possible, so plan for another time.  Can catch some olympic action, though.  I have always loved watching some of the events, but today there seems to be some indifference in the participants.  I think I would be out of my mind, nuts just being able to participate against all the best from all over the world.  I hope that politics doesnt spoil the spirit of the games.  &lt;em&gt;Bush is an idiot, by the way. &lt;/em&gt;  Just have to get that out there in case I need a break, a vacation, a weekend for myself, by myself.  Problem is, I dont particularly enjoying being alone.  I guess I have to like myself a bit more, have to work on that.  Yes, I think I will work on that for the rest of today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-1378742888972116877?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/1378742888972116877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=1378742888972116877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/1378742888972116877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/1378742888972116877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-7521302456629962438</id><published>2008-08-09T10:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:41:04.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite songs of all time was "Come Saturday Morning" from a movie, I believe the title was The Sterile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cockoo&lt;/span&gt;, staring Liza Minnelli, a sad tragic love story about a girl who clearly craves affection but considers normal people as "weirdos", and her boyfriend who is destined to leave her...they go to separate schools and meet every Saturday, making it her day to live for...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why I thought of it, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; thought about it for years.....just one of my favorite movies.  I gotta work today, not much going on, though, just have to be herein case someone needs something.  I am trying to enjoy my new job, its getting better...this weekend might be nice, I am hoping,  even though it started off a bit rough, I am in the dog house again, trying to do something nice for someone, getting in trouble for it.  I wish I could just go into the mountains and be alone sometimes....away from my problems, judgmental people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jealously&lt;/span&gt;, hate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;drunkenness, unhappines, depression, and all of the other &lt;/span&gt; woes of the world.  Maybe in a couple of weeks from now.  Then I can escape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-7521302456629962438?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/7521302456629962438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=7521302456629962438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/7521302456629962438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/7521302456629962438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-9119802868147641905</id><published>2008-08-07T11:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:47:58.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine</title><content type='html'>Its a beautiful day today.  I love the sunshine (who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt;) as long as its not too doggone hot, which it never is around here.  I always imagine this is the kind of summers they get in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/span&gt;,  or perhaps Canada.  All was well, I rode my bike in and then home, until some official guy yells out the window to me that I need a "reflective belt".  Please, give me a break.  A while ago they made it mandatory we wear helmets (as if we were prone to falling down), now we have to wear reflective gear, like we are invisible or something.  These army people are just plain stupid.  I cant wait to see what comes next.  A cushy vest?  Knee pads?  I guess if I were a typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; over here who rarely rode a bike to work, for fun, or since I was a teenager, then I suppose these silly rules would make perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;.  But I am not a typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt;, and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; make any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;.  Its just like the fences, ponds guards and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;barricades, they dont make us safer, just late for work.....MORONS!!!  I think I will write an ice complaint.  At least I can vent a little.  I was going to go to the swimmbad, I wonder if I must wear a lifejacket?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-9119802868147641905?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/9119802868147641905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=9119802868147641905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/9119802868147641905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/9119802868147641905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunshine.html' title='sunshine'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-2206689712124964071</id><published>2008-08-06T08:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:08:03.771+02:00</updated><title type='text'>down</title><content type='html'>I hate this time of the year here in Germany.  It seems like it starts to turn fall way too fast over here,  less and less daylight and sunshine.  When I was a kid back in Ohio, I didnt notice it as much, I guess it was because August was the hottest month and I was working some sort of job since I can remember.  The best times were at the public pool, even though I did get kicked out for snapping my towel at some kid once or twice.  Probably the most trouble I ever got into as a kid...those were the days.  Now august is depressing for me, reminding me of sad times, of death, and that winter is on its way...but, since I have my cross-country skis and am pretty good at it, there is a silver lining to this; now if I can just find the time to get out there...and some nice snow.  Today may be a good day after all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-2206689712124964071?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/2206689712124964071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=2206689712124964071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/2206689712124964071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/2206689712124964071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/down.html' title='down'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-3759300800936801669</id><published>2008-08-05T10:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:02:07.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>Looks like my new job isnt as wonderful as my wife seems to think....looks like I will be working this weekend, though no one has bothered to mention it to me yet, or what hours, and so on.  I hate being kept in the dark.  Not that we had plans, or anything, but still....I did manage to get to the gym yesterday, and probably today, which is always a good feeling,now if I can just manange NOT to eat a bunch of rubbish, food full of fat and sodium.  God give me strength...thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-3759300800936801669?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/3759300800936801669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=3759300800936801669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3759300800936801669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/3759300800936801669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-1306973382724142009</id><published>2008-08-04T11:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:15:52.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I feel good today, which may or may not be a bad thing....sometimes when I feel too good something bad happens, so I almost wish I didnt.  Part of it was that this past weekend, I went to the volksfest here and had nothing to drink, which is certainly very different from the past.  I have not had a drink in many months, I dont even want to count when, as I dont want to think about it.  I am very proud of myself, even if I cant talk about it.  I was working it, too, voluntarily, which was hard as I was flippin burgers and felt like I was going to die from the smoke from the grill.  But, it was for a good cause and I got to hang with some nice folks.  Work is slow and boring, I need something more challenging soon, or I will goes crazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-1306973382724142009?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/1306973382724142009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=1306973382724142009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/1306973382724142009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/1306973382724142009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445178475512533180.post-7160904616066263166</id><published>2008-07-15T09:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:58:59.291+02:00</updated><title type='text'>webberpa</title><content type='html'>hiker/biker(cycling)/mountainman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445178475512533180-7160904616066263166?l=webberpa3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/feeds/7160904616066263166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445178475512533180&amp;postID=7160904616066263166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/7160904616066263166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445178475512533180/posts/default/7160904616066263166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webberpa3.blogspot.com/2008/07/webberpa.html' title='webberpa'/><author><name>webberpa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289542614019972420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCDpnsk8neU/Szr-u2xdC0I/AAAAAAAAARc/j2qLB-Hhq5Y/S220/palin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
