<?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-5378092029931946756</id><updated>2011-09-28T17:10:01.549-06:00</updated><category term='Ipaho'/><category term='hard times'/><category term='Taxes'/><category term='congress'/><category term='death'/><category term='Jaden Hills'/><category term='hit and run'/><category term='hypocracy'/><category term='HDR'/><category term='dui'/><category term='senate'/><category term='tribulation'/><category term='jackson 5'/><category term='bulletbike'/><category term='Pelosi'/><category term='Afganistan'/><category term='Clouds'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='War on drugs'/><category term='smurf'/><category term='Queen of Sheba mine'/><category term='Coral Pink Sand Dunes'/><category term='funeral'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='terror'/><category term='accidents'/><category term='crossfit'/><category term='peace'/><category term='costume'/><category term='cascade springs'/><category term='ghilli suit'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='camping'/><category term='Atonement'/><category term='sundance'/><category term='Jesus Christ'/><category term='pork barrel spending.'/><category term='joy'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='Ducait 848'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='whole30 whole9'/><category term='road rage'/><category term='drunk driving'/><category term='trials'/><category term='Caving'/><category term='Deer Creek'/><category term='police chase'/><category term='timpanogas'/><category term='Harry Reid'/><category term='moto'/><category term='old man'/><category term='paleo diet'/><title type='text'>Loving Life!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-5783220507927090102</id><published>2011-03-08T16:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:32:21.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossfit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whole30 whole9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paleo diet'/><title type='text'>Time for the Whole 30 challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwEI5sRS9O8/TXa8OA5AEHI/AAAAAAAADfU/ZjO2XWca498/s1600/DSC_0154-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwEI5sRS9O8/TXa8OA5AEHI/AAAAAAAADfU/ZjO2XWca498/s400/DSC_0154-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581855737115578482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a 10 day trip to Hawaii as a pseudo birthday present to myself.  I will post pics soon, but i wanted to talk about a goal i made November 1st last year and how i achieved that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been "in shape" for about 5 years. I decided that for my 30th birthday i would get into as good of shape as i had every been.  Not the best in all areas (i would not achieve the cardio of when i was swimming) but the best all around shape.   I was really starting to get frustrated because my body just didn't respond to eating or working out like it did when i was in my early 20's.  It would take 2-3 times as long to get the same results, or i was a lot more sensitive to cheating on foods or not being very dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jake Dickerson had started working out 6 months before and was also getting into great shape, so he told me to try the paleo diet.  I had never heard it called that but had heard of the "caveman" diet or the T diet, all basically the same thing.  Well i started researching it and decided this was the lifestyle for me.  It isn't a diet that you do for a little bit, this is the real deal.  I way to eat and always be satisfied yet stay in shape and give your body the nutrients it needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was somewhat dedicated for the first 2 months but the holidays, travel for work, and just not being 100% committed kept me from really seeing the benefits this eating style has to offer.  I went to Las Vegas for new years and while i was sitting in the hot tub with the other guys on the trip I realized i was the "fat one" of the group.  that was it. never again would i be that guy.  so on January 3rd I went all in, started the Whole30 challenge of eating perfectly for 1 month, and the rest is history.  I have never seen a change in my body or the way i felt as fast and easily as i did during that 30 days.  I felt amazing and was just watching my body composition change literally every day.  I only lost 3 lbs... so for you that don't want to get smaller or want to bulk up this diet works, for you that want to lose tons of weight, this diet will probably work, but out of that 3 lbs i lost approximately 21 lbs of fat.  No that is not a typo.... 21 lbs of fat, gained 15 lbs or so of muscle.  I was working out doing crossfit pretty hard too but the real kicker was the diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i live paleo as best i can and cheat when i feel like it( maybe 1-2 times a week) and love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to reach my goal of being in probably the best shape of my life at 30 years old.  I am going start the whole 30 again today and see just how far this way of life can take me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-5783220507927090102?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5783220507927090102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=5783220507927090102' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5783220507927090102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5783220507927090102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-for-whole-30-challenge.html' title='Time for the Whole 30 challenge'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwEI5sRS9O8/TXa8OA5AEHI/AAAAAAAADfU/ZjO2XWca498/s72-c/DSC_0154-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-4674411569689496646</id><published>2011-02-08T02:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T02:51:39.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Average Man comparison</title><content type='html'>I have always laughed at things like this because it turns out i'm pretty much dead on average in most ways... well physically at least.  I know i'm far from normal in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: courier new;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;M&amp;amp;F Size Yourself Up:&lt;br /&gt;Average U.S. Male:&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'9  Me: 5' 9"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 168 Me: 168&lt;br /&gt;Body Fat: 17.6% Me: I'm going to guess 10-12% i was probably 17 2 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Chest: 40" Me: 44"&lt;br /&gt;Biceps: 13" Me: 15.5"&lt;br /&gt;Waist size: 34" Me: 32"&lt;br /&gt;Mile run: 12:17 Me: 8&lt;br /&gt;Number of pull ups: 1 Me: 28&lt;br /&gt;Bench Press: 180lbs Me: 300+-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Expectancy: 77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;I really need to get on my goals for the next couple years. My 30th birthday is right around the corner and the year is flying by.  within the next week I will jot down publicly where I want to be and what I want to do in the next chapter of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-4674411569689496646?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4674411569689496646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=4674411569689496646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/4674411569689496646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/4674411569689496646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/average-man-comparison.html' title='Average Man comparison'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-8814391553201121025</id><published>2010-12-28T03:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T04:04:53.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Lake Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRnENtzOlaI/AAAAAAAADPU/b6Hx7akenH8/s1600/DSC_0061_2_3_tonemapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRnENtzOlaI/AAAAAAAADPU/b6Hx7akenH8/s400/DSC_0061_2_3_tonemapped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555687355250021794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRnENNbFZCI/AAAAAAAADPM/kk4kfY52Ddo/s1600/utlfused3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRnENNbFZCI/AAAAAAAADPM/kk4kfY52Ddo/s400/utlfused3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555687346558821410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRnEMpK9DmI/AAAAAAAADPE/j2FXfsiKnsI/s1600/UTL76_7_8enhancedcropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRnEMpK9DmI/AAAAAAAADPE/j2FXfsiKnsI/s400/UTL76_7_8enhancedcropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555687336827489890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I finally made it outside in time for the sunset.  We have had some amazing ones lately and tonight the weather cooperated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-8814391553201121025?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8814391553201121025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=8814391553201121025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/8814391553201121025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/8814391553201121025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/utah-lake-sunset.html' title='Utah Lake Sunset'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRnENtzOlaI/AAAAAAAADPU/b6Hx7akenH8/s72-c/DSC_0061_2_3_tonemapped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-7977536770215436613</id><published>2010-12-23T16:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:12:25.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaden Hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HDR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deer Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coral Pink Sand Dunes'/><title type='text'>It seems photography has caught my interest of late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRPXLZENISI/AAAAAAAADO0/TeQqMV-B8Ao/s1600/Jaden%2Btoned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRPXLZENISI/AAAAAAAADO0/TeQqMV-B8Ao/s400/Jaden%2Btoned.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554019356185010466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRPXLIGhOHI/AAAAAAAADOs/KcIamTzP_ls/s1600/deercreekv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRPXLIGhOHI/AAAAAAAADOs/KcIamTzP_ls/s400/deercreekv2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554019351631313010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRPXKnyBJXI/AAAAAAAADOk/a4-j4yCQ2J0/s1600/coralpinkcrop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRPXKnyBJXI/AAAAAAAADOk/a4-j4yCQ2J0/s400/coralpinkcrop2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554019342955390322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very intrigued by photography in all forms lately, of course HDR still dominates my interest.  I keep going back and re editing photos i have taken over the last couple years because i haven't found time to go take more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple that i have recently worked on.  I know they are almost fake looking but it is the style i have been going for.  I am trying to create desktop backgrounds that take your breath away or pique the imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5378092029931946756-7977536770215436613?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7977536770215436613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=7977536770215436613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/7977536770215436613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/7977536770215436613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-seems-photography-has-caught-my.html' title='It seems photography has caught my interest of late'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TRPXLZENISI/AAAAAAAADO0/TeQqMV-B8Ao/s72-c/Jaden%2Btoned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-2545679617578694395</id><published>2010-11-21T21:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:12:53.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parent's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went up to my parents for sunday dinner and figured I would grab some pictures of the remodel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOntjMwCFNI/AAAAAAAADOc/lZA_o_1XQsM/s1600/house3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOntjMwCFNI/AAAAAAAADOc/lZA_o_1XQsM/s400/house3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542222005429998802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOntibpN7lI/AAAAAAAADOU/LYWmfX66hZ0/s1600/housev2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOntibpN7lI/AAAAAAAADOU/LYWmfX66hZ0/s400/housev2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542221992248077906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOntiBtYkQI/AAAAAAAADOM/aOg-89IvS1M/s1600/housev1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOntiBtYkQI/AAAAAAAADOM/aOg-89IvS1M/s400/housev1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542221985286230274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-2545679617578694395?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2545679617578694395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=2545679617578694395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/2545679617578694395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/2545679617578694395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/parents-house.html' title='The Parent&apos;s House'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOntjMwCFNI/AAAAAAAADOc/lZA_o_1XQsM/s72-c/house3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-2450205857840427812</id><published>2010-11-20T00:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:34:29.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HDR attempt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd57fjWwOI/AAAAAAAADOE/QaGxbilqYP0/s1600/treev2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd57fjWwOI/AAAAAAAADOE/QaGxbilqYP0/s400/treev2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541531929491718370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd5rPP_NaI/AAAAAAAADN8/wiUJ1wf0P5o/s1600/sunsetv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd5rPP_NaI/AAAAAAAADN8/wiUJ1wf0P5o/s400/sunsetv2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541531650237609378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd5qeG8gYI/AAAAAAAADN0/CaMcjpmLRUA/s1600/pines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd5qeG8gYI/AAAAAAAADN0/CaMcjpmLRUA/s400/pines.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541531637046346114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd5I4XdtoI/AAAAAAAADNs/VdmYtoN0irk/s1600/cct%2Bhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd5I4XdtoI/AAAAAAAADNs/VdmYtoN0irk/s400/cct%2Bhdr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541531059979400834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd5IhbWU3I/AAAAAAAADNk/UQWbQzwTCOQ/s1600/fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd5IhbWU3I/AAAAAAAADNk/UQWbQzwTCOQ/s400/fence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541531053821678450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just started looking at some of my previous photos. Going through and reprocessing them and here are the results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-2450205857840427812?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2450205857840427812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=2450205857840427812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/2450205857840427812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/2450205857840427812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/hdr-attempt-2.html' title='HDR attempt 2'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/TOd57fjWwOI/AAAAAAAADOE/QaGxbilqYP0/s72-c/treev2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-5028355530973150794</id><published>2010-11-05T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:14:01.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A brief history of the world</title><content type='html'>For those that don't know about history ... Here is a condensed version: &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans originally existed as members of small bands of nomadic hunters/gatherers. They lived on deer in the mountains during the summer and would go to the coast and live on fish and lobster in the winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two most important events in all of history were the invention of beer and the invention of the wheel. The wheel was invented to get man to the beer. These were the foundation of modern civilization and together were the catalyst for the splitting of humanity into two distinct subgroups: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 . Liberals &lt;br /&gt;2. Conservatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once beer was discovered, it required grain and that was the beginning of agriculture. Neither the glass bottle nor aluminum can were invented yet, so while our early humans were sitting around waiting for them to be invented, they just stayed close to the brewery. That's how villages were formed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men spent their days tracking and killing animals to BBQ at night while they were drinking beer. This was the beginning of what is known as the Conservative movement... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other men who were weaker and less skilled at hunting learned to live off the conservatives by showing up for the nightly BBQ's and doing the sewing, fetching, and hair dressing. This was the beginning of the Liberal movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these liberal men eventually evolved into women. They became known as girlie-men. Some noteworthy liberal achievements include the domestication of cats, the invention of group therapy, group hugs, and the concept of Democratic voting to decide how to divide the meat and beer that conservatives provided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years conservatives came to be symbolized by the largest, most powerful land animal on earth, the elephant. Liberals are symbolized by the jackass for obvious reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern liberals like imported beer (with lime added), but most prefer white wine or imported bottled water. They eat raw fish &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;but like their beef well done. Sushi, tofu, and French food are standard liberal fare.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting evolutionary side note: most of their women have higher testosterone levels than their men. Most social workers, personal injury attorneys, journalists, dreamers &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;in Hollywood and group therapists are liberals. Liberals invented the designated hitter rule because it wasn't fair to make the pitcher also bat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conservatives drink domestic beer, mostly Bud or Miller. They eat red meat and still provide for their women. Conservatives are big game hunters, rodeo cowboys, lumberjacks, construction workers, firemen, medical doctors, police officers, engineers, corporate executives, &lt;br /&gt;athletes, members of the military, airline pilots and generally anyone who works productively. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Conservatives who own companies hire other conservatives who want to work for a living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberals produce little or nothing. They like to govern the producers &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;and decide what to do with the production. Liberals believe Europeans &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;are more enlightened than Americans. That is why most of the liberals &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;remained in Europe when conservatives were coming to America . They crept in after the Wild West was tamed and created a  &lt;br /&gt;business of trying to get more for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ends today's lesson in world history: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be noted that a Liberal may have a momentary urge to &lt;br /&gt;  angrily respond to the above before forwarding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Conservative will simply laugh and be so convinced of the absolute &lt;br /&gt;  truth of this history that it will be forwarded immediately to other true &lt;br /&gt;believers and to more liberals just to hack them off .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-5028355530973150794?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5028355530973150794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=5028355530973150794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5028355530973150794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5028355530973150794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/brief-history-of-world.html' title='A brief history of the world'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-3141482979847995785</id><published>2010-08-27T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:52:40.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite political cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftS7Qd80I/AAAAAAAADNU/QLDOnQvsozA/s1600/obama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftS7Qd80I/AAAAAAAADNU/QLDOnQvsozA/s400/obama1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510133578511283010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftSk6UPhI/AAAAAAAADNM/zwUGoTvDHoY/s1600/ob4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftSk6UPhI/AAAAAAAADNM/zwUGoTvDHoY/s400/ob4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510133572512792082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftSStqQ7I/AAAAAAAADNE/gcfKbmRdE1Y/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftSStqQ7I/AAAAAAAADNE/gcfKbmRdE1Y/s400/22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510133567627871154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftR1swOdI/AAAAAAAADM8/x-ptdsHlZj8/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftR1swOdI/AAAAAAAADM8/x-ptdsHlZj8/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510133559839439314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftRYqMKhI/AAAAAAAADM0/0QdhU_vaX9Q/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftRYqMKhI/AAAAAAAADM0/0QdhU_vaX9Q/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510133552044059154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-3141482979847995785?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3141482979847995785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=3141482979847995785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/3141482979847995785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/3141482979847995785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-of-my-favorite-political-cartoons.html' title='Some of my favorite political cartoons'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THftS7Qd80I/AAAAAAAADNU/QLDOnQvsozA/s72-c/obama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-3984053067026963040</id><published>2010-08-24T15:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:39:28.808-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ducait 848'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulletbike'/><title type='text'>DUCATI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THQ75-H-AlI/AAAAAAAADMs/JAB_WyVmE64/s1600/photo(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THQ75-H-AlI/AAAAAAAADMs/JAB_WyVmE64/s400/photo(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509094111295963730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had this bike for about a year and a half now but have never really ridden it due to some title issues and not being able to register it.  I hope to have a lot more time on it over the rest of the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-3984053067026963040?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3984053067026963040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=3984053067026963040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/3984053067026963040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/3984053067026963040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/ducati.html' title='DUCATI'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/THQ75-H-AlI/AAAAAAAADMs/JAB_WyVmE64/s72-c/photo(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-5703988520431819803</id><published>2010-08-12T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:27:54.816-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afganistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypocracy'/><title type='text'>Obama Debates Himself on Afganistan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/video/video_2899.html?1281456364" width="465" height="395" noresize="noresize" frameborder="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" style="border:0px;overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-5703988520431819803?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5703988520431819803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=5703988520431819803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5703988520431819803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5703988520431819803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/obama-debates-himself-on-afganistan.html' title='Obama Debates Himself on Afganistan'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-4165886768629799353</id><published>2010-01-07T10:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:34:54.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelosi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Reid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='congress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senate'/><title type='text'>545 VS 300,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/S0Ya-w20YeI/AAAAAAAAC0w/VSQsGM2uqWg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/S0Ya-w20YeI/AAAAAAAAC0w/VSQsGM2uqWg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424052466783379938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;545 PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;By Charlie Reese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I don't propose a federal budget. The president does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.&lt;br /&gt;What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits.. The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Army &amp; Marines are in IRAQ, it's because they want them in IRAQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because they want it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no insoluble government problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 545 people and they alone, are responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They and they alone, have the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Reese is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do with this article now that you have read it......... Is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be funny if it weren't so darned true.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to read all the way to the end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax his land,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his bed,&lt;br /&gt;Tax the table&lt;br /&gt;At which he's fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax his tractor,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his mule,&lt;br /&gt;Teach him taxes&lt;br /&gt;Are the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax his work,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his pay,&lt;br /&gt;He works for peanuts&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Tax his cow,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his goat,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his pants,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his coat.&lt;br /&gt;Tax his ties,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his shirt,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his work,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax his tobacco,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his drink,&lt;br /&gt;Tax him if he&lt;br /&gt;Tries to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax his cigars,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his beers,&lt;br /&gt;If he cries&lt;br /&gt;Tax his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax his car,&lt;br /&gt;Tax his gas,&lt;br /&gt;Find other ways&lt;br /&gt;To tax his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax all he has&lt;br /&gt;Then let him know&lt;br /&gt;That you won't be done&lt;br /&gt;Till he has no dough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-4165886768629799353?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4165886768629799353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=4165886768629799353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/4165886768629799353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/4165886768629799353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/545-vs-300000.html' title='545 VS 300,000'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/S0Ya-w20YeI/AAAAAAAAC0w/VSQsGM2uqWg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-4365143776762808456</id><published>2009-12-21T13:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:18:26.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brianhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MSh0xDstshRx7rBweBcpSQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKQtMqQ_bbE1wE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SymTn7l2-LI/AAAAAAAACnA/o7hD4jdFGcc/s144/DSC_0299.NEF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hauliboy21/December2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKQtMqQ_bbE1wE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This weekend we went to Brianhead Ski resort to a buddies cabin.  It snowed about 2 and a half feet while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of sledding in the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_pRzPjOLfz0c54oK7yBDxg?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKQtMqQ_bbE1wE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SymT0FJHuwI/AAAAAAAACpg/WOUW5yoP9EU/s144/DSC_0319.NEF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hauliboy21/December2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKQtMqQ_bbE1wE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EFYbBbr8TJWz0vSBdxprOw?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKQtMqQ_bbE1wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SymUWdCPchI/AAAAAAAACvY/zPyBaz5uGbg/s144/DSC_0371.NEF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hauliboy21/December2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKQtMqQ_bbE1wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Nu-sTrtvbaJblvx8OCJMNg?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKQtMqQ_bbE1wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SymTSA7LlTI/AAAAAAAACi0/6WafbngE8gg/s144/DSC_0266.NEF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hauliboy21/December2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKQtMqQ_bbE1wE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-4365143776762808456?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4365143776762808456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=4365143776762808456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/4365143776762808456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/4365143776762808456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/brianhead.html' title='Brianhead'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SymTn7l2-LI/AAAAAAAACnA/o7hD4jdFGcc/s72-c/DSC_0299.NEF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-1774321473138993241</id><published>2009-12-01T22:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:20:37.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SxX5HZL1ssI/AAAAAAAAByk/N8-BmaBCWK0/s1600-h/DSC_0357-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SxX5HZL1ssI/AAAAAAAAByk/N8-BmaBCWK0/s400/DSC_0357-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410504432770462402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SxX44ns4qyI/AAAAAAAAByc/7VfFMCE8OEA/s1600-h/DSC_0360-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SxX44ns4qyI/AAAAAAAAByc/7VfFMCE8OEA/s400/DSC_0360-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410504178969127714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing thanksgiving weekend with my family.  On friday we decided we were going to go try and find some coyotes.  We had absolutely no luck but it was fun just the same. Here are a few pictures of Austin and Jaden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-1774321473138993241?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1774321473138993241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=1774321473138993241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/1774321473138993241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/1774321473138993241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SxX5HZL1ssI/AAAAAAAAByk/N8-BmaBCWK0/s72-c/DSC_0357-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-3490724722999666873</id><published>2009-06-20T19:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:11:38.660-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pork barrel spending.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War on drugs'/><title type='text'>War on "------"</title><content type='html'>I heard a quote once and i am sorry but i don't remember who said it.  Any war on a verb is a war we can not win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.  Has the "War on Drugs" stopped or even slowed the amount of drugs that have flowed into the US since it has been started?  Has the War on Terror stopped 'terror' from happening?  How bout the war on poverty? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;global&lt;/span&gt; warming?  you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our enemy is not something material or solid then it is impossible to fight it and have a definite victory.  It ends up becoming an excuse to pass more legislation, and spend more money our government doesn't have because they are able to use the fear of the people to create a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perceived&lt;/span&gt; need for such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets stop fighting Wars on "-----."  and start being responsible and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;admitting&lt;/span&gt; that such policies do not help us arrive at the intended results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-3490724722999666873?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3490724722999666873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=3490724722999666873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/3490724722999666873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/3490724722999666873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/war-on.html' title='War on &quot;------&quot;'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-4833887776902390464</id><published>2009-06-20T02:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:27:36.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More HDR experiments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjybJUd5WTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hp0FoYU1d8c/s1600-h/flowersinvace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjybJUd5WTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hp0FoYU1d8c/s400/flowersinvace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349321041824536882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjydWFLf77I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VDaKA-8jG24/s1600-h/statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjydWFLf77I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VDaKA-8jG24/s400/statue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349323460082397106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to my room i pass this awesome vase every night, and the statue above.  I don't know why but they looked like they would be fun to photograph so here they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-4833887776902390464?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4833887776902390464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=4833887776902390464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/4833887776902390464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/4833887776902390464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-hdr-experiments.html' title='More HDR experiments'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjybJUd5WTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hp0FoYU1d8c/s72-c/flowersinvace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-5633903474871728835</id><published>2009-06-19T15:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:45:17.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are we so blind to the plight we are in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.turnerradionetwork.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=59:employees-of-japan-finance-ministry-arrested-in-italy-trying-tosmuggle-134-billion-in-us-treasuries-in-suitcases&amp;amp;catid=1:latest-news&amp;amp;Itemid=50"&gt;http://www.turnerradionetwork.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that our leaders would wake up and realize that the spending they are currently doing is absurd and unsustainable.  So much so that our allies are going to start dumping our currency to save themselves from our sinking ship.  Wake up Washington!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-5633903474871728835?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5633903474871728835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=5633903474871728835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5633903474871728835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5633903474871728835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-are-we-so-blind-to-plight-we-are-in.html' title='Why are we so blind to the plight we are in?'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-3068812115262538906</id><published>2009-06-15T20:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:56:08.007-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HDR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timpanogas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cascade springs'/><title type='text'>sunday drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb-UzqAqNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LH2BLwM7N1U/s1600-h/livingroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb-UzqAqNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LH2BLwM7N1U/s400/livingroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347741240966293714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our living room. Just messing around with the different effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb-LH-EZSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GSSneSQ5LrE/s1600-h/meadow4+HDR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb-LH-EZSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GSSneSQ5LrE/s400/meadow4+HDR1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347741074620441890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb-B1a3cWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AJXelfbmOvE/s1600-h/meadow3+HRD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb-B1a3cWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AJXelfbmOvE/s400/meadow3+HRD1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347740915022131554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb97lzH0jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NL4PXewkb8E/s1600-h/meadow2hdr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb97lzH0jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NL4PXewkb8E/s400/meadow2hdr1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347740807749685810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb9sc4Hh_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/_5T0FtaupgE/s1600-h/lonleyroad+hdr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb9sc4Hh_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/_5T0FtaupgE/s400/lonleyroad+hdr1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347740547656681458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from sunday dinner i took the alpine loop.  It was rainy and cloudy so the colors didn't turn out that well but practice is practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-3068812115262538906?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3068812115262538906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=3068812115262538906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/3068812115262538906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/3068812115262538906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-drive.html' title='sunday drive'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/Sjb-UzqAqNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LH2BLwM7N1U/s72-c/livingroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-446958318595120965</id><published>2009-06-12T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:43:17.693-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HDR'/><title type='text'>Take 2 HDR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjMSM4Brf5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/7Bj0wSwc1aU/s1600-h/treebranch+HDR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjMSM4Brf5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/7Bj0wSwc1aU/s400/treebranch+HDR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346637195026071442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjMSGzqTYdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eQgbMmasv3Q/s1600-h/treebranch+HDR3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjMSGzqTYdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eQgbMmasv3Q/s400/treebranch+HDR3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346637090775065042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjMRK_udI4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/hCNpg3lDOyo/s1600-h/treebranch+HDR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjMRK_udI4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/hCNpg3lDOyo/s400/treebranch+HDR1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346636063221556098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-446958318595120965?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/446958318595120965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=446958318595120965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/446958318595120965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/446958318595120965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-2-hdr.html' title='Take 2 HDR'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjMSM4Brf5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/7Bj0wSwc1aU/s72-c/treebranch+HDR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-447954882144226776</id><published>2009-06-12T20:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:15:06.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first HDR Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjMLpCavpQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YGt_dKACFIU/s1600-h/glowing+tree+hdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjMLpCavpQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YGt_dKACFIU/s400/glowing+tree+hdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346629982270498050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got a new toy recently to take me back to the days when we used to develop our own film in the wasatch high dark room and we would roll our own black and white, push 400 exp to 800, etc etc.  Here is my first picture taken.  It is terrible and is really rough in so many ways but i am going to use this as a benchmark or starting point. As I continue to take pictures i can look back at this and hopefully see improvment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-447954882144226776?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/447954882144226776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=447954882144226776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/447954882144226776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/447954882144226776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-hdr-image.html' title='My first HDR Image'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SjMLpCavpQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YGt_dKACFIU/s72-c/glowing+tree+hdr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-548946479134666234</id><published>2009-06-08T11:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:23:09.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna be friends?</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to the park with a friend and her niece. It being a Saturday there were kids running around all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl came up to a boy about her age that was playing on the monkey bars.  She walked right up to him and the first words out of her mouth were "Wanna be friends?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked down from his perch above her and without hesitation answered "ok."  They then introduced themselves and started talking about how one of them lived really far away and the other one lived really close, among other things that 4 year olds would talk about.  For the rest of the time i was there these two kids ran around that park together, sometimes helping each other over the obsticles in the playground, acting as if they had known each other their whole lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this little exchange caused me to evaluate my life, and how easy some things should be.  If we took the view of this little girl and assumed everyone was a possible good friend until we had reason not to how much more inviting would life be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-548946479134666234?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/548946479134666234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=548946479134666234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/548946479134666234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/548946479134666234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanna-be-friends.html' title='Wanna be friends?'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-5783759048265487248</id><published>2009-05-17T14:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:08:42.440-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hit and run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police chase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road rage'/><title type='text'>Cops, Crashes, and Drunk Drivers.</title><content type='html'>I seem to only post when something crazy happens, I don't know why that may be but at least i keep track of these things so i can look back and remember all the weird things that make up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday night I was heading home from a wedding reception going southbound on State Street in orem.  I was cruising along trying to get Karen home because she had some people to meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were approaching University Parkway an old white mercedes benz pulled in front of me almost hitting the front of my car.  I thought the person had just not seen me so i flashed my brights to let him know i was there.  He instantly slammed on his brakes and started turning on his blinkers alternating left to right.  I slowed down to give him space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we hit the turning lane for University Parkway I moved around him and hoped to pass him and turn and leave the crazy guy behind.  He swerved toward me trying to hit the side of my car. I gunned it around him and stopped at the light.  He stayed back about 10 feet and just stared at us as if he was bent on killing us.  I thought well we are ahead of him now so i can just ignore him.  No reason to cause an incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned onto University Parkway heading toward provo, he did a manuever and made the turn also, cut off another car and got behind us.  He then started swearving all over the lane flashing his lights, honking his horn, and alternating blinkers again.  I just thought it was someone with a road rage problem and stayed at the speed limit and ignored him.  There were times he was so close i couldn't see his car or lights at all in my mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it through the 8th East light and started going down the hill into provo.  Traffic was pretty bad and he was still following very close behind, swerving so bad that cars had to move onto the shoulder to avoid an accident.  By this time i realized something was not right so i called 911.  The operator came on and i explained where we were and calmly recalled the situation.  coming up on the light by albertsons at the bottom of the hill i realized that it was a red light and there was no where to go.  we slowed down and came to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still on the phone with the 911 dispatch explaining where we were and the type of car etc.  He had stopped about 10 or 15 feet behind us and was still just staring at us in a way i can only describe as animalistic.  then out of no where he slammed on the gas and rammed into a car next to us scrapping the entire side of the car before crashing into the back of my car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and I were both so shocked we weren't quite sure we believed what had just happened.  Karen rolled down the window and asked the guy next to us if we had really just been hit. he said yup and it looks like the guy is really really drunk.  That kind of answered some questions but i was still just shocked that he woudl intentionally ram me for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to the dispatcher that i had just been intentionally hit and was not going to pull over and stop as long as the guy was behind me because i did not want a personal confrontation with him.  I had earlier slid my glock out of its holster and had it in my hand resting on my lap.  I was really afraid he was goign to get out of his car and come up to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about this time he realized the implications of what he had just done and decided the best course of action was to get out of dodge.   He swung his car around, ran two red lights and headed back up the hill on university parkway toward Orem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Hell no you don't" and turned around and followed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dispatcher gave the obligatory, "we don't recommend you follow" and i told her as long as i wasn't breaking any traffic laws or putting myself at risk i was not letting him out of my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back up the hill turned north on state then he took an immediate right into the Universtity Mall parking lot.  He did a big loop then headed his car back in my direction.  I gunned it out of his way and watched as he passed then headed down the street.  He stopped about 200 yards in front of us and sat there for about 1 minute.  I think he was trying to think about what his next stupid move would be. He then very calmly returned to State street and headed north. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed and let him get about a block ahead of us because he was endangering everyone around him going across all three lanes and driving at about 50mph trying to lose us.  I had been transfered to Orem dispatch and had explained the situation to them.  We just kept updating them on where we were and where he was.  At Center street in orem he made a right turn and the cops were right there making a left.  Dispatch said let them pull him over then pull in behind them. she then disconnected and the police cars flew past us and surrounded his car.  He pulled over and we pulled in behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later the cop came up to our window and made sure everything was alright, I got out and we walked around my car to inspect the damage.  The bumper was pretty messed up but it wasn 't near as bad as i thought it would be.   I handed him my CCW and he handed it back and just smiled and shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady who had made the original stop came up and said yea he is very very intoxicated.  Blew something lke a .5, and he failed his field sobriety test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat there for another hour while the provo police came to the scene, the other car that had been hit arrived, and they took care of all the paperwork that goes along with 2 hit and runs, 2 dui's reckless driving, reckless endangerment, and all the other things they charged him with.  He also didn't speak a word of english and didn't have a license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why or what it is but wacko's pick me every time.   At least it always makes for good stories!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-5783759048265487248?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5783759048265487248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=5783759048265487248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5783759048265487248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5783759048265487248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/cops-crashes-and-drunk-drivers.html' title='Cops, Crashes, and Drunk Drivers.'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-2028422972741096754</id><published>2009-01-28T13:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:10:22.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth is Rarely Pure, and Never Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SYC7WvtvRqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wK8mAEx2Acg/s1600-h/mba0591l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SYC7WvtvRqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wK8mAEx2Acg/s400/mba0591l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296439161227527842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-2028422972741096754?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2028422972741096754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=2028422972741096754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/2028422972741096754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/2028422972741096754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth-is-rarely-pure-and-never-simple.html' title='The Truth is Rarely Pure, and Never Simple'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SYC7WvtvRqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wK8mAEx2Acg/s72-c/mba0591l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-3628324805411877352</id><published>2008-12-03T19:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:22:01.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix it up, Wear it out, Make it do, or Do without!</title><content type='html'>This is an address President Packer made a month or two ago in a fast and testimony meeting. I think it would serve all of us well to listen to the words of caution and wisdom from this great man.  We are probably heading toward some pretty rough times.  I believe strongly in the country's ability to pull through whatever is thrown at us, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Intellectual Reserve Inc. Publication, distribution or reproduction for other than incidental, noncommercial Church or home purposes&lt;br /&gt;requires the permission of the Intellectual Property Office of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;“If ye are prepared ye shall not fear”&lt;br /&gt;President Boyd K. Packer&lt;br /&gt;President of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, October 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;When President Boyd K. Packer speaks, he always makes arrangements for a recording to be made. On Sunday, October&lt;br /&gt;12, 2008, he spoke without having planned to speak in the sacrament meeting of his home ward. What follows is the&lt;br /&gt;authorized version of President Packer’s remarks in that meeting.&lt;br /&gt;I have attended fast and testimony meeting on&lt;br /&gt;occasion in the ward, but I have never before&lt;br /&gt;thought to speak to you in a testimony meeting.&lt;br /&gt;If the spirit is willing and the power and&lt;br /&gt;influence of the Holy Ghost will be with us, I&lt;br /&gt;would like to talk to this my home ward in the&lt;br /&gt;Church.&lt;br /&gt;I may be the oldest man here today. I am old&lt;br /&gt;enough to remember 1930. Recently that has&lt;br /&gt;been referred to every day by the&lt;br /&gt;commentators, that we are probably moving&lt;br /&gt;into a severe recession. They have compared it&lt;br /&gt;to the Great Depression.&lt;br /&gt;I was six years old in 1930. I was number 10 in&lt;br /&gt;a family of 11. My father was a mechanic. He&lt;br /&gt;had an auto repair business. When the&lt;br /&gt;Depression came, there was not much money&lt;br /&gt;around. Almost everybody was out of work all&lt;br /&gt;at once. There were some government&lt;br /&gt;programs that were instituted. In Brigham City,&lt;br /&gt;where we lived, they determined they would&lt;br /&gt;put a new sewer line in the length of the town.&lt;br /&gt;It would be about eight feet deep. It was dug&lt;br /&gt;by hand, by pick and shovel. I remember that&lt;br /&gt;very well.&lt;br /&gt;There are scriptures which say, “My people&lt;br /&gt;must needs be chastened until they learn&lt;br /&gt;obedience, if it must needs be, by the things&lt;br /&gt;which they suffer” (D&amp;amp;C 105:6), and, “After&lt;br /&gt;much tribulation come the blessings” (D&amp;amp;C&lt;br /&gt;58:4).&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there comes a time when the only&lt;br /&gt;time we will listen to the Lord is when there is&lt;br /&gt;great difficulty (see Helaman 12).&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Mormon has a history of the&lt;br /&gt;Nephite and Lamanite people. Along in the&lt;br /&gt;third or fourth chapter of Alma and the first&lt;br /&gt;part of Helaman, it talks about the people of&lt;br /&gt;the world, including the people of the Church&lt;br /&gt;who were righteous. When they were righteous,&lt;br /&gt;they were blessed. The promise is there, and&lt;br /&gt;you can test it yourself. It is there for us and&lt;br /&gt;the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;I remember some years ago I was deer hunting&lt;br /&gt;with A. Theodore Tuttle. We went up to the&lt;br /&gt;Manti forest. I rode his horse up one side of&lt;br /&gt;the canyon. He and another friend or two were&lt;br /&gt;on the ridge on the other side. I could see&lt;br /&gt;them. I rode up a narrow ledge, and then there&lt;br /&gt;was a big cedar tree. I put my head down on&lt;br /&gt;the saddle horn as the horse brushed by a cedar&lt;br /&gt;tree on the trail, which was a wide trail. But on&lt;br /&gt;the other side of the tree, there was not a trail,&lt;br /&gt;just slide rocks. The horse moved out in that. I&lt;br /&gt;had heavy shoes on, and I slipped my feet out&lt;br /&gt;of the stirrups. I thought, “If she’s going to fall,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be glued to her.” So I did get&lt;br /&gt;my feet out of the stirrups just in time for her&lt;br /&gt;to go over backwards. I was thrown down I do&lt;br /&gt;not know how far and lit on my head, leaving a&lt;br /&gt;large cut. I had my rifle in my hand, which hit&lt;br /&gt;on the rocks and broke my hand. I got up.&lt;br /&gt;“IF YE ARE PREPARED YE SHALL NOT FEAR” PAGE 2&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Intellectual Reserve Inc. Publication, distribution or reproduction for other than incidental, noncommercial Church or home&lt;br /&gt;purposes requires the permission of the Intellectual Property Office of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;They had seen it from across the canyon, and&lt;br /&gt;Brother Tuttle shouted, “Are you hurt?”&lt;br /&gt;I said, “I’m bleeding.” Blood was pouring&lt;br /&gt;down over my eye.&lt;br /&gt;Again he shouted, “Are you hurt?”&lt;br /&gt;And I said, “I’m bleeding!” The wind was in&lt;br /&gt;the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;About the fourth time he said, “Are you hurt,”&lt;br /&gt;I hollered, “No!”&lt;br /&gt;He said, “All right!” So they went on up the&lt;br /&gt;mountain. That is lesson number one.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found my way down the mountain. Half&lt;br /&gt;way down the mountain, the horse was caught&lt;br /&gt;in some brush. I sat there for a few hours&lt;br /&gt;waiting for them to come back. We went down&lt;br /&gt;to Manti to have my hand set and some stitches&lt;br /&gt;on my eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;A week or two later I was going to California. I&lt;br /&gt;was in line at the airport in front of an older&lt;br /&gt;gentleman. He made a comment about having&lt;br /&gt;my arm in a sling, and I made some remark. He&lt;br /&gt;then said, “You can say that now, but let me&lt;br /&gt;tell you something, you’ll live to remember that&lt;br /&gt;all of your life.” And he was right.&lt;br /&gt;Then he began to talk to me. I listened to him&lt;br /&gt;and found out who he was. He was not a&lt;br /&gt;member of the Church, but he talked about the&lt;br /&gt;difficulties he had. He said that he remembered&lt;br /&gt;the time when he was out of work and could&lt;br /&gt;not find work. There was no work. He went by,&lt;br /&gt;and they were digging a ditch. He said he knew&lt;br /&gt;better than to go ask the foreman for his job,&lt;br /&gt;so he just picked up a shovel and got in the&lt;br /&gt;ditch and began to dig.&lt;br /&gt;In due course, the foreman came along and&lt;br /&gt;said, “Who are you? I didn’t hire you.”&lt;br /&gt;He said, “I know you didn’t hire me, but I’ve&lt;br /&gt;got to work. You don’t have to pay me, but&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to work.”&lt;br /&gt;In the course of it, you can imagine what&lt;br /&gt;happened. He was paid for what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;I took counsel from that old fellow. Now I am&lt;br /&gt;the old fellow and will give you some counsel.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I remember very well is&lt;br /&gt;how frightened everybody was. Things were&lt;br /&gt;bad; they were getting worse; and there was no&lt;br /&gt;end to it. We began to be resourceful and make&lt;br /&gt;use of everything we had. Being number 10 in a&lt;br /&gt;family of 11, we did not have much. It was very&lt;br /&gt;different then, in some ways, from what it is&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;As I look forward, I think that we are all going&lt;br /&gt;to learn that lesson in one way or another. The&lt;br /&gt;patterns of employment are already showing&lt;br /&gt;signs of major problems. There are men out of&lt;br /&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;We know that bishops will have the&lt;br /&gt;responsibility. Someone will come in and say to&lt;br /&gt;the bishop, “I was laid off my work yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;and we are in trouble because we have a house&lt;br /&gt;payment coming up, and we can’t meet the&lt;br /&gt;house payment.”&lt;br /&gt;They will want help, financial help, and they&lt;br /&gt;will want counsel. The financial help has&lt;br /&gt;limitations. The Church does not have enough&lt;br /&gt;money to meet all financial problems.&lt;br /&gt;But the Church is in excellent condition. We&lt;br /&gt;could not be in better condition if we knew&lt;br /&gt;what was going to happen. The Church has&lt;br /&gt;grown across the world. We broadcast&lt;br /&gt;conference last week in over 99 languages.&lt;br /&gt;I sat at a luncheon with some officials from&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia this last Wednesday talking about the&lt;br /&gt;PAGE 3 PRESIDENT BOYD K.&lt;br /&gt;PACKER&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Intellectual Reserve Inc. Publication, distribution or reproduction for other than incidental, noncommercial Church or home&lt;br /&gt;purposes requires the permission of the Intellectual Property Office of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;great tsunami, the tidal wave that washed away&lt;br /&gt;Banda Aceh, the city of a million people.&lt;br /&gt;I said, “Yes, I saw that.”&lt;br /&gt;I had called a minister of the government. I had&lt;br /&gt;his cell phone number.&lt;br /&gt;He said, “I’m standing at Banda Aceh beside&lt;br /&gt;President Yudhoyono, and you cannot believe&lt;br /&gt;what I see.”&lt;br /&gt;Well, shortly Elder David A. Bednar and I were&lt;br /&gt;standing at Banda Aceh and could see what he&lt;br /&gt;had seen, the place where a city had been. It&lt;br /&gt;was not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing they asked for was body bags.&lt;br /&gt;They had tried to get them and could not.&lt;br /&gt;I said, “We’ll help you.”&lt;br /&gt;With a phone call or two, we located 20,000&lt;br /&gt;body bags in China and had them on a plane to&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia. A day or two later he called and said&lt;br /&gt;that he needed 30,000 more body bags, and we&lt;br /&gt;were able to get those.&lt;br /&gt;The next request they made was for&lt;br /&gt;motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;He said, “We can’t get back into the hills”—&lt;br /&gt;people had fled into the hills—“and we need to&lt;br /&gt;get medicine and doctors back there. Motor&lt;br /&gt;vehicles can’t get through, and elephants are&lt;br /&gt;too slow. But motorcycles can get through. Can&lt;br /&gt;you get us some motorcycles?”&lt;br /&gt;I said, “Are they available in Asia?”&lt;br /&gt;And he said, “They are.”&lt;br /&gt;Within a day we had about 100 motorcycles on&lt;br /&gt;the way to Jakarta. The Church has resources&lt;br /&gt;to do things like that as an organization. We are&lt;br /&gt;going to have to continue to be in a position of&lt;br /&gt;support around the world.&lt;br /&gt;What I want to talk to you about today is how&lt;br /&gt;you can be in a position of support as&lt;br /&gt;individuals. The counsel I would give you is to&lt;br /&gt;live like the pioneers: Use it up; wear it out;&lt;br /&gt;make it do; or do without.&lt;br /&gt;You young people, in due course, things are&lt;br /&gt;going to change a great deal for you. The things&lt;br /&gt;that you have been used to and could have, you&lt;br /&gt;cannot have.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we used to pass clothing&lt;br /&gt;around. We do that in our family now.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, one of our granddaughters sent some&lt;br /&gt;used clothing to one of the other&lt;br /&gt;granddaughters who had a new baby.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a little boy there were a&lt;br /&gt;couple of coats that came. I was not in school,&lt;br /&gt;and my older brother was in the first grade. He&lt;br /&gt;got a cloth coat. The coat left was a plush coat.&lt;br /&gt;It was a girl’s coat, and I wouldn’t wear that. I&lt;br /&gt;cried, “I’m not going to wear this coat!” Well, it&lt;br /&gt;got cold, so I did!&lt;br /&gt;Donna’s father went through the same&lt;br /&gt;experience, and he handled it a little differently.&lt;br /&gt;He put such a coat on, then on the way to&lt;br /&gt;school he hid it under the bridge and picked it&lt;br /&gt;up on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have to learn to do without.&lt;br /&gt;Use it up; wear it out; make it do; or do&lt;br /&gt;without.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if we have the resources, it is our&lt;br /&gt;responsibility to look after others. Many of our&lt;br /&gt;people are in lands where there is great&lt;br /&gt;difficulty. A missionary couple from our ward&lt;br /&gt;has been out in Africa, and they have worked&lt;br /&gt;with members who had only one meal a day.&lt;br /&gt;You can do all of the usual things that you do&lt;br /&gt;under such circumstances. You can start&lt;br /&gt;“IF YE ARE PREPARED YE SHALL NOT FEAR” PAGE 4&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Intellectual Reserve Inc. Publication, distribution or reproduction for other than incidental, noncommercial Church or home&lt;br /&gt;purposes requires the permission of the Intellectual Property Office of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;turning the thermostat down a little and closing&lt;br /&gt;the door. You can save what you have.&lt;br /&gt;We have about 50,000 missionaries out. It is&lt;br /&gt;very expensive to send a missionary out in the&lt;br /&gt;mission field. At present, the sustaining cost of&lt;br /&gt;a missionary is $400.00 a month; that is $4,800&lt;br /&gt;a year. If a family has a missionary out, they&lt;br /&gt;may question, Can we continue to pay the money?&lt;br /&gt;Well, they will one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;The thing we need to do is look after one&lt;br /&gt;another. Some of us who have a little more&lt;br /&gt;than some of the rest of us ought to be&lt;br /&gt;watching our own families and our neighbors&lt;br /&gt;to see if there is a need.&lt;br /&gt;When Brother Tuttle wanted to go on a&lt;br /&gt;mission there was no money. He lived in&lt;br /&gt;Manti. He could not see how he could go on a&lt;br /&gt;mission. There was just no money. On his own,&lt;br /&gt;he said a prayer and went to the richest man in&lt;br /&gt;Manti. He told him he wanted to go on a&lt;br /&gt;mission, but there was no money.&lt;br /&gt;The man said, “Well, then I could see you on&lt;br /&gt;your mission.” So the money was borrowed&lt;br /&gt;and paid back.&lt;br /&gt;But you teenagers especially are going to have a&lt;br /&gt;different life than those who went before you.&lt;br /&gt;Now all of that is the easy part, to take care of&lt;br /&gt;ourselves materially. The other part is that it is&lt;br /&gt;time the Lord taught us a lesson. There is so&lt;br /&gt;much wickedness in the world, so much greed&lt;br /&gt;and avarice and mischief. You wonder if He&lt;br /&gt;could get to us without shaking us up a bit. As&lt;br /&gt;I have said a time or two in looking over the&lt;br /&gt;world, I do not see how we are going to get&lt;br /&gt;through this. It is coming now, naturally and&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, but that is the only thing that will&lt;br /&gt;wake us up. What I am saying to you is to wake&lt;br /&gt;up and to tell you what to do when you wake&lt;br /&gt;up.&lt;br /&gt;Well, your prayers will be different. Your&lt;br /&gt;prayers will be less selfish. Some of the things&lt;br /&gt;you pray for that you think are so essential will&lt;br /&gt;not seem so essential.&lt;br /&gt;We have talked to our children and said maybe&lt;br /&gt;this year we will have a much more modest&lt;br /&gt;Christmas than they are used to.&lt;br /&gt;The scriptures are very plain: “If ye are&lt;br /&gt;prepared ye shall not fear” (D&amp;amp;C 38:30). We&lt;br /&gt;are not afraid. At the headquarters of the&lt;br /&gt;Church we talk about all these things, and there&lt;br /&gt;is no fear.&lt;br /&gt;You need to renew your prayers. You teenagers&lt;br /&gt;and youngsters, learn to pray. You can think a&lt;br /&gt;prayer. You do not always have to get down on&lt;br /&gt;your knees to pray. You can think a prayer in&lt;br /&gt;your mind. Then learn to pray for the things&lt;br /&gt;that are of most worth. There is a scripture that&lt;br /&gt;warns us, “Do not spend money for that which&lt;br /&gt;is of no worth” 2 Nephi 9:51).&lt;br /&gt;You can use it up; wear it out; make it do; or&lt;br /&gt;do without. But that is really talking about&lt;br /&gt;clothing. Whatever you have got that gets&lt;br /&gt;broken, why don’t you fix it? If you do not&lt;br /&gt;know how to fix it, then learn or find&lt;br /&gt;somebody else who can fix it. It might be that&lt;br /&gt;you would want to get some basic tools.&lt;br /&gt;One of our sons went to Michigan and bought&lt;br /&gt;a small house. We went back to see them. On&lt;br /&gt;the back corner of the house the bricks were&lt;br /&gt;eroding. A half a brick had fallen out and some&lt;br /&gt;of the mortar. He asked me what to do, and I&lt;br /&gt;did not know. I would have known what to do&lt;br /&gt;here, but in Michigan I did not know because&lt;br /&gt;the climate is different.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him, “Do you have an old couple&lt;br /&gt;around here?”&lt;br /&gt;He said, “Yes. Down the street and across&lt;br /&gt;there is an old man, an old couple.”&lt;br /&gt;PAGE 5 PRESIDENT BOYD K.&lt;br /&gt;PACKER&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Intellectual Reserve Inc. Publication, distribution or reproduction for other than incidental, noncommercial Church or home&lt;br /&gt;purposes requires the permission of the Intellectual Property Office of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;I said, “Do you know him?”&lt;br /&gt;He said, “No, I just see him now and again.”&lt;br /&gt;“Is he a member of the Church?”&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;I said, “Go to him and ask him if he could&lt;br /&gt;come over and look at this wall, then take his&lt;br /&gt;advice.”&lt;br /&gt;He did, and the old man had been through that&lt;br /&gt;problem, just like we have been through the&lt;br /&gt;Depression. He knew about the climate, and he&lt;br /&gt;knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And so as we look at this, do not be afraid. Be&lt;br /&gt;very alert and begin to shape your life and&lt;br /&gt;change your circumstances so that you do not&lt;br /&gt;always have to have things that are new.&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, we did not have our&lt;br /&gt;shoes half-soled because by the time they got&lt;br /&gt;to that point the tops were gone.&lt;br /&gt;I remember going down to the cellar where&lt;br /&gt;there was a dirt floor. Under the stairs was a&lt;br /&gt;very dark place. I was afraid to go down there&lt;br /&gt;alone because I did not know what was there.&lt;br /&gt;But when I got a little older and got some light&lt;br /&gt;down there, it was only a big pile of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;When the shoes got too bad to use, they would&lt;br /&gt;go in that pile. Then we would take them out&lt;br /&gt;and use part of one shoe to fix another.&lt;br /&gt;What I am saying is that as a Church now we&lt;br /&gt;are returning to that kind of prudence.&lt;br /&gt;Bishop, it might have been all right last year to&lt;br /&gt;take all the youth to Nauvoo, as wonderful as&lt;br /&gt;that is, but perhaps you cannot do it this year.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who is the judge in Israel. You&lt;br /&gt;will determine what is wise to do and what&lt;br /&gt;cannot be done.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am trying to strengthen you, not&lt;br /&gt;frighten you. If you are prepared, you need not&lt;br /&gt;fear.&lt;br /&gt;If you have not learned to pray yet, you have&lt;br /&gt;got to learn to pray. There is a difference&lt;br /&gt;between saying prayers and praying. Usually&lt;br /&gt;prayers, real prayers, come from desperation.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is kind to us when He lets us get in&lt;br /&gt;positions so that there is nothing left to do but&lt;br /&gt;to turn to Him.&lt;br /&gt;We have a wonderful period of time ahead of&lt;br /&gt;us, and I believe it is not going to be short.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things we are going to have&lt;br /&gt;to adjust. The Lord has been preparing us.&lt;br /&gt;When I was called as a General Authority,&lt;br /&gt;Elder A. Theodore Tuttle was one of the seven&lt;br /&gt;Presidents of the Seventy. Well, now we have&lt;br /&gt;eight quorums of Seventy. All over the world&lt;br /&gt;are quorums of Seventy. They are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;men. They are not members of the Quorum of&lt;br /&gt;the Twelve, but they are ordained Seventies,&lt;br /&gt;and they have conferred upon them the&lt;br /&gt;apostolic authority. They have the right to&lt;br /&gt;revelation and inspiration, and in counseling&lt;br /&gt;the people, they will know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Mormon teaches us, “The Lord&lt;br /&gt;doth grant unto all nations, of their own nation&lt;br /&gt;and tongue, to teach his word, yea, in wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;all that he seeth fit that they should have”&lt;br /&gt;(Alma 29:8).&lt;br /&gt;We see that happening. I just marvel at it. I am&lt;br /&gt;a couple years short of 50 years serving in the&lt;br /&gt;general offices of the Church. I see the&lt;br /&gt;preparation that has been made.&lt;br /&gt;We should take care of what we have got. Take&lt;br /&gt;care of your home; take care of your buildings;&lt;br /&gt;take care of your equipment; take care of your&lt;br /&gt;clothing; and begin to save because the rainy&lt;br /&gt;day is coming.&lt;br /&gt;“IF YE ARE PREPARED YE SHALL NOT FEAR” PAGE 6&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Intellectual Reserve Inc. Publication, distribution or reproduction for other than incidental, noncommercial Church or home&lt;br /&gt;purposes requires the permission of the Intellectual Property Office of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;We need to counsel with our children.&lt;br /&gt;You young people, one thing you need to do&lt;br /&gt;that is very hard to do is give up selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;You want it, but you cannot have it. The&lt;br /&gt;problem that we now see in the world is that&lt;br /&gt;people grow up selfish with avarice and greed.&lt;br /&gt;You can find all of the answers in the&lt;br /&gt;revelations. If you have not read the scriptures&lt;br /&gt;lately, read the Book of Mormon again.&lt;br /&gt;President Gordon B. Hinckley said that a year&lt;br /&gt;or two ago. Most of us did read it, but read it&lt;br /&gt;again. You will see with new eyes what the&lt;br /&gt;Lord did and said to the people in that day.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are going to be all right. We support&lt;br /&gt;the bishop and his counselors and our stake&lt;br /&gt;presidency. They will receive guidance. We will&lt;br /&gt;have inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;There are two fundamental ordinances which&lt;br /&gt;we perform in the Church. One is “baptism by&lt;br /&gt;immersion” (Article of Faith 1:4). That has the&lt;br /&gt;effect of cleaning us, cleansing us, symbolic of&lt;br /&gt;that. And how do we stay clean? Well, we have&lt;br /&gt;the sacrament. The sacrament, in a sense, is a&lt;br /&gt;renewing of our baptism to make our&lt;br /&gt;covenants again. We can maintain our&lt;br /&gt;cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;But that is not all. There is the “laying on of&lt;br /&gt;hands for the gift of the Holy Ghost” (Articles&lt;br /&gt;of Faith 1:4). The promise from the scriptures&lt;br /&gt;is that the Holy Ghost will be a guide (see&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;C 45:57) and a protection to us. He will&lt;br /&gt;warn us. You will not do anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;without being warned. It is called conscience.&lt;br /&gt;And so you young people get your conscience&lt;br /&gt;dusted off. It will keep you from going some&lt;br /&gt;places that you think you want to go, and it will&lt;br /&gt;prompt you to go to places that you did not&lt;br /&gt;think you wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;World leaders are trying to patch things up. If&lt;br /&gt;they can, things may get better for a time, but&lt;br /&gt;the situation will not be erased.&lt;br /&gt;We have prophets and apostles leading the&lt;br /&gt;Church. We can see ahead and know what is&lt;br /&gt;ahead of us. We are grateful to know that we&lt;br /&gt;have the Church. We can go through it&lt;br /&gt;together, and we will be all right.&lt;br /&gt;So I invoke a blessing upon you here in this&lt;br /&gt;ward of the Church that you can understand.&lt;br /&gt;As you see the coming things, comfort the little&lt;br /&gt;ones in particular. Little children have a way of&lt;br /&gt;being frightened. Have the courage now to turn&lt;br /&gt;the television off and not look at unworthy&lt;br /&gt;programs. Shape up your own morals and keep&lt;br /&gt;yourself worthy and clean.&lt;br /&gt;And then pay your tithing. The harder it gets,&lt;br /&gt;the poorer you are, pay your tithing. Tithing is&lt;br /&gt;equitable. It is 10% of what you have. If you do&lt;br /&gt;not have anything, it is 10% of almost nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But you pay your tithing. And the promise is&lt;br /&gt;that if you do that you will be all right, you will&lt;br /&gt;be watched over. But do not expect to have a&lt;br /&gt;life that is free from trials, sore trials, difficult&lt;br /&gt;trials. This is one we are all going to be in&lt;br /&gt;together, supporting one another as we move&lt;br /&gt;forward, and all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;I bear witness that the gospel is true, that Jesus&lt;br /&gt;is the Christ, that He heads this Church, that&lt;br /&gt;we are watched over, that we are on the right&lt;br /&gt;course. We will be led in the proper way by&lt;br /&gt;those who are called to preside over us. For&lt;br /&gt;this ward, it is our bishop. As we pay our&lt;br /&gt;tithing, keep the Word of Wisdom, and pay fast&lt;br /&gt;offerings, do the things we ought to do, then&lt;br /&gt;we can have that comfort and assurance that&lt;br /&gt;God is in the heavens and all is right with the&lt;br /&gt;world, at least our part of it.&lt;br /&gt;PAGE 7 PRESIDENT BOYD K.&lt;br /&gt;PACKER&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Intellectual Reserve Inc. Publication, distribution or reproduction for other than incidental, noncommercial Church or home&lt;br /&gt;purposes requires the permission of the Intellectual Property Office of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;Help one another. The Church has published&lt;br /&gt;quite a few things on the Internet on welfare&lt;br /&gt;affairs.&lt;br /&gt;I invoke these blessings upon you. There are&lt;br /&gt;prophets and apostles upon the face of the&lt;br /&gt;earth. When there are sore trials, such as we are&lt;br /&gt;moving into now, you will find that your faith&lt;br /&gt;will increase, and your happiness will be&lt;br /&gt;increased, and your security will increase, and&lt;br /&gt;you will know that it is a good time to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;It is a good time to be raising children and&lt;br /&gt;taking care of all the normal things of life. I&lt;br /&gt;invoke that blessing upon you with love and&lt;br /&gt;affection and with authority, and in the name&lt;br /&gt;of Jesus Christ, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-3628324805411877352?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3628324805411877352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=3628324805411877352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/3628324805411877352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/3628324805411877352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/fix-it-up-wear-it-out-make-it-do-or-do.html' title='Fix it up, Wear it out, Make it do, or Do without!'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-4548268665131610791</id><published>2008-11-07T13:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:31:12.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I saw this on a friends blog and am going to try it.  you are supposed to start at the beginning of the month and every day list three things that you are grateful for.  Well I am going to start today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  tivo.  I know funny but I travel alot and to be able to come home and watch a show, without commercials is such a time saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My family.  I have the greatest family.  My parents are the perfect example of how a life should be lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SRSjbO9ncRI/AAAAAAAAADc/7kZA3XtNnC0/s1600-h/IMG_8399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SRSjbO9ncRI/AAAAAAAAADc/7kZA3XtNnC0/s400/IMG_8399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266013552571281682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  This great country we live in.  I figure I'll get all the standards out of the way today.  Even with all the division that has happened over this last presidential election process We as Americans will pull through no matter what comes our way.  That is what makes this country great. We make things happen instead of waiting for things to happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I am greatful for is my ancestors.  I had the opportunity to go to Kansas City, Missouri on wednesday afternoon.  I drove to the job site that we were working at in rush hour traffic at night so i didn't see my surroundings.  When I headed home yesterday I wasn't in a rush so I took my time driving.  I was pleasantly suprized that I was in Independence, MO.  As i drove through the town I found my mind wandering 150 years previous.  This was one of the gateways to the west. It was the border of the country and civilization.  It also was a very integral part of Church History.  I kept going and saw the sign for Liberty.  So many things happened there also. Scripture was received in that town.  The final thing I am grateful for is the people who were strong enough to not only withstand the hardships of the american west but were able to do it while being driven like cattle from town to town and state to state.  I am proud of the heritage that I have.&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/5378092029931946756-4548268665131610791?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4548268665131610791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=4548268665131610791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/4548268665131610791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/4548268665131610791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SRSjbO9ncRI/AAAAAAAAADc/7kZA3XtNnC0/s72-c/IMG_8399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-8611667414957567249</id><published>2008-11-03T01:25:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:59:44.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghilli suit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smurf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jackson 5'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Those of you who have known me for a while know that halloween has been one of my favorite holidays.  Unfortunatly this year dressing up just didn't happen for me.  I figured since I don't have pictures to show I would do the next best thing and put a re-cap up here of my 4 best costumes of the last 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order from 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ62zyk0NjI/AAAAAAAAACM/qUh40anuHXw/s1600-h/smurfs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ62zyk0NjI/AAAAAAAAACM/qUh40anuHXw/s400/smurfs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264346015308461618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ63D7tQAhI/AAAAAAAAACU/oyj-fzMblWA/s1600-h/smurfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ63D7tQAhI/AAAAAAAAACU/oyj-fzMblWA/s400/smurfs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264346292637663762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the far right in this picture.  starting from the left you have Jason Sneddon, Jon McCauley, and Travis Breneman.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ66T7VscoI/AAAAAAAAADM/qk0hBhNJ61I/s1600-h/Haloween+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ66T7VscoI/AAAAAAAAADM/qk0hBhNJ61I/s400/Haloween+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264349865951654530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ63y8NlOTI/AAAAAAAAACk/G-Mrk7YY1uE/s1600-h/Haloween+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ63y8NlOTI/AAAAAAAAACk/G-Mrk7YY1uE/s400/Haloween+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264347100227123506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ66Ib4DwBI/AAAAAAAAADE/wyV2rusSG_g/s1600-h/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ66Ib4DwBI/AAAAAAAAADE/wyV2rusSG_g/s400/IMG_0754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264349668527292434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ651ujDT-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2H2ilBTxL0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ651ujDT-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2H2ilBTxL0Q/s400/IMG_0747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264349347121942498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ669DeyQtI/AAAAAAAAADU/1YPEm1txyVk/s1600-h/IMG_6664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ669DeyQtI/AAAAAAAAADU/1YPEm1txyVk/s400/IMG_6664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264350572511904466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jackson 5.&lt;br /&gt;Jon McCauley, Shane Vest, Brigham Forbush, Me, and in front is Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jon before we tried to take the paint off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005 Gavin and I were trying to figure out what to be at about 8pm on halloween night. we went over to a thrift store and i happened to see the walkers.  It all went down hill after that.  we ran to smiths and bought a pack of depends adult diapers, I buzzed the male pattern baldness into my head and then used a mach three razor to get it to shine.  people actually thought I was an old man.  I love halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006 Dave and I were trying to figure out what to be and these Ghili suits looked cool, and we figured we could use them in the future for random things.  We never have put them to use for what they are made for but we won the costume contest at the UVU dance so something must have been right.  Might have been Ashley Hovik standing in between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5378092029931946756-8611667414957567249?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8611667414957567249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=8611667414957567249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/8611667414957567249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/8611667414957567249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SQ62zyk0NjI/AAAAAAAAACM/qUh40anuHXw/s72-c/smurfs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-5858418435993579502</id><published>2008-10-10T18:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:23:14.500-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atonement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><title type='text'>A Talk my dad gave In 2004.  Amazing</title><content type='html'>Jesus found a resting place near the stern of the ship and soon fell asleep.  A great storm arose; and still He slept.  Meanwhile the storm increased in fury; the wind rendered the boat unmanageable; waves beat over the side; so much water was taken on that the vessel seemed about to flounder.  The disciples were terror-stricken; yet through it all Jesus rested peacefully.   In their extremity of fear, the disciples awakened Him, crying out,  “Master, Master, we perish”, “Lord, save us; we perish”; “Master, carest thou not that we perish?”  They were abjectly frightened, and at least partly forgetful that there was with them One whose voice even death had to obey.  Their terrified appeal was not wholly devoid of hope nor barren of faith:  “Lord, save us” they cried.  Calmly He replied to their piteous call, “Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith?”&lt;br /&gt;Then He arose; and out through the darkness of that fearsome night, into the roaring wind, over the storm-lashed sea, went the voice of the Lord as He “rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace be still.  And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.”  Turning to the disciples, He asked in tones of gentle yet unmistakable reproof:  “Where is your faith?”  “How is it that ye have not faith?” Three simple words, “Peace be still” uttered with supreme authority by the Master brought immediate and deep felt peace and comfort to a boatload of terrified men, who literally feared impending death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            One early spring night roughly 2004 years ago, in the city of Bethlehem of Judea, Jesus the Christ was born among men.  In Holy Writ He is referred to as; “The Savior, The Lord, The Son of God, The Great I Am, Wonderful, Counselor, The Messiah and more”, but perhaps the title most applicable to those who mourn this day, is His title, “The Prince of Peace”.  An angel of the Lord announced His birth to shepherds abiding in their fields and then the sudden appearance of a heavenly choir singing audibly to human ears introduced the consummate human desire-Peace on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Storms, winds and tempests in our lives caused by tragedy, death, accident and calamity are all a part of our earthly experience.  In the midst of these storms we often suffer pain, anguish, sorrow and despair.  It is natural for us to seek peace and comfort during our trying times.  Is there really a safe harbor from these storms of life? Where is it, how do we find it?  Is it really possible to acquire inner peace in this life when we are required to face such sorrows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            For centuries, ancient Israel dreamed of peace, their dream of peace was to be free of war and political domination.  As a people, they looked forward to the coming of their Messiah or Savior.  They believed this Savior would rescue them from the battles and conflicts with their neighboring enemies and then establish a powerful political kingdom.  While the Jews still wait the arrival of their Savior, they failed to see the fulfillment of prophecy when Jesus Christ walked among them. He offered them not kingdoms and glories of men but  “inner spiritual peace, or “the peace of God”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Unfortunately, many alive on the earth today have, like ancient Israel failed to see and understand the source of true peace in their lives.  By in large, the world has been deceived by the father of all lies. Satan promises us peace; however his is a false peace, obtained through mechanisms devoid of any real spiritual strength.  He teaches that inner peace can be obtained through the acquisition of material things, homes, cars or large bank accounts.  He has convinced this nation that inner peace is simply an extension of endless recreational delights. Satan, through his endless barrage has persuaded many that inner peace is the result of non-stop pleasure or the ecstasy associated with chemicals and toxins that provide temporary bliss.  The big lie that Satan has hoisted upon us is that these things will bring us happiness and peace.  While in fact, if our hearts are set upon these things, the opposite is true and real peace, true inner peace, will forever eludes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Christ, “The Prince of Peace”; invites each of us to partake of His peace. A real peace, a lasting peace.  His words, “Come unto me, ye that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest” is a personal invitation to each of us as individuals, as families, as communities, as a nation and even as a world.  Our personal decision, whether to accept and act on His invitation or to ignore it will determine the depth and quality of the inner peace we find in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            At times in our lives, many of us find ourselves in a rut.  Some of these ruts can be deep and difficult to overcome.  A couple of nights ago, my 16-year-old daughter was on assignment to deliver a younger sibling to a mountainside home above Midway.  As you might suspect, the snow depth the other night at that elevation exceeded 4-5 feet.  As she left the main road, the plowed road, to deliver her cargo, her inexperience in real winter driving conditions became obvious.  She had turned onto a snowmobile trail.  The trail was wide like a road and had been tightly packed by the considerable snowmobile traffic. To a young, innocent, blonde and somewhat naïve driver, this “road” looked like a road. As the vehicle proceeded towards the intended delivery point, by staying on the hard packed center of the trail, everything went well.  However, when she attempted to back, back down the “road”, difficulties began to ensue.  An unsuspecting bump in this “road” caused a slight over steer, propelling the passenger side tires off the hard pack into the depths of the soft snow.  Moments later, the jeep was listing to the starboard and was frozen in place, unable to move forward or backward.  Four wheel drive and good tires proved futile in these conditions With the help of a neighbor and two young teenage boys, we dug, pulled, pushed and sweat in the sub zero night unable to free the jeep from its current rut.  After digging a very long and deep trail that was designed to gently guide the vehicle out of the rut and return it to the hard-pack, failure was once again our reward; the jeep would not leave its rut.  In the end, the vehicle finally came free when considerable momentum was gained and utilized, as another vehicle was able to pull the helpless jeep down the mountain path while still in the rut. The back end of the jeep looked and acted like a snowplow as it was pulled at fairly good rate of speed through 4-5 feet of snow backwards down the mountain.  Some ruts are just plain hard to get out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Some of life’s ruts, especially those that prevent us from enjoying the inner peace offered by the Lord may be very difficult to overcome.  We may need help from others, it may require untold energy and commitment if we are to free ourselves. Prayer, fasting, scripture study, priesthood blessings and changes in daily habits will almost certainly be required. Once free of these ruts, peace will come more easily. Bruce R. McConkie, taught: “Inner spiritual peace, the peace of God, which passeth all understanding is a gift of God to the obedient”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           This peace, this real, spiritual inner peace can be with you on an ongoing basis, minute-to-minute, hour-by-hour, and day-by-day. You can find solace for your soul.  Will their still be pain and longings for loved ones lost; of course?  However, there is a way to end that aching, never-ending emptiness. It can be replaced with peace, comfort and even joy.  The Lord Jesus Christ, The Prince of Peace has told us this: “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” He who calmed the wind and the seas those many years ago, can also calm our troubled souls.  By adhering to the principals and practices of the gospel of Jesus Christ, we can obtain His gift of peace.  I bear you my witness that the Lord can deliver us from our afflictions and bless us with lasting comfort and send us the peace he has promised if we will follow him and keep his commandments. I pray that we may all have the strength and discipline to do so. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-5858418435993579502?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5858418435993579502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=5858418435993579502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5858418435993579502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5858418435993579502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/talk-my-dad-gave-in-2004-amazing.html' title='A Talk my dad gave In 2004.  Amazing'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-7032038682082714772</id><published>2008-09-23T13:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:04:10.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SNlI0tuGMMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qyti-8-f-Cc/s1600-h/IMG_8327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SNlI0tuGMMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qyti-8-f-Cc/s400/IMG_8327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249306911140360386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This last weekend Paul, Dan, Spencer and I headed down to Little Sahara.  As you come into the park the first sign that you see is this one to the left.  It is supposed to be a vivid reminder of the dangers of riding and playing in the sand dunes.  When we arrived Friday night that number was 4.  Ambulances and police were passing us on our way to the dunes.  We thought someone had cased it off a dune or rolled down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out it was the 12 year old trapped in his sand cave.  My heart goes out to the family and the struggle that awaits them.  In the last month two very big role models of mine have passed.  It is a hard thing to watch a family go through, knowing that no matter how much you are there or what you say there is only so much you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Precious.  Time is the one gift that once it is gone we can never get back.  Once the day is over its etched in stone.  Make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-7032038682082714772?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7032038682082714772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=7032038682082714772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/7032038682082714772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/7032038682082714772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SNlI0tuGMMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qyti-8-f-Cc/s72-c/IMG_8327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-203408012091762972</id><published>2008-08-27T00:18:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:37:34.747-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen of Sheba mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Going For the Gold part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SLT1kAE-K2I/AAAAAAAAABU/NOaL-5kubX0/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SLT1kAE-K2I/AAAAAAAAABU/NOaL-5kubX0/s400/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239082265383676770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SLTylZS-DVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xbWS1s9okwE/s1600-h/photo%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 538px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SLTylZS-DVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xbWS1s9okwE/s400/photo%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239078990798261586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So after a very eventful Friday night it was time to try and find some of that elusive yellow metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go try and pan the stream where it ran through existing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tailings&lt;/span&gt; from the original dig.  Dan and I really tried but didn't know what we were doing at all.  So in the end we spent more time exploring the ruins, hiking to the mine entrance, and just enjoying the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is of a cave that Dan and Eli found, I didn't get to it because i was on a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wendover&lt;/span&gt; to get more fuel. I spent a good six hours riding in a police cruiser.  Actually the same cops who the night before had us on our stomachs with guns at our backs.  He felt so bad he offered to buy my fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I got back from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SLT0HGFuJmI/AAAAAAAAABE/ynzVdnYsorQ/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SLT0HGFuJmI/AAAAAAAAABE/ynzVdnYsorQ/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239080669269599842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my little trip we went and found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;entrance&lt;/span&gt; to the original m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ine&lt;/span&gt;.  Queen of Sheba was the name of it.  after getting past the entrance it opens up to huge rooms with tunnels going in every direction.  there were old rails from the mining carts, a shaft going down probably 50 ft with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pully&lt;/span&gt; system to raise and lower items.  We went down one of the shafts until we hit another room, the ceiling was probably about 40 ft above our heads and you could see the vein of quarts going all along one wall and down one tunnel.  all in all a very cool experience.  Dan was pretty worried about the safety and the liability of having people in the mine so we all left until we could come back with someone who knew the layout and we had the right equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pictu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SLT1RXyyiYI/AAAAAAAAABM/lIcgOzZNgY8/s1600-h/photo%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SLT1RXyyiYI/AAAAAAAAABM/lIcgOzZNgY8/s400/photo%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239081945332353410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;res are showing our camp and the canyon looking out to the valley.  everything from the bottom of the canyon on was reservation.  This is in the middle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Utah's&lt;/span&gt; west desert.  you come around a corner and all of a sudden everything is green. it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-203408012091762972?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/203408012091762972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=203408012091762972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/203408012091762972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/203408012091762972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-for-gold-part-ii.html' title='Going For the Gold part II'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SLT1kAE-K2I/AAAAAAAAABU/NOaL-5kubX0/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-5469372002584476901</id><published>2008-08-25T01:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:51:12.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good as Gold</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about a little adventure I had this weekend.  First, I must let you know that the following tale is true, not embelished (much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Fishler, Eli (dan's friend) and I decided that we were going to go to Dan's family's mine.,&lt;br /&gt;the Queen of Sheba Gold mine, and try our luck at panning for gold.  Dan has been trying to get me to go to this mine for about 6 months.  This weekend it finally worked out and friday night we loaded up my truck and headed out to the Ourray mountain range in West Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to wendover at about 9pm.  I had about a half a tank left in my truck (which runs on diesel).  I asked dan "Do we need fuel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous last words "Its only a 60 mile trip we should be fine."  so contrary to the feeling in my gut we headed out to the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving approximatly 60 miles we got to the litte town, and when I say town I am strongly exaterating, of Goshute, Utah.  To get to Dan's family property we had to pass through the goshute tribal lands.  To do this you must have written permission from the tribal counsel.  We had it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drove through the reservation with no excitement passing only one other car.  as we headed up the dirt road toward the mine we noticed a car was starting up the same road coming from town.  Thinking it was just a local rancher we kept driving.  After going almost 3 miles up the road we found a place we could turn around and stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were sitting in the truck looking at the map of where we were the car that had been following us pulled into view.  It pointed a spotlight at us then turned on its red and blues, A tribal policeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got on the loud speaker and told me to turn off the headlights of my truck then approach his vehicle with my hands on my head.  His headlights were shining right in my eyes and I couldn't see the road where I was walking.  I looked completely inebriated and tripped and fell to my knees two or three times.  When I was 10 yards away from him he came over his speaker and told me to lift my shirt to my chin and slowly turn all the way around.  then he told me to do this again.  Then facing away from him he had me kneel down then slowly lay flat on my face in the dirt.  Eli and dan went through the same process.  When all three of us were laying flat on our faces we heard a distinct Click Click of a bullet being chambered.  It does sound just like in the movies and it does have just as much of a scare factor as they make it seem to.  The officer that had been talking to us then walked, gun up and ready to fire, to my vehicle to search it.  His partner had a 12 guage shotgun aimed at our heads and told us to just stay put. We had no problems obeying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story short (haha a little late for that I know)   he asked us what we were doing here, where we thought we were, etc.  found out he was on Dan's property and we knew exactly where we were.  They apologized for the hassle and had us go try to start my truck so they could get by and turn around to go home.  due to the haste with which we stopped the vehicle it got stopped on a steep hill and the fuel was low enough that it wouldn't start.  We had to push it out of the way so they could get by.  They told us that one of them would come back in the morning either with fuel or would take us back into town to get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was friday night.  I am going ot leave it at that for now and I will catch up on the rest of the weekend tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-5469372002584476901?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5469372002584476901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=5469372002584476901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5469372002584476901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/5469372002584476901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-as-gold.html' title='Good as Gold'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378092029931946756.post-7836660471373145387</id><published>2008-03-31T00:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:34:08.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend at Little Sahara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.bonnint.net/slc/105/10515/1051563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.bonnint.net/slc/105/10515/1051563.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is my first Post and I don't know exactly how or what to say in this little adventure i am embarking on in cyber space called blogging.  Las weekend Paul, Bill, Spencer and I all went to Little Sahara to go four-wheeling.  I got there about 10pm saturday night.  Already people were showing up and the entire parking area around sand mountain was full of campers and trucks.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go on a night ride and went over to wheelie hill where I was able to roll my predator twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yells and cat calls, reving of engines, and occasional firework were a continuous soundtrack to sleep to.  they estimate that over 35000 people were there this year alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning how to ride in the sand dunes as this was only my third time.  So far I love it and can see this being my most common activity this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is spencer  catching some air on his banshee. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/R_CMqyGRFII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MKSF8xIfrl4/s1600-h/IMG_8021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 664px; height: 497px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/R_CMqyGRFII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MKSF8xIfrl4/s400/IMG_8021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183797837733893250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378092029931946756-7836660471373145387?l=fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7836660471373145387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378092029931946756&amp;postID=7836660471373145387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/7836660471373145387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378092029931946756/posts/default/7836660471373145387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullfillingmydreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-weekend-at-little-sahara.html' title='Easter Weekend at Little Sahara'/><author><name>Kason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038517448353753743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/SSzWwgrtO6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgjjmgzNdzA/S220/IMG_8327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fba7UbK73SE/R_CMqyGRFII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MKSF8xIfrl4/s72-c/IMG_8021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
