<?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-18283235</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:58:34.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schwalks Space</title><subtitle type='html'>My little space of wisdom and stupidity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-114434433089705436</id><published>2006-04-06T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:25:33.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is that stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/1600/doh-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/320/doh-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a question for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let’s say that you just started a new job.  You don’t know anyone there and are not quite sure what is acceptable to do and what is not.  Would you then decide on your own that it would be ok to switch out the computer that is sitting on your desk for one that is sitting at someone else’s desk just because you like it better?   And better yet, would you do that with out asking someone if it was ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That is what someone did here at work yesterday.  She decided that it would be ok since she felt that she should have the best possible computer that she could have.  But since she didn't tell anyone that she did this, when the person whose computer was switched came in and it wasn’t hooked up right, he told me it didn’t work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well after I looked at the machine and noticed that the wrong computer was at his desk and the label that was on his computer was now on the other machine I had to assume that someone "walked off" with his computer and tried to cover it up.  Well I then had to inform my boss by phone what was going on since he had not made it into the office and he came to the same conclusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Needless to say that when we found out what had happened we were planning on just placing the computer back where it needed to be and have a talk with the new employee on why she can't do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But then the new employee walked in while me and my boss (head of IT) were switching the computers back and coped and attitude with us about we shouldn't touch her computer.   When confronted with what she did, she of course said that she didn’t do it and that the computer was there when she started.  Little did she know that we had just done an inventory of all the computers and re imaged them as well this past weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then she changed her story saying the other computer didn't work and that is why she switched the computer with the one that was at an empty desk.  After we told her that we know that the computer works and that the other computer was not at an empty desk, she decided to claim that she didn’t know that she wasn't allowed to move computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To make a long story shorter.....She only lasted 2 days at a new job.  The crazy part is that if she had just told the truth and not made up a story she would have just been talked to about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess that the moral of the story is tell the truth and don't try and cover up a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18283235-114434433089705436?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114434433089705436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=114434433089705436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/114434433089705436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/114434433089705436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-is-that-stupid.html' title='Who is that stupid'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-113708852955123992</id><published>2006-01-12T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:55:29.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some of my Favorite Calvin and Hobbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/1600/ch12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/400/ch1.jpg" alt="" 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/18283235-113708852955123992?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113708852955123992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=113708852955123992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113708852955123992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113708852955123992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-some-of-my-favorite-calvin-and.html' title='Just some of my Favorite Calvin and Hobbs'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-113708572903114265</id><published>2006-01-12T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:08:49.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything is Possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/1600/sumichar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/200/sumichar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been along time since I have posted a blog on here and for that I am sorry.  But for some reason I have had nothing to write about.  I thought about writing about how people change around the holidays but I didn’t feel like it.  Then I thought about writing about how glad I was to see the Longhorns win the National Championship, but thanks to lexrob.com that was already taken care of.  Then I thought about one of my Christmas presents.  It was a Texas Longhorns Hat.  Now normally this wouldn’t be that great of an idea to blog about, but it is special because of who it came from.  It was from an Aggie!!!!  This started me thinking that if an Aggie can look past all of the hate between the two colleges and still find the ability to give me the gift I wanted, then maybe anything is possible.  Maybe one day celebrities will have a long lasting marriage.  Maybe one day Baylor football wouldn’t be a joke.  And maybe one day Oil Companies will not have to charge us way too much for gas.  What else do yall think might be possible?&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18283235-113708572903114265?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113708572903114265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=113708572903114265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113708572903114265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113708572903114265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2006/01/anything-is-possible.html' title='Anything is Possible'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-113207423790059963</id><published>2005-11-15T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:03:57.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stole this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/1600/reward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/320/reward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, I am going to start out by saying that I stole this blog. But it raises a good question and I would like to get everyone’s take on it.  I commented to the original post but it was an old post so probably not going to get a response.  So here it is .....Sorry Brady wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you define God as being omnipotent? Do you simply state that God can do everything and leave it at that to explain itself? There is a problem with doing that. The problem being in the factor of evil. Can God sin? Can God do evil? These are questions that come up if you only say that God can do everything. So how do you answer those questions if you say God can do everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comment was :  I am new to the whole philosophy thing but I would say that GOD can do anything and everything. I do believe if God wanted to he could sin and he could do evil. I believe that the fact that he has the power to do these things and chooses not to is what makes him the awesome God that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would enjoy reading your answers to this question&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18283235-113207423790059963?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113207423790059963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=113207423790059963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113207423790059963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113207423790059963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-stole-this.html' title='I Stole this'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-113147167103715907</id><published>2005-11-08T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:41:11.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS TEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/1600/cake.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/320/cake.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Have you ever met someone and thought to yourself, "I he/she looks just like ....".&lt;br /&gt;Well that is what happened when I was surfing the web and came upon a group picture of the band "CAKE". While most people wouldn’t know him....this looks just like my brother-in-laws brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens to me a lot and has led to some embarrassing situations. I was at the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:City&gt; airport on my way back to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; for a few days when I saw someone across the terminal that I swore I knew. Well I called out my friends name and for some reason he didn’t look up at me. I figured that it must just be too loud for him to hear me so I decided to walk up to him. Well when I got right next to him I said “Hey John". Well the guy looked up and right away I could tell that he was not my friend John, but it was too late to keep from looking like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of this story is: make sure you know the person before you walk up to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18283235-113147167103715907?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113147167103715907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=113147167103715907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113147167103715907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113147167103715907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-tex.html' title='ITS TEX'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-113137452650521101</id><published>2005-11-07T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T06:42:15.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Rico in da House!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/retromex/1103324632_eonDUncleR.gif" alt="UncleR" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Uncle Rico and could throw a football over&lt;br /&gt;them mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/retromex/quizzes/Which%20Napoleon%20Dynamite%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18283235-113137452650521101?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113137452650521101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=113137452650521101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113137452650521101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113137452650521101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/uncle-rico-in-da-house.html' title='Uncle Rico in da House!!!'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-113076985478482080</id><published>2005-10-31T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T06:44:14.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/1600/for%20sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/200/for%20sale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a question for you.  With the number of people that have bought a house, why hasn't the title company’s gotten a system down where you can close in 1 hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my first house last week and it was the worst thing that I have had to go through.  I was originally supposed to close at 8 am on a Thursday which would have been great cause I could have started to move in Friday night so my weekend wouldn’t totally been shot.  Well that 8am time got pushed back to Friday at 8am.  That would have been ok too. Sure it would make for a hectic Friday, but at least I could start moving that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well that didn’t happen either.  By this time I was starting to get upset but my builder and my loan officer both assured me that it would happen by 12 noon.  Well 12 noon came and went without a call from anyone.  So I called them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that the paperwork wasn't quite ready but it should be done within 1 hour at the latest. Well 1pm didn’t happen either.  So I called everyone again.  They told me that it shouldn’t be much longer and that I should just be at the title company by 3pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was ready for this to be all over so I went up to the title company at 3pm and told them that I was there to close and they told me that it would be another 30 minutes before the papers were ready.  Well 30 minutes isn’t that bad so I was kinda excited.  Well what the front desk forgot to tell me was that this was not the normal 30 minutes that everyone in the world goes by,  this was the 30 minutes that title company’s go by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to make a long story a little shorter, those 30 minutes turned out to be 3 hours.  I could have worked all day and still been there by the time that the papers were ready.  Me and my wife didn’t sit down to sign the papers till 6pm.  That put us there till 7pm.  Now everyone knows that banks don’t normally fund past 4pm but somehow everything got taken care of that night and we got to move in on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I will leave it at this.   If you are about to buy a house, do not plan anything till everything is said and done and you will not be disappointed when your plans fall apart.&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18283235-113076985478482080?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113076985478482080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=113076985478482080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113076985478482080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113076985478482080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-sale.html' title='For Sale'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-113043263151252318</id><published>2005-10-27T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:04:37.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/1600/gomer11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/200/gomer11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The question of the day is: "How many times do you have to walk in and out of a door for you to realize that you have to turn the handle first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at work I have to go through many doors all day long to get to the computers I have to fix. While some of the doors have a bar that you push to open, there are a few that you must turn a door knob to open. Well for some reason I can't grasp that concept on one of those doors. Every time you go in it you have to swipe a badge to gain access and just pull the door towards you. But to get out you have to turn the knob and push. While I know I have to do this, for some reason I don’t. In the 2 months that I have been here I have walked into that door face first at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my last two entries make me seem like a complete idiot, but I swear I am a smart person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else have these "blonde" moments or is it just me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18283235-113043263151252318?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113043263151252318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=113043263151252318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113043263151252318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113043263151252318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/duh.html' title='Duh......'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-113033691860581765</id><published>2005-10-26T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:55:42.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night at dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/1600/retard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/200/retard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok so I was at dinner last night with my wife and her family to celebrate her birthday. We had a great time at the Olive Garden, but towards the end of the dinner I had to hit myself in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had been eating soup and it was quite hot so I was blowing on it to cool it down. While that may seem normal, that’s what lead to this idiotic action. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; The waiter brought out a chocolate cake for my wife and sang happy birthday resturaunt style, then my wife cut the cake and passed it out to everyone. About halfway through my piece I noticed that I was blowing on the cold cake before I would take a bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why I did this I have no idea. I just felt like Robert from Everyone Love Raymond when he would touch the food to his chin before he would take a bite. Am I the only one that has done this on accident or are there anyone else out there that’s a moron like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18283235-113033691860581765?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113033691860581765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=113033691860581765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113033691860581765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113033691860581765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-night-at-dinner.html' title='Last night at dinner'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-113026898630130557</id><published>2005-10-25T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:40:27.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/1600/Crosses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/1785/200/Crosses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel bad for writing this because I know that you are not supposed to have a "why me" attitude with the Lord. But sometimes you can't help but ask that question. The first time that I can remember asking that was just a few months ago. My wifes mother had just passed away from cancer. She had been battling it for 2 years and I always had hope that God would heal her like so many others he had. But when the day came and the Lord took her home, my first question was "Why me. Why now". Me and my wife had not even been married 1 year and this happeneds. Then the question turned to "Why does my wife have to go through this." I even started thinking that this was somehow my fault. I thought that maybe I had done something wrong and God was taking it out on my wife and her family. This thought was brought on due to the fact that her mom was diagnosed with the cancer only months after we started to date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was getting very mad at myself and at God for letting this happen. Then while I was sitting there with my head in my hands I heard the answer loud and clear. It wasn't anything that I had done. It was going to happen wheither I was there or not. God had brought me in to my wifes life so I could be there for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;While I am still not sure why God didnt heal my mother-in-law, I know that he has the big picture infront of him. While I do not know why and will never know why things worked out like they did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(atleast while on earth) , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know that God is there with me and my wife in everything that we do and has the best intrest in mind for us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So if you ever catch yourself thinking "Why Me", maybe you should be asking "How can I make this situation glorify the Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&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/18283235-113026898630130557?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113026898630130557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=113026898630130557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113026898630130557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113026898630130557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-me_25.html' title='&quot;Why Me&quot;'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18283235.post-113026669732559699</id><published>2005-10-25T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:59:12.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just want to start off by saying that this is my first blog so feed back is welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18283235-113026669732559699?l=schwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113026669732559699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18283235&amp;postID=113026669732559699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113026669732559699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18283235/posts/default/113026669732559699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Schwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845956784987970935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/97643555_d904f64e6d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
