<?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-1287980609920552424</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:06:57.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day They'll Name a Street After Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-9206086349431497273</id><published>2011-05-05T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:22:36.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding-Dong the wicked terrorist is dead!</title><content type='html'>We have all certainly heard the great news "Osama Bin-Laden has been killed"! As soon as people heard this, I kid you not, there were parties outside the white house, and New York City. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The nation erupted in joy, singing "Ding-Dong the wicked terrorist, the wicked terrorist, ding-dong the wicked terrorist is dead!" Okay, so maybe they didn't sing &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; that, but everyone was still very happy! Personally when I heard the news (from my brother) I thought it was some type of cruel joke, but once I hopped on the news, and there it was "Osama Bin-Laden is dead." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I couldn't believe it, after this long hide N' seek game, we'd found this guy. The one who was the master mind of 9/11, the boat that rammed into that navy ship and exploded . . . he was dead. I almost had manly sniffles of joy (but I stopped myself)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was so happy, and still am! Now lets just hope this tells the terrorist "We're still here." Thanks for reading and have a great day! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-9206086349431497273?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/9206086349431497273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/05/ding-dong-wicked-terrorist-is-dead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/9206086349431497273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/9206086349431497273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/05/ding-dong-wicked-terrorist-is-dead.html' title='Ding-Dong the wicked terrorist is dead!'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-4265728004046673686</id><published>2011-05-05T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:10:38.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts about Caves</title><content type='html'>Though the title is cheesy, and really sounds like a teacher trying to get pre-schoolers to become interested in a subject; it's better then it sounds! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Fun Facts about Caves&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The facts:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all know caves and generally we think of them as cold, dark, wet places where nothing but vampires and bats live. And they just have weird formations such as “Cave Popcorn”:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof:yes"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1029" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="http://www.electricyouniverse.com/eye/thumbs/lrg-1653-cave-popcorn-cave-coral-photograph-with-stalagmites-outside-notinacave.jpg" style="'width:154.5pt;height:141pt;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\SAMUEL~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="lrg-1653-cave-popcorn-cave-coral-photograph-with-stalagmites-outside-notinacave"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img width="206" height="188" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/SAMUEL~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image002.jpg" alt="http://www.electricyouniverse.com/eye/thumbs/lrg-1653-cave-popcorn-cave-coral-photograph-with-stalagmites-outside-notinacave.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1029" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(These are often found near the entrances of caves, because they tend to need a lot of air flow to form; and if you’re lost in a cave, and you see these little things, then you known there is an entrance nearby.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or “Stalagmites” and “Stalactites”:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof:yes"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_4" spid="_x0000_i1028" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d4/Large_very_white_stalagmite.jpg" style="'width:150.75pt;height:143.25pt;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\SAMUEL~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image003.jpg" title="Large_very_white_stalagmite"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img width="201" height="191" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/SAMUEL~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image004.jpg" alt="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d4/Large_very_white_stalagmite.jpg" shapes="Picture_x0020_4" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof:yes"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_7" spid="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="http://ag.arizona.edu/swes/maier_lab/kartchner/images/publications/stalactite_pubs.jpg" style="'width:150.75pt;height:134.25pt;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\SAMUEL~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image005.jpg" title="stalactite_pubs"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img width="201" height="179" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/SAMUEL~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image006.jpg" alt="http://ag.arizona.edu/swes/maier_lab/kartchner/images/publications/stalactite_pubs.jpg" shapes="Picture_x0020_7" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But what most people don’t know is, caves are &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;much &lt;/i&gt;more then that . . . there are hundreds, upon thousands of fascinating facts about caves, but I will only mention a few. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1: How exactly do caves form?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is an interesting question; there are many ways they could be formed, but the most common is when water seeps through the ground, and mixes with carbon, and the water become “Acidic”, and slowly melts, or erodes the rock away. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"&gt;Another way is over thousands of years, water erodes the rock away and it becomes a cave, without the need for it to be Acidic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof:yes"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Sidari_Eroded_Rock.jpg" style="'width:168.75pt;height:132pt;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\SAMUEL~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image007.jpg" title="Sidari_Eroded_Rock"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img width="225" height="176" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/SAMUEL~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image008.jpg" alt="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Sidari_Eroded_Rock.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1026" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Water eroding rock away). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Number two: Can things live, and thrive in caves? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The short answer to this question is yes, and no. Yes because obviously insects live in caves, and they can live in there comfortably, and no because most animals (or mammals) that live in caves, tend to get most of their nutrience from out of the cave (E.G Bats eating insects, that aren’t in the cave). But mostly yes, they can. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Number three: Can caves support plant life? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Near the entrance, yes, but deep in the cave, unless there is a continuous source of light, and water, then, no. Now, some mosses have “evolved” to be able to live in a cave, but that is a completely different story. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Number four: Do caves stay in the same shape, and size?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, not at all in fact. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Scientists have proven that caves are constantly changing, do to water eroding the rock away, and plates shifting, which does affect the caves. Though sometimes, if too much erosion is to occur; then it can ruin the cave, and it’s natural beauty. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Number five: Are the formations in caves alive? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Technically, yes. Do to the bacteria live on the formations, and the formations do change, they are kind of alive, in a&lt;span style="color:red"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sense, anyway. If you are referring to the actual rock, then.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is a debated subject, but the most common answer you will hear is “no”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Number six: Do caves help the ecosystem? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, the things living in the caves help it, but the cave itself really has no effect on the ecosystem. Though, caves can perhaps, open up spaces to full of water to feed plants, and trees, which could be considered helping the ecosystem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Number seven: What is the largest cave on earth; and where is it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That would be the Hang Son Doong cave&lt;span style="color:red"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Vietnam. They discovered it a few years ago, and they still haven’t found all of the “rooms”! It is thought to of started forming over 100,000 years ago, which in case you didn’t know, is a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;long time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Number eight: Does electricity affect caves?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, they can completely destroy caves. In fact, some caves have even been shut down because of wiring through them!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has to do with where they&lt;span style="color:red"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;place the wires, if they attempt to place it in the cave walls, then that can ruin the cave by preventing formations, such as stalagmites, and stalactites, from “growing”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Number nine: Does pollution ruin caves?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, like wiring, it can completely destroy caves by poisoning the animals that live there, and upsetting the natural ecosystem caves have. The way it “destroys” the cave is by poisoning the animals that live there, and if there are no animals to keep the cave clean, then with the mosses, and insects, it will destroy the caves natural beauty, and disturb the natural events that take place in caves. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Number ten: Did people live in caves?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, they have even found fossils, and paintings in caves, but they were more likely used for worship places. It is debated among historians, and archeologists whether or not those people actually lived in the caves all of their lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;The Summarization:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So how does all of this work together exactly? I’ll explain it like this&lt;span style="color:red"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the thousands of years of erosion (water, and wind) form caves, the left over water soaks into the soil, and then it becomes acidic&lt;span style="color:red"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;the acidic water slowly starts to spread&lt;span style="color:red"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;molding rocks in to formations, forming stalactites, and stalagmites&lt;span style="color:red"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;after many years of this process, the cave can become very, very large, making room for animals, plants, and bacteria. Then, man will find this cave, make a home out of it, or open it to the public. Which then, they run wires through the cave. And people will obviously bring drinks and such into the cave, completely ruining it, and shutting the entire cave that seemed to be going forever, down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof:yes"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_1" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="http://www.coloradocavesurvey.org/generic_cave_gate.jpg" style="'width:174.75pt;height:132pt;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\SAMUEL~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image009.jpg" title="generic_cave_gate"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img width="233" height="176" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/SAMUEL~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image010.jpg" alt="http://www.coloradocavesurvey.org/generic_cave_gate.jpg" shapes="Picture_x0020_1" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;BUT!&lt;/b&gt; It doesn’t have to be that way, there are some options available to us to help stop caves from being ruined! Such as not allowing drinks, and snacks into the cave. Also running little, to no wiring through a cave, or caves. Caves CAN be a good place, natural place if we all work together to prevent caves from being ruined, even picking up that one little piece of trash that blows into to a cave, could help the cave. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for reading, and remember; caves are important too!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-4265728004046673686?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/4265728004046673686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/05/fun-facts-about-caves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4265728004046673686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4265728004046673686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/05/fun-facts-about-caves.html' title='Fun Facts about Caves'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-4437684762451662591</id><published>2011-03-17T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T06:22:14.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, the world is supposedly suppose to end on May 11, 2011.</title><content type='html'>I was looking up "end of the world" for fun, and I ran across several sites that said exactly this:&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Since some guy added up dates in the Bible, and all of them put together equals 11/5/11 that is the obvious end of the world. Even thought this guy was wrong several years ago, and years before that, we still believe him today! Prepare yourselves people, THE END IS NEAR!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now, I have one problem with this, this guy really has tried to predict "the end" yet he was wrong about three times before, yet people think he'll be right *this time*. I have to say something as a Christian, the dates in the Bible, NO MATTER HOW YOU ADD, OR SUBTRACT, OR MULTIPLY, OR EVEN DIVIDE THEM, YOU WILL NOT EVEN COME CLOSE TO PREDICTING THE END!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; People need to realize that YOU cannot predict the end, nor the angles, or Jesus, just God himself . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Though I have to say something that is pretty creepy, I was once having this dream of the end of the world, people were screaming outside, and me, and all of the other Christians were all going up in a bus to heaven (somehow we all fit in there), and I saw a big stone block that had these words on it, "The end, xgxghxhxhxxhgxhxg (it really said that), May 11, 2011." Now, here comes the creepy part, I dreamed about that before I heard about this guy tying to predict the end . . . &lt;i&gt;creepy isn't it? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-4437684762451662591?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/4437684762451662591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-world-is-supposedly-suppose-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4437684762451662591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4437684762451662591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-world-is-supposedly-suppose-to-end.html' title='So, the world is supposedly suppose to end on May 11, 2011.'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-8523095632458656187</id><published>2011-03-14T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:58:26.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been blogging in while, there just hasn't been much to blog about . . . but now that things have started happening again, there is stuff to blog about about! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-8523095632458656187?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/8523095632458656187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/8523095632458656187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/8523095632458656187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-7406317994557589420</id><published>2011-01-26T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:10:38.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ostrich Wrestling!</title><content type='html'>*This morning I was given an assignment, the assignment was to create my own sport. Here's what I came up with."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;OCR A Std&amp;quot;"&gt;Ostrich Wrestling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ostrich wrestling was invented in 1930, in Africa. It was the first animal wrestling sport invented; really it was made out of a mixture of stress from the war, and boredom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The origin of ostrich wrestling comes from two men who were angry at each other, but were unfortunately pacifists. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They needed a way to get each other, without hitting each other. So they went out on a search to find animals, strong animals, willing to fight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They considered lions, but they realized that the lions may go after the people, instead of each other. So they continued searching, and they finally found the answer, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;ostriches&lt;/i&gt;. They were big, they were strong, and just what the two men needed. So one man went his way, and the other his way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They problem was, they were both pacifists, so they didn’t really know how teach the ostriches to fight. During the first round of this “sport” or “competition” if you want to call it that, the ostriches just stood there, looking around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They tried whipping the&lt;span style="color:red"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but that just made the ostriches chase after the one who whipped them. Finally, the two men got other men to train the ostriches to fight each other, then the second round came, and well . . .&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the ostriches did go after each other, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;for a little while, &lt;/i&gt;but then they started going after the men, because they remembered they were the ones who whipped them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ostrich wrestling really never took off the ground, and was outlawed after a month of the men trying to get the ostriches to fight. So it was short lived, but one of the men had this to say, “Ouch.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So ostrich wrestling never became a sport, the two men are still angry at each other to this day, no one knows why they are angry, they just &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;. Thank you for reading.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;*NOTE: NONE OF THE PREVOUS DOCUMENTED CASES YOU JUST READ WERE TRUE. THEY DIDN’T REALLY USE OSTRICHS. THEY USED GIRAFFS. THAT DIDN’T GO TO WELL EITHER AT ALL . . .* &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-7406317994557589420?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/7406317994557589420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/01/ostrich-wrestling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/7406317994557589420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/7406317994557589420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/01/ostrich-wrestling.html' title='Ostrich Wrestling!'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-4560913693756481566</id><published>2011-01-13T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:20:08.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great way to start out the new year!</title><content type='html'>I was truly disturbed when I heard this, 5000 birds just dropping out of the sky, dead. I've done some research on this, and heres what I wrote down:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Bird deaths&lt;u&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; Natural, Biblical, or Human?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been doing some reading on this odd event, and the experts say the whole thing is “natural and it happens all the time, just not in these numbers . . .” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Their explanations are this&lt;u&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; fireworks, they crashed into something very large, or some disease. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now I’m going to state all of my opinions on these theories or “explanations”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First off, let’s start with the fireworks theory. Here’s how it goes; people were setting off fireworks, and having fun. But the fireworks blinded the birds and all of them just flew into buildings, trees, or even planes! All of the birds becoming blinded and flying into buildings, all at once . . . now the problem is, those birds don’t fly at night, and people set off fireworks all of the time on new year’s eve&lt;u&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; but 5000 birds didn’t drop dead just because of fireworks&lt;u&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; that go off every year! Once again, those birds don’t fly at night, so something would have had to disturb them enough to set them off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, flying into to something very large. Their proof for this is&lt;u&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; they found signs of head trauma in the birds, so they must of flown into something large. Now, what I think about this is, of course there is going to be trauma&lt;u&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; they hit the ground! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another question is, what would of they hit? An alien space ship? A plane? Telephone wires? Or just some large invisible object just floating up there, waiting for the birds to come!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now thirdly is a disease. I personally believe this is the most possible one&lt;u&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; but what disease? It could be anything really! Some type of flu, some type of virus only spread through these types of birds, or just some severe cold. But the thing is, they said they didn’t find any sign of disease! So it’s probably not that either!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My entire point is, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;nobody &lt;/i&gt;knows what really killed these poor little birds. Maybe one day, they decided that they didn’t want to live anymore, so they just stopped living.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or this truly is a sign that judgment day is coming. Most likely not, but who knows, maybe god is giving us a heads up . . . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for reading, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Samuel Andrew Paddock, a 12 year old boy who expresses his thoughts a lot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-4560913693756481566?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/4560913693756481566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-great-way-to-start-out-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4560913693756481566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4560913693756481566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-great-way-to-start-out-new-year.html' title='What a great way to start out the new year!'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-5927306250864498949</id><published>2010-12-22T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:49:56.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The case of the missing chicken.</title><content type='html'>A week from today (or something like that), Mary Paddock (my mother) placed two frozen chicken packages on the counter, then she just left them there. Over the hour my family all went through the kitchen, seeing the two chickens placed there. But there was a moment of silence in the kitchen, no entered the kitchen, or left it, it was empty. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My mother went back into the chicken an asked, "Where did that chicken package go?" We all started to look for it; but we searched for an hour, still no sign of the chicken package. Another hour passed and still &lt;i&gt;no sign of it at all.&lt;/i&gt; After a few minutes of research, here are the possibilities we suggested:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A. Aliens; we believe that aliens wanted to see what &lt;i&gt;exactly &lt;/i&gt;we humans ate, so they froze time and abducted the chicken package and unfroze time and left. The proof for this, well there isn't exactly any, but there was a short time where I didn't remember anything, so that obvious proof that aliens did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; B. Solomon, the dog we put down a few weeks ago, came back from the dead and took it. The proof for this is, when he was still alive, he &lt;i&gt;loved &lt;/i&gt;chicken, and few days ago a bottle high up on the counter, was found in another dogs bed, the cap screwed off and completely open. The strange thing is, we started taking those vitamins when he was older, and he hated them. So he may of figured the other dog would like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; C. A vortex in our house took it. The proof for this is, objects just disappear around our house. Here's an actual documented case of this happening:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my brother[s] were just throwing a toy ball over the house, we had thrown it over many more times before, and it always landed on the other side of the house. It was my toy ball and I wanted it back, but my brother said, 'no' and through it over any way. We all ran over to the other side of the house, but the toy ball was nowhere to be found. We all looked around but it was NOWHERE AT ALL! We looked and looked and still nothing, we even went on the roof, it wasn't there either, still to this day, that toy ball is missing, nowhere to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; After careful observation, possibility (B) is the most possible out of all of them, but possibility (C) has strong support to. Really, we do not no where it is today, strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-5927306250864498949?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/5927306250864498949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/12/case-of-missing-chicken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/5927306250864498949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/5927306250864498949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/12/case-of-missing-chicken.html' title='The case of the missing chicken.'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-684562946393345761</id><published>2010-12-04T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:56:54.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've always found it creepy when a website emails you saying they 'miss' you.</title><content type='html'>So I was just cleaning out my inbox, and you know what I saw? I saw an email from a website that I signed up for a long while back that said, "We've miss you!" Now I just find it creepy how a website, 'misses you.' It isn't thoughtful, or nice, but it's just plain &lt;i&gt;creepy&lt;/i&gt;. Knowing that a website 'misses you.' Because all of it is just some coding, but it has the ability to feel emotion? I personally find this very creepy, but you may not think about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But it doesn't just feel sadness, it can feel anger and happiness too. Website will email me saying that they are 'happy' that I signed up for them, or they are angry that you have broken their rules.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I just fined this concept rather creepy, I know it's automatic, but who knows? Maybe a website really &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-684562946393345761?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/684562946393345761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-always-found-it-creepy-when-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/684562946393345761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/684562946393345761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-always-found-it-creepy-when-website.html' title='I&apos;ve always found it creepy when a website emails you saying they &apos;miss&apos; you.'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-5409076044346599473</id><published>2010-12-04T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:45:01.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Gods, first chapter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:44.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Old English Text MT&amp;quot;"&gt;The Other Gods&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:44.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Old English Text MT&amp;quot;"&gt;Chapter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:44.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Charlemagne Std&amp;quot;"&gt;1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another day in heaven. Not one thing wrong, all the things in universe were working perfectly together, not one thing wrong at all. Except a conflict between two people. Well, not really people, they weren’t like you or me. They were a little more important, a little more major then you or me; they weren’t people at all, they were Gods.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some of the most important Gods too. Zeus and Ares were arguing over one of the most argued matters even before Zeus over threw the titans. The idea of creating more Gods and Goddess. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“I’M TELLING YOU ZEUS THIS IS A HORRIBLE IDEA!” Ares was filled with rage, his voice echoed through the entire earth, but it only sounded like thunder to the people. “THE LAST GODS WERE HORRIBLE! ALL THEY DID IS SIT AROUND AND DO NOTHING BUT GET THE THINGS THEY WANTED!” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Well maybe these will be a lot better off!” Zeus was a considerable amount calmer then Ares. “Especially if you teach them Ares! They never did pay attention to me, but maybe they will pay attention you!” Zeus didn’t seem to understand what Ares was saying. “Besides what was the worst thing those Gods did wrong?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ares just stared at Zeus for several seconds before saying, “Well let’s see, the God of Jokes &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; created told the people to build ‘a magnificent temple ten stories to honor your God’s name!’ Then after fifteen years of construction on those poor people’s part, he said good job! Then he knocked it all down and laughed, then turned all of their live stock pink and green!” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zeus laughed and said, sitting down in his huge throne, “So? It was pretty funny you have to admit that!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ares could not believe what he was hearing; and the fact that it was coming out of Zeus mouth made the entire thing worst! Ares hesitated and said, “Lord Zeus, do you honestly think that these Gods will be any better?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There was no hesitation on Zeus part when he said, “Well they might be better.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“EXACTLY!” Ares shouted, and it vibrated the entire earth. “THEY &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/i&gt; BE BETTER! THEY MAY ONLY &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/i&gt; BE BETTER! DO YOU SEE WHAT I AM SAYING ZEUS?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Well they &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; be better if you taught them!” Zeus smiled and smiled at Ares. But it wasn’t really a pleasant smile. It was a smile that said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;you’re going to do this rather you like or not . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“But—“Ares started to argue, but he stopped. He knew if he continued to argue, Zeus would do something unspeakable. “Very well.” Ares sighed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Great! I’ll create them tomorrow!” Zeus smiled, staring at Ares. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ares knew what Zeus was going to ask next. He knew the answer Zeus wanted to hear. But Ares really didn’t want to answer them. But he &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;had &lt;/i&gt;to&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;otherwise he could be in deep trouble. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Now,” Zeus said happily, “What Gods do you think I should create? Maybe another god of jokes . . . those tend to be really funny. What do you think Ares?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“NO!” Ares shouted with anger. “WE DO NOT NEED ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Why not?” Zeus asked Ares; shooting him an expression that said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;I am going to do it anyway.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ares knew Zeus would do it anyway but he just had to say, “Remember what I told you what the last one did to those people?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“So?” Zeus frowned. “Well I’m going to do it anyway.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Yes Zeus.” Ares said, walking out of the room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“But before you go, Ares, what other gods do you think I should create?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“That’s completely up to you Zeus.” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ares glared; but Zeus couldn’t see it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Alright then.” Zeus said happily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When Ares was walking down the stone hall, he thought to himself, “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;how about a god of stupidity? That would be your one and true god . . .”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-5409076044346599473?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/5409076044346599473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/12/other-gods-first-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/5409076044346599473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/5409076044346599473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/12/other-gods-first-chapter.html' title='The Other Gods, first chapter.'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-5969716044862005177</id><published>2010-11-05T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:16:05.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene from my book: The Walking Man</title><content type='html'>Here it is :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;The Walking man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Chapter: 4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jack’s dream started out with him and Annie still alive, but then it faded into blackness, then a man’s face formed and started saying this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“His eyes are a cold dark green, his hair as dark as the night sky, his skin is as pale as snow. What he wanted was really unknown; all the people knew was that he was human, but now, he’s something else. He is something not even all of the scientists in the world could even start to explain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No one knows where he came from. But they see him every day, and all they see him do, day or night, is walking. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some say that he’s looking for a lost loved one. Some say that he’s looking for a treasure that doesn’t exist anymore. Some say he’s a lost soul, just looking for a way off of this dreadful planet. But others say that he’s much more than any of those things. The others say that he is an evil being. A demon, or even the devil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But the truth is, no one really knows what he is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But where he is right now, is right outside your house . . . watching &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; Jack Hempton. HE WANTS YOU DEAD, AND SO DO I!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jack woke up, breathing heavily, and sweating. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“It was just a dream, it was just a dream.” Jack kept telling himself until he calmed down. Jack looked around his pitch black room, nervously. He almost fell asleep, until he heard a loud screeching sound, outside his house. He looked out his window, a shadow went by it, and when it passed, the window was completely frosted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jack immediately jumped out of bed and through his house he ran, and out the door. He looked around, but all he saw were three things, this “Walking Man” wasn’t running he was standing about 3 feet into the moonlight forest, there were scratches all over the front of his house, and the third thing was something he couldn’t believe, words were carved into a tree that said, “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;your turn . . .&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“My turn? What—“Jack turned around and he saw the man standing there, with an unfriendly grin on his face. “What do you—“before Jack could finish that sentence he was being pressed up against wall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Hello, Jack.” The Man said in a voice that seemed to echo coldly through Jack’s heart. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jack was suddenly on the ground. He started to feel like he was on fire; and he couldn’t move. Then he felt like he was drowning. Then it just stopped, he could move he could breath, but he smelted something, like smoke nearby.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He turned his over to his right, nothing. He turned his head to his left, he couldn’t believe it; his neighbors house was completely up in flames. His first instinct was to get up and call the fire department, but they went race down the road, and started spraying water on the flames, which didn’t seem to make the flames go down at all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then Jack heard a voice it wasn’t one of horror, or of sorrow, but it was, “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Those people should know by now, they can’t stop me . . .” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jack couldn’t believe what he just heard. Who would say such a thing? But then Jack realized, it wasn’t anyone nearby. It was the same voice that said, “Hello Jack.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-5969716044862005177?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/5969716044862005177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/11/scene-from-my-book-walking-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/5969716044862005177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/5969716044862005177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/11/scene-from-my-book-walking-man.html' title='Scene from my book: The Walking Man'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-6550005137643314258</id><published>2010-10-12T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:23:48.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first Chile miner is out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/TLUmHSUIyzI/AAAAAAAAACg/1LQfTHXy04A/s1600/YAY!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/TLUmHSUIyzI/AAAAAAAAACg/1LQfTHXy04A/s320/YAY!.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527366024284392242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a screenshot of when the capsule came up:&lt;div&gt;Hurray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-6550005137643314258?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/6550005137643314258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-chile-miner-is-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/6550005137643314258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/6550005137643314258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-chile-miner-is-out.html' title='The first Chile miner is out!'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/TLUmHSUIyzI/AAAAAAAAACg/1LQfTHXy04A/s72-c/YAY!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-2553159093036569162</id><published>2010-10-01T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:02:55.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like animations. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/TKYwN-U2bQI/AAAAAAAAACY/N3lk72qJrss/s1600/godzillamovie2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/TKYwN-U2bQI/AAAAAAAAACY/N3lk72qJrss/s320/godzillamovie2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523155009643375874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an animation I made in a program called Pivot Stick figure Animation enjoy!:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-2553159093036569162?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/2553159093036569162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-animations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/2553159093036569162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/2553159093036569162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-animations.html' title='I like animations. . .'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/TKYwN-U2bQI/AAAAAAAAACY/N3lk72qJrss/s72-c/godzillamovie2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-9167446865035461037</id><published>2010-09-23T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:03:02.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One visitor from Russia!</title><content type='html'>I was looking at my globe on my blog (it shows where people have visited from), and apparently, I have one visitor from Russia. . . I wonder who this mysterious stranger is? And who are they? Anyone know who it might be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-9167446865035461037?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/9167446865035461037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-visitor-from-russia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/9167446865035461037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/9167446865035461037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-visitor-from-russia.html' title='One visitor from Russia!'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-4228273151978357758</id><published>2010-09-17T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:31:22.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Generation</title><content type='html'>A story about people who travel to Mars and have to adapt. But they're not the only ones on &lt;div&gt;Mars. . . there are others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First section:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;First Generation:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Arrival&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;It was dead, more dead than anything anyone on the First Generation expected, the heat was piercing through their suits, but the air was as adequate as earth has. The soil was red, and made of mostly clay and other substances. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most of the First Generation went back inside, to cool off, or to rest after their long trip. Few remained outside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Captain J. Hammer smiled and asked, “One hundred years of Terraforming, one billion dollars, for this?” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was staring out in the dead Martian desert.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“I suppose so. . .” Dr. Jim responded; he was one of the many scientists they had with them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“They question is--” the captain stopped “--why?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Because we could.” Dr. Jim said, him too staring out into the Martian desert.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Well that’s an idiotic reason,” said one of the crew members who only heard a small part of the conversation, “I mean ‘Because we could’ isn’t a good reason at all! It’s the worst reason to terraform a planet! We’ve all ready terraformed the moon for goodness sake!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“I know,” the captain said, “but it wasn’t up to us. It was International Space Agency idea! Not ours! Believe me if it was up to me, I would of stayed on the moon! It’s closer to home, and warmer.” The captain said angrily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Yes, it is idiotic, but it’s a step closer to getting out of the solar system.” Dr. Jim shot back the Captain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Don’t you have duties to attend to, Doctor?” The captain said stared at Dr. Jim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Yes,” the scientist started to walk off then stopped and said to the captain without looking at him, “don’t you, captain?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The captain was getting irritated, and said glaring his eyes, “Yes, yes I do.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;The both walked into the same direction, without looking at each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-4228273151978357758?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/4228273151978357758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-generation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4228273151978357758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4228273151978357758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-generation.html' title='First Generation'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-6338940874310089265</id><published>2010-08-16T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:16:56.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats it. . . I'm hooked on fishin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; That's it, I'm 100% hooked on fishing; thanks to one little camping trip I went on with my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took just one little cast out into the water, JUST ONE, before I was hooked. My dad knew I was hooked when I said: "I almost had a big one! But it got away!" WITCH IT DID! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was that close to getting a big one! But no. . . it got away thanks to one little wiggle on its part! Stupid fish! That close, so very, very close! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Oh well, they'll be other times right? And when me and my dad go fishing tomorrow, I know I'll catch the fish that got away! I KNOW IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-6338940874310089265?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/6338940874310089265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/08/thats-it-im-hooked-on-fishin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/6338940874310089265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/6338940874310089265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/08/thats-it-im-hooked-on-fishin.html' title='Thats it. . . I&apos;m hooked on fishin&apos;!'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-4017175051906329678</id><published>2010-08-06T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T15:30:32.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V.B.S Vacation Bible School.</title><content type='html'>Got back from the LAST day of being a helper at V.B.S; and I got to say, the other past years were slightly better.  Just a little more decorations and a little more organized. But it was still pretty fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The first days challenge was: 'Get it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second day was: 'Get found!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third day was: 'Get Gods love!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fourth was: 'Get praying!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, the fifth day was : 'Get going!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The entire theme of it was, I believe, rain forest theme.  That meant there were posters and such of rain forest animals, and trees. I was a helper with the games, the game on the first day was, well. . . we had a bunch of 'sheep' (A.K.A white balloons) and we had a line, we had to hit the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'sheep' to the next person, then finally, the last person put it in a laundry basket. All the kids played, but of course, being a helper, I played too; there were a lot of other games, but that one was the funnest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm not going to just focus on the big details, but the little ones to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The (I think) fourth graders were all boys, and they called them selves "The dude club, from D.C". Great group, great group. . . but some of them were,a little, "distracted". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Then the fifth and sixths graders (thats the grade I would of been in, except I chose to be a helper) was the all girls club. Not one single boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Then there were the preschoolers, and we were letting them play with the balloons, and putting them in bags, and at one point a girl named "Audry" was going to put one in a bag, then a little boy named Phillip was just trying to be helpful and finish putting the balloon in there for her; that didn't end well. . . Audry started crying and said to Phillip, "YOU BOY!" So Phillip froze, and I could tell by the expression on his face, that he was confused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. . . that is my report on V.B.S :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be uploading pictures soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-4017175051906329678?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/4017175051906329678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/08/vbs-vacation-bible-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4017175051906329678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4017175051906329678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/08/vbs-vacation-bible-school.html' title='V.B.S Vacation Bible School.'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-1160050811785333508</id><published>2010-06-16T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:46:56.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, it's getting a little creepy.</title><content type='html'>I downloaded Google earth recently, and I realized that even though you may not realize it, &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;, yourself can be a little creepy. You can just type in old friends addresses and look at there houses, or when you're there you can look at complete strangers houses. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh thats a nice car they have!" You may think while staring at a strangers house. You may not realize it, but that is pretty &lt;i&gt;creepy&lt;/i&gt;. How would you react when you see a complete stranger walking by your house and they just stop and just stay there and stare. Would you feel a little creeped out; and wanna call the cops?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now I'm not saying Google earth is a bad idea, it's just how creepy you &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; be on it. So just try when you're looking at some olds friends house, try not to look at strangers houses. It's just plane creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-1160050811785333508?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/1160050811785333508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-its-getting-little-creepy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/1160050811785333508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/1160050811785333508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-its-getting-little-creepy.html' title='Okay, it&apos;s getting a little creepy.'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-7800152830513738848</id><published>2010-06-11T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:59:32.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Goodbye precious memories!"</title><content type='html'>"Goodbye precious memories!" Says a 40 year old man who is still living with his mother, in her basement; on the computer hacking peoples computers and deleting there precious family pictures, and or memories. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's people like them who are the only ones that play games like Evony, and Dragons and dungeons.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "They are the ones who sit in dark corners all day and make things that humanity hates, like algebra." Says my brother Joseph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Those 40 year old men also sit in front of comments of news articles just looking for some one to flame. In my mind these people must have some kind of mental disease. A disease that makes them hate humanity for simple little things like: they didn't get that ice cream cone they wanted when they were little so they started to hate humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; These people are sad, they are lonely, and they have no lives or friends. They just want a friend or companion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But some of them just simply &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; humanity. So if some one hacks your computer and deletes some of there photos, or flames you for saying something in comments that "offends" them, don't feel bad or anything, just remember: they act like big people online, but in real life, they are 40 year old men who are everything I just describe above, they are simply, nerds. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-7800152830513738848?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/7800152830513738848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbye-precious-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/7800152830513738848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/7800152830513738848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbye-precious-memories.html' title='&quot;Goodbye precious memories!&quot;'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-9146769210566606932</id><published>2010-06-05T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:58:02.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know whats irritating about writing. . .?</title><content type='html'>You you sit down in-front of the computer and say: "Okay now I'm going write! But first check my email, then play some solitaire, read an article or two . . ." ect. Then when you finally sit down in-front of your story you start to type, and then you think: "Hay! Wait, I just thought of another book!" Then you start write that one, then you get bored; and you go surf on the internet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And when you FINALLY start to write your story, you think: "I'm to tired I'll write tomorrow." And you put of writing for a couple days. And thats irritating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-9146769210566606932?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/9146769210566606932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-whats-irritating-about-writing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/9146769210566606932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/9146769210566606932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-whats-irritating-about-writing.html' title='You know whats irritating about writing. . .?'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-1084100774227904389</id><published>2010-06-04T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:54:02.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Friday nights with nothing to do...</title><content type='html'>"YA! IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT! I'M GOING TO SEE FRIENDS, AND WATCH MOVIES, AND EAT POPCORN, AND STAY UP ALL NIGHT!" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Wait just a minute here. . . sure Friday nights &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; be fun; but what about those Friday nights when you have &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; to do? All you're friends are out somewhere, you put on movie after movie but non of them seem to be any good, you have no popcorn, and you have no reason to stay up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "WHAT? IMPOSSIBLE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Oh but it is my friends, oh but it is. Trust me, it's happened to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "OK PROVE IT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Um for starters, not all Friday nights are going to be jammed pack full of fun. Sometimes they can be quite boring. Like last Friday night, I had &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; to do. There were no good movies, no friends of mine were visiting, no popcorn, and no reason to stay up. So you see? Not all friday nights are going to be super fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Um, well . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Exactly. Friday nights can be boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very boring indeed. Muhahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-1084100774227904389?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/1084100774227904389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-friday-nights-with-nothing-to-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/1084100774227904389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/1084100774227904389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-friday-nights-with-nothing-to-do.html' title='Ah, Friday nights with nothing to do...'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-1757274483735176339</id><published>2010-05-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:31:20.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know . . . I just realized something about 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.etawv.com/Palin2012.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now think about that image; isn't it ironic how the Mayans predicted that the world would end in 2012, and how Sarah Palin might run for president?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-1757274483735176339?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/1757274483735176339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-i-just-realized-something.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/1757274483735176339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/1757274483735176339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-i-just-realized-something.html' title='You know . . . I just realized something about 2012'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-1379639279564353035</id><published>2010-04-27T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:45:34.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The shape of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Part 1: the shape of time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most people think that time is a series of happenings that effect our lives; others may think it’s just all one &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;big&lt;/i&gt; straight line that we can do whatever we want to &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with. . . but it’s so much more. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Time is fragile you do one thing and another happens. That event is often called the butterfly effect. For example; you step on a butterfly and the computer was never even invented! But here’s a better example:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You throw a stone about a yard then you walk away. But a little while later, someone trips on that stone and they ask themselves: “Hmm what if I . . .” And that may lead to the invention of the first safe, and drivable hover car. But it may also lead to the end of the world!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The actual shape of time is far more complicated. It’s not just one big straight line (which many people think it is). It’s more like a tree. The butterfly effect is the thing in the tree that help the trees cells multiply; the set of chemical reactions may represent the people and what they do. But everything they do sets off the “chemicals” to force the cell to go through mitoses. And that clone, or copy of the cell is another universe or time line; not exactly parallel to its original producer but it’s not exactly an exact copy of its producer. So speaking that way about time, the copy of the original producer has some similar features but it’s not completely alike.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So time is more of an ever growing tree. But then again . . .&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it’s not like time will go on forever. Almost all trees have their end. But then again time may go on forever, just there will be one difference, man and women kind may not be in it anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because war is tearing all human kind apart. It’s wiping us out. So if we ever get wiped out, there will be no one to continue to make the cells multiply anymore. And the tree will stop growing. And the very tip top of the tree will be the end of time. The animals will not continue because they have their own way of life, and their version of life is a whole different tree. The only reason we can see, feel, and touch them is because we are co-existing with them. So they’ll probably live on, but we wont.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-1379639279564353035?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/1379639279564353035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/04/shape-of-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/1379639279564353035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/1379639279564353035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/04/shape-of-time.html' title='The shape of time'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-9038344244703967341</id><published>2010-04-04T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:41:55.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My camera is back on :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j35OuzJQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BncPXP3Um8g/s1600/Good+Pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j35OuzJQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BncPXP3Um8g/s320/Good+Pictures+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456383511138346242" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j35OuzJQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BncPXP3Um8g/s1600/Good+Pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;These are kind of out of order... the one of above is the last one I took.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j35OuzJQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BncPXP3Um8g/s1600/Good+Pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j35OuzJQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BncPXP3Um8g/s1600/Good+Pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j35OuzJQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BncPXP3Um8g/s1600/Good+Pictures+010.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j34p6qMxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gZi5l9vLm18/s1600/Good+Pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j34p6qMxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gZi5l9vLm18/s320/Good+Pictures+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456383501255979794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The plants above are close to our back road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j335A5hUI/AAAAAAAAABs/wTh6urLg33M/s1600/Good+Pictures+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j335A5hUI/AAAAAAAAABs/wTh6urLg33M/s320/Good+Pictures+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456383488128812354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those blue plants seemed to just come up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j33VYI0dI/AAAAAAAAABk/h221cubt7do/s1600/Good+Pictures+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j33VYI0dI/AAAAAAAAABk/h221cubt7do/s320/Good+Pictures+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456383478562607570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to lay on my belly to get that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j32tV9GwI/AAAAAAAAABc/1DgDJvmTXFM/s1600/Good+Pictures+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j32tV9GwI/AAAAAAAAABc/1DgDJvmTXFM/s320/Good+Pictures+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456383467816033026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also had to lay on my belly to get that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I'm happy very happy to have my camera back on, and it's just at the right time too, it's starting to turn to spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-9038344244703967341?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/9038344244703967341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-camera-is-back-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/9038344244703967341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/9038344244703967341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-camera-is-back-on.html' title='My camera is back on :)'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S7j35OuzJQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BncPXP3Um8g/s72-c/Good+Pictures+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-3892663577498618903</id><published>2010-03-16T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:54:59.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My tentative plans for: The Walking Man</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a book called The Walking Man.&lt;div&gt;Okay so here's basically the story line:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack Hempton a man living in Billings Montana, found out that his grandparents were killed by no-one really knows what (or who).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he travels to a city in Alabama named Red-Falls (because that's where his grandparents were killed). But after a car accident he was in he finds out about someone called: The Walking Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the strange thing is. . . no one really knows &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Some say he's Jesus of Nazareth! Others say he's the Devil. . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote a character in my story named Motel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-3892663577498618903?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/3892663577498618903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-tentative-plans-for-walking-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/3892663577498618903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/3892663577498618903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-tentative-plans-for-walking-man.html' title='My tentative plans for: The Walking Man'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-8586498898839436861</id><published>2010-02-19T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:07:42.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some picture I took just yesterday, some I took a few days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you liked them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one is Oscar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q9DSzsOI/AAAAAAAAABU/hDfsgtM9w60/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q9DSzsOI/AAAAAAAAABU/hDfsgtM9w60/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440015147184926946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call this one the first bloom of spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q86CiHbI/AAAAAAAAABM/_K7IRU6zSEo/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q86CiHbI/AAAAAAAAABM/_K7IRU6zSEo/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440015144700747186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just a good picture in general. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q8ama31I/AAAAAAAAABE/dD0SSN_0fGk/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q8ama31I/AAAAAAAAABE/dD0SSN_0fGk/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440015136261332818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find this one really interesting, because there is snow all around it, but non underneath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q7yezKfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fEgJYv9A18U/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q7yezKfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fEgJYv9A18U/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440015125491952114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe it or not this is inside a hollow tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just put my camera in there and took a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like inside a cave doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q7uRRC8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGq9O4LqJ3Y/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q7uRRC8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGq9O4LqJ3Y/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440015124361448386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-8586498898839436861?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/8586498898839436861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-some-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/8586498898839436861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/8586498898839436861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-some-pictures.html' title='Just some pictures'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S37Q9DSzsOI/AAAAAAAAABU/hDfsgtM9w60/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-7224012062060329711</id><published>2010-02-19T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:43:35.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruno the Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 55px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You're about to learn about my family's "favorite" Squirrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;Big, fat, stupid and a squirrel! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“That’s Bruno in a nut shell,” as my brother Joseph says. And he would know because he’s the one who runs out there and shoots him with the BB gun almost every morning. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bruno is the stupidest squirrel we have (no we don’t keep them as pets), yes there are others. Here’s one of Bruno’s stupidest moments:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were a bunch of squirrels out in the front yard and Joe saw them so he ran out there with the BB gun. All of them ran off, except for one . . . guess who? Yep it’s the squirrel we all know and love. Bruno.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bruno also has some little friends; Charley, and Larry. Altogether we all refer to as the three stooges.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One stupider then the other. Charley is the newest “addition” to the stooges; Charley only came along about three or four days ago. And Larry is the second newest “addition”. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But Bruno &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; the first. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bruno came along shortly after we hung the bird feeder. I’m pretty sure I know what Bruno was thinking when he saw them. It was probably something like this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Ok now I start my new diet of just acorns and no more bird seed!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;But when he saw our feeders: “Mm those look pretty tasty, maybe one little piece won’t hurt.” But when he took that one little piece: “Mm those are tasty, yes?” And it pretty much went from there. Then he told his other little squirrel friends about this heavenly food. Then they started coming, so . . . that’s probably how it got started.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We hope one day our cat Zoe will make Bruno just “disappear” and never come back again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I do not currently have any photos of Bruno or his friends. But once I do, you’ll see what we mean by “the three stooges”. Especially Bruno. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-7224012062060329711?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/7224012062060329711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/02/bruno-squirrel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/7224012062060329711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/7224012062060329711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/02/bruno-squirrel.html' title='Bruno the Squirrel'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-5099477294552999837</id><published>2010-02-05T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:19:13.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desmond T. Doss, the conscientious objector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S2yXLt93lNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uyhKrOC-P4s/s1600-h/Desmond+T.+Doss+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S2yXLt93lNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uyhKrOC-P4s/s320/Desmond+T.+Doss+pic.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434885077902791890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Desmond T.Doss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;conscientious objector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;esmond T. Doss, great man, great Christian, possibly the greatest war hero ever. But the thing about him was: he never used, or touched a gun in his life. Well except for one time . . . when he was a child.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One time Desmond’s uncle was over for a visit. But Desmond’s dad and uncle got very drunk, and then they got in a big fight with each other (the sad thing was: no one knew what the fight was about). After a lot of fighting Desmond’s dad pulled out a gun and was ready to shoot Desmond’s uncle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But suddenly Desmond’s mom jumped in-between them and took the gun and said to Desmond: “Go hide this so your father won’t get in trouble!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then Desmond was off, with the gun in his hand. Then he buried it then came running back, but it was too late the cops had put hand cuffs on Desmond’s dad threw him in the truck then drove away; taking Desmond’s dad to jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; then on Desmond swore he would never touch or use a gun again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When Desmond voluntarily joined the Army in April 1942 he got shipped to Boot camp where he underwent serious training and criticism. People were making fun of him because he was praying at his bed, and they were saying other mean things to him too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;At one point he asked for Saturday off because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;he was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Seven-day Adventist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. Though he did get a lot of heat, they did give him Saturday off. But when it Sunday they gave Desmond all the nastiest jobs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then he got shipped to another Boot camp in the desert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where a lot of people ran off and were never seen again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and that meant they probably died. Then they got news that the entire 77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; division (that what was the division Desmond was in) was shipping to an island near Japan called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Okinawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-bidi-mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;mso-bidi-mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Desmond got news that his brother was joining the Navy, and this would be the last chance to see his brother that he hadn’t seen in many years for a couple years. So he went to get his papers so he could go see his brother for a week then come back. But when he got there he ran into Captain Cunningham (who he had met before in the Boot camp in the desert). Another thing that happened was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;while Desmond was tying a rope, he made a little discovery that was an accident; but is still being used to this day: a double knot rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi- mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi- mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi-mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; little dialog between them but here basically what happened: “Hello.” Desmond said to Cunningham.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi- mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“I’m going to drop this gun on the floor and you better pick it up!”Cunningham said to Desmond. Then he dropped it on the floor but Desmond didn’t pick it up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi- mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“I SAID I’M GOING TO DROP THIS GUN ON THE FLOOR AND YOU BETTER PICK IT UP!” So he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi-mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; it on the floor again but Desmond still didn’t pick it up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi- mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“I SAID –“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi-mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Sir it says on his papers he’s a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;conscientious objector. His belief doesn’t allow him to use, or even touch a gun,” said a man you just stepped in the room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“I DON’T CARE ABOUT HIS BELIEFS!” Then Cunningham picked up Desmond’s paper then tor them into pieces. And Desmond knew that he wouldn’t be seeing his brother for a long time. . .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Much later on Captain Cunningham sent one man to go check out a top of a hill, but he didn’t return. So he sent another one up, but they didn’t return. So he sent another man up, but they didn’t return either. So finally he sent Desmond and two other men up to go see what was happening. Turns out there were a lot of injured men up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Desmond looked at it and thought: “I could put both of these around each of them for more safety and it make it easier to lower them down!” So Desmond put both of the knots around then lowered him down ,then another, then another, and so on. Finally after about 12 hours he got all of them down. The reason he got all of them down is because he knew the Japanese would torture any injured solider(s). One Japanese man reported that they saw Desmond and tried to shoot him but every time the trigger got jammed! In all he saved seventy-five men that day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One time he was in his fox hole with the rest of his men, he saw a grenade heading straight for them! So he grabbed it jumped out of the hole but the grenade blew up, and did serious damaged his legs. He didn’t call for any help though, he just waited for the litter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;bearers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to reach him and take him to cover. But when Desmond saw another injured man so he crawled off the litter and over to that man and directed the bearers to give attention to him. But then Desmond was hit a sniper bullet while being carried off the field by a comrade. Then he crawled the rest of the way to the aid stations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The saddest thing for him was not that he got hurt but that he lost his Bible that day. But the word got out that he lost it, so all the 77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; division&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;went back to the battle ground and there they found Desmond’s bible. Then they immediately sent it back to Desmond which made Desmond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; happy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A few days later Desmond got word that he was being sent back home, but there was an award ceremony being held for him and a few other men.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So when he got to the ceremony President Truman gave him the Metal of Honor, and Truman said to Desmond: “This is a greater honor then being president!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For you who want to know what he looked like at that time, he looked like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S2yZDket-CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z4OaN73r5xg/s320/desmonds+doss.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-5099477294552999837?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/5099477294552999837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/02/desmond-t-doss-conscientious-objector.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/5099477294552999837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/5099477294552999837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/02/desmond-t-doss-conscientious-objector.html' title='Desmond T. Doss, the conscientious objector'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S2yXLt93lNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uyhKrOC-P4s/s72-c/Desmond+T.+Doss+pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-2936627358801313312</id><published>2010-01-25T12:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:33:42.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was an only child.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 32px; line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Good bye!” I said when my mom and my three brothers, Daniel, Joseph, and Jeremiah, left to go to a Christian concert called: W.O.W (Weekend Of Worship). &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was alone, except for my dad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Goodbye!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That word echoed in my head; and made me think. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;It made me think of what if I didn’t have to say good bye.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What if I had no siblings, if I &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;an only child . . .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What would my life be like? Who would I talk to? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What would I do when I couldn’t see my friends for long periods of time?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But wait! No one would annoy me; no one would keep me up at night complaining about how they haven’t seen friends for month and months! I wouldn’t have to hear my two older brothers fighting about: “THAT’S MY HAIR GEL!” or, “STOP WEARING MY CLOTHES!” Oh joyous day no more complaining, or fighting! Oh happy day! Oooooohhhhh happy day!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But then again I do have good days with my brothers! Like sometimes we do joke around, and play games (Although most of the time the games don’t have plot. And when they do it’s usually not very realistic or creative). It’s not like we whack each other in the head with metal poles! Though we use to whack each other with sticks when we were little though, and throw rocks too. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But we also defend each other against bullies from time to time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;When they came home I was glad to see them! Sure, I know all those types of things will start up again. But I really don’t want to be an only child. Like I said before I do have good days with my brothers and those make up for the bad ones.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Besides who would I annoy if I didn’t have any brothers?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-2936627358801313312?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/2936627358801313312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-was-only-child.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/2936627358801313312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/2936627358801313312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-was-only-child.html' title='If I was an only child.'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-7424053710189587692</id><published>2010-01-21T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:25:21.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag: You're it: 8 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lifesfunnylikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/bush-babes-tag.html"&gt;Debby&lt;/a&gt; over Life's Funny Like that. She tagged me, and now I'm tagging someone else.&lt;div&gt;I've been blogging for about a week or so; and she was one my very first followers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the support Debby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've been very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again: thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things about Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV shows I watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;2. House (When my mom lets me watch it.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Heroes (But sometimes it get boring, and weird)&lt;br /&gt;4. Football (Occasionally)&lt;br /&gt;5. Animal Planet&lt;br /&gt;6. Ghost Hunters&lt;br /&gt;7.  Myth busters&lt;br /&gt;8. Spongebob Squarepants (Although sometime it just kind of weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite places to eat and drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Home&lt;br /&gt;2. Grandparent(s)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pizza hut&lt;br /&gt;4.  Taco bell&lt;br /&gt;5. Subway&lt;br /&gt;6. Burger king(Occasionally, but definitely not all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Apple Bee’s (Although I’ve only been there once!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Mexican restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8  things I look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1.Summer&lt;br /&gt;2.Camp&lt;br /&gt;3.Hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;4.Playing sports&lt;br /&gt;5.Hiking&lt;br /&gt;6.Birthdays&lt;br /&gt;7.Holidays&lt;br /&gt;8.Exploring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I love about winter:&lt;br /&gt;1.Cold(Believe it or not. I like the cold)&lt;br /&gt;2. Snow&lt;br /&gt;3. The thing way  it makes everything look&lt;br /&gt;4. Hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;5. When there’s no school because too much ice or snow&lt;br /&gt;6. Apple cider&lt;br /&gt;7. No school!&lt;br /&gt;8. Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Move to Montana&lt;br /&gt;2. Visit Russia&lt;br /&gt;3. Visit Africa&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to Stonehenge&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;6. Run for governor, or president&lt;br /&gt;7. Climb Mt. Everest&lt;br /&gt;8. Cure Tomato Blight(The tomato disease)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I am passionate about&lt;br /&gt;1.Animals&lt;br /&gt;2.Weather&lt;br /&gt;3.Family&lt;br /&gt;4.Friends&lt;br /&gt;5.Writing&lt;br /&gt;6.Talking&lt;br /&gt;7.Climbing trees&lt;br /&gt;8.Playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I have learned from the past&lt;br /&gt;1. To be polite.&lt;br /&gt;2.To do good or karma will work its ways.&lt;br /&gt;3. To trust your instinct(s).&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t stereo type. (Like saying all French people are rude.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Don’t take more than you can eat. (…I have a short story about that…)&lt;br /&gt;7....Hmm, let me think.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be quiet when other people are talking. (Though that’s kind of hard for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I want/need (Oh you shouldn’t of put this on here…)&lt;br /&gt;1. Race car!&lt;br /&gt;2. Bigger room!(I actually need this one!)&lt;br /&gt;3. A pet lion, or wolf&lt;br /&gt;4. Space ship!&lt;br /&gt;5.100 gallon fish tank&lt;br /&gt;6. An island&lt;br /&gt;7. Salt water fish&lt;br /&gt;8. A giant house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I want to tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;Debby&lt;br /&gt;The Frog Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-7424053710189587692?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/7424053710189587692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/tag-youre-it-8-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/7424053710189587692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/7424053710189587692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/tag-youre-it-8-things.html' title='Tag: You&apos;re it: 8 Things'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-4981821514045558097</id><published>2010-01-18T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:16:54.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti--Our responsiblity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Haiti is an island located south of Florida, and east of the Gulf of Mexico with a population of about nine million. It was a third world country for quite a while. Until recently it has slowly been "crawling" out of being a third world country; which is very good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;But…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;A certain "incident" has happened that did indeed kill at least 10,000 people; and it might even be more…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"What?" you might ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The thing that did happen was an earthquake. 7.0 to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Bodies, bodies everywhere, and not enough places to bury them. That may seem a little harsh, or even sick! But it is the truth. (Unfortunately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"So what? At least it is not me!" Someone may say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You don't get it, do you? Thousands of people died, and all you can say is "So what?' And "at least it is not me!" They do have a special place in hell for people like you! (And for little boys who don't hug their mothers; of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Um… Well-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Stop, just stop right there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Stop being so self centered, and stop being a jerk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"But- I'm not being a jerk or self centered! I'm just glad that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;still alive!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Oh sure because it wasn't you, and your still alive that makes everything alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Just because you're alright does not mean the rest of the world is alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Especially Haiti! Their suffering the most right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Suffering?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Yes very much so! In fact there are rumors of there being riots in some cities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Is there any one over there taking care of those people?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Yes, actually! Doctors, and nurses, and a few other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Is there any way I can help?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Yes there are organizations out there helping out! You can donate money, food, clothes, and even a few toys for the children! Here are some of the links and locations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unicefusa.org/?gclid=CNKas5Pzrp8CFQ4MDQodEmEe1Q"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;http://www.unicefusa.org/?gclid=CNKas5Pzrp8CFQ4MDQodEmEe1Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helphaitinow.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;http://www.helphaitinow.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.convoyofhope.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;http://www.convoyofhope.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-4981821514045558097?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/4981821514045558097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-our-responsiblity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4981821514045558097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/4981821514045558097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-our-responsiblity.html' title='Haiti--Our responsiblity'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-7246979045223009791</id><published>2010-01-15T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:37:46.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tera; my joy, but also my irritation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S1Df1TJIJkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3P8EwLE5d7c/s1600-h/Tera+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S1Df1TJIJkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3P8EwLE5d7c/s320/Tera+picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427083657746064962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Tera, is...&lt;div&gt;"Evil!" But also "Nice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got her from one of my brother's friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said she was 6 weeks, but so was to small to be 6 weeks old... We suspected she was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;actually barely 4 weeks old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The thing about Tera was: she never really grew up! She still acts like she's a kitten! She runs around pouncing on other cats, she's hyper almost all the time, and not to mention: she's just plain mean, and evil to the other cats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's been acting very strange... She's been calling for me to lay down beside her, and when she can't reach me: she grabs her tail and starts carrying it around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; For a while, we were stumped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just couldn't figure out what is wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until we noticed she was treating me like a kitten...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; But now we suspect it is a screwed up heat, and lately she's really not been that bad about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which is very good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We need all the prayers we can get; that this &lt;i&gt;isn't&lt;/i&gt; something more serious then that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-7246979045223009791?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/7246979045223009791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/tera-my-joy-but-also-my-irritation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/7246979045223009791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/7246979045223009791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/tera-my-joy-but-also-my-irritation.html' title='Tera; my joy, but also my irritation...'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S1Df1TJIJkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3P8EwLE5d7c/s72-c/Tera+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-3433758813916783418</id><published>2010-01-14T20:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:49:15.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way of the Wind (First Chapter)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This is a story I've been working on for about three, or four months... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; keep in mind that this is just a second draft; so it's not complete yet! So there's bound to be some grammar, or spelling mistakes I'm not seeing. Please comment saying any spelling, or grammar mistakes I made. Also there probably a lot of weird spaces... But thats not me! Thats this blogging system thingy... Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The Way of the Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Chapter One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;6:00 AM Annie was still awake staring out the window. The rains of spring were starting to come. For whatever reason that not even Annie knew she liked the rain. It made her feel safe and comfortable; she guessed it was the way it smelled and the sound of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;She was thinking about the boating accident that killed her mom, dad, sister, uncle, and aunt. But she just thought one day her mom would call up and everything would be alright; and her mother would invite her over and she would meet her family again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Then she decided to get some breakfast then she stood up and walked into her kitchen, and opened her cabinet only to find some lucky charms, and lots of cans of fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Annie sighed and grabbed the lucky charms and some canned peaches pulled up a chair and sat down with her bowl of cereal and her peaches. Then when she finished she got up to feed her orange lizard and her rat. “Hi there Mr. Pumpkin,” said Annie to the lizard. Then, as Annie walked in her living room, she saw her schedule there was five things on it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;1# Yoga with Tera on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;2# Skiing lessons with Bill on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;3# Josh and Jins wedding on Saturday (note to self bring presents).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;4#going to the movies on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;5# Dinner with Mrs. Vinning on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Annie just kept staring at the board knowing she was only doing these things to fill the hole in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Annie sat back down, then heard knocking on the door. She was wondering who it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Was it a robber?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Was it a friend?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Or was it her mother?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;She wondered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Well…” She thought. “It’s probably not a robber because robbers don’t usually knock.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“It’s probably not my mother.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“So it’s probably a friend.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“But who?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Then Annie slowly stood up and walked toward the door and reached at the door knob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;and turned it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Hi Annie,” said a tall white man with brown hair and blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Hi Larry,” said Annie with happiness in her voice and bit of relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Annie always enjoyed Larry because he was strange but funny even though she thought he was homeless. But whenever she asked him about it he just responded “oh no I have a big white house with a fountain and a wife and kid.” So she just played along asking him how his wife or kid was doing or whatever. But then again Larry would disappear for weeks or months at a time. The longest he had ever been gone was about ten months and two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“So how’s your life been going?” asked Larry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Good. What about you?” responded Annie while looking at a picture of all her family smiling. A small tear dropped from her eye because it was like she was listening to what they were all saying but it was just all it her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Annie are you ok ?” asked Larry with concern in his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Yeah,” she said while quickly pulling her gaze away from the picture and looking at Larry. "Yeah. I’m ok. I’m just thinking.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Ok . I’m glad you’re alright,” said Larry while giving her a weird stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;“Anyway dropped by to say hi! Well I better go . My kid is learning how to ride her bike. I’m[m5] not going to miss that even if the world is coming to an end.“Bye!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Then Annie just watched Larry walk down the hall, then down the stairs until he disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-3433758813916783418?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/3433758813916783418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-of-wind-first-chapter_14.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/3433758813916783418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/3433758813916783418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-of-wind-first-chapter_14.html' title='Way of the Wind (First Chapter)'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287980609920552424.post-5236156213749474315</id><published>2010-01-13T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:37:14.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capturing the beast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S05idG4ShhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-rIKooDXKXA/s1600-h/Bird,+on+board..jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426382853230462482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S05idG4ShhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-rIKooDXKXA/s320/Bird,+on+board..jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By beast I mean bird. For at least a day I was trying to get a good picture of a bird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this really isn't the bird I wanted; I wanted to get a picture of a wood pecker.&amp;nbsp;BUT NO THE WOOD PECKER JUST FLEW AWAY!&amp;nbsp;But still this a pretty good picture anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just try next time! When I've finally "captured the beast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287980609920552424-5236156213749474315?l=samuelpaddock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/feeds/5236156213749474315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/capturing-beast.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/5236156213749474315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287980609920552424/posts/default/5236156213749474315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samuelpaddock.blogspot.com/2010/01/capturing-beast.html' title='Capturing the beast.'/><author><name>Samuel Paddock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01116252835878174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4OY-dEX8cg/S05idG4ShhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-rIKooDXKXA/s72-c/Bird,+on+board..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
