<?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-570224415194789380</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:51:48.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Am</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a look into my life.  My everyday thoughts, feelings and events that make me who I am.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4092094933496436612</id><published>2012-01-24T12:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:31:01.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Naked!</title><content type='html'>I'm not real big on technology gadgets. I don't have to have the newest TV, blu-ray player or iPod, iPad, etc. When I get a cell phone, I always get the one that is free because as long as it makes calls and receives texts, I'm pretty good with that. However, today, I left that free, piece of junk phone sitting on my dresser and I feel completely naked without it. Weird how dependent we become on such stupid little devices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4092094933496436612?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4092094933496436612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4092094933496436612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4092094933496436612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4092094933496436612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-naked.html' title='I&apos;m Naked!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-6910843470220511668</id><published>2012-01-23T12:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:19:35.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All In My Head!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 days since I've had an energy drink of any kind. At this point my head feels like a tiny demon has crawled in my head and is using my brain for a punching bag. I'm sure that the headaches will go away with time (10-20 years) and the shakes...oh good grief the shakes!!! So this is what detoxing feels like!!! Do you know how much caffeine is in an energy drink??? About 200-250mg per can. I drank on average 2 cans a day. That's 400-500mg of caffeine a day. The average glass of tea has 5-10mg of caffeine in it. Folks, I was intaking A LOT of caffeine. On top of that, I drank tea in between my extreme caffeine hits...plus, I take a pre-workout supplement that has about 150mg of caffeine in it. So, on an average day, I drank somewhere around 650mg of caffeine. An article I was recently reading said the safe daily intake of caffeine is around 200mg per day. Yeah, I was intaking 3.5 times the safe daily amount a day. So now I sit, with a pounding headache, shaky hands and no energy, but this is supposed to be better for me??? I went from being a normal (no comments!), highly energetic person (with a somewhat elevated heart rate), to a complete basket case. The caffeine, its all I can think about, it's "my precious!" If statistics are correct, I only have 18 more days of this to make it a habit. 18 days, eternity...tomatoe, tomato. I feel a Hulk like fit of rage coming on and I'm pretty sure I can see a green tint starting in my hands. Word to the wise, stay clear for the next eternity, aka 18 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-6910843470220511668?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6910843470220511668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=6910843470220511668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6910843470220511668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6910843470220511668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-all-in-my-head.html' title='It&apos;s All In My Head!!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-2182845745595909519</id><published>2012-01-18T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:45:37.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love At First Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've never really been the kind to believe in love at first sight. I've been wrong.... so very wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5uabpU_khc/Txbo5tasqeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MJ6OE8gSBjI/s1600/Baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698998456625703394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5uabpU_khc/Txbo5tasqeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MJ6OE8gSBjI/s400/Baby.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-2182845745595909519?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2182845745595909519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=2182845745595909519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2182845745595909519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2182845745595909519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love At First Sight'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5uabpU_khc/Txbo5tasqeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MJ6OE8gSBjI/s72-c/Baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-5095884557368069413</id><published>2012-01-17T10:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:28:52.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Sighting??</title><content type='html'>Today we go to the Dr. for the first time. I'm excited and scared all at the same time. I forgot all the ins and outs of having a baby and I'm hoping when the Dr. takes a look, that's all he finds is, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BABY!!!! :) Please note the emphasis on "A" as in singular!!! Other than that, I'm excited to see the little squirt for the first time, hear the sweet sound of a steady, healthy heartbeat and find out a due date! I told Pam this morning, "This makes it seem more real, more official!" She looked at me very sarcastically and said, "It has seemed very real to me for quite some time now!" HAHAHAHAHA ....for real though, now I have to go buy her an I'm sorry present so quit laughing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-5095884557368069413?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5095884557368069413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=5095884557368069413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5095884557368069413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5095884557368069413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-sighting.html' title='Baby Sighting??'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-576164276741465287</id><published>2012-01-03T08:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:12:08.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe</title><content type='html'>Well, after quite the break, I suppose I will use this blog again for some personal therapy. So much has happened in my life since my last entry. Most of it I won't get into. A lot of it, I'd just as soon forget but all of it has helped make me who I am today. However, I will talk about one event. Lately, I had been praying God would show me his will and that when he did, I would be obedient and follow. I prayed that he would lead my family into whatever direction he best seen fit because I felt I was at a stand still. It's been one of those prayers that you better mean what you're praying, because more than likely, God is going to move you. Well, on December 4th, God moved me. I am a creature of habit. I like things to stay the same, even if they aren't the greatest, with time they become comfortable. Undoubtedly, God was tired of seeing me in that place because on that Sunday, the 4th day in December, I found out my beautiful wife was pregnant with our 3rd baby. I wasn't sure how to react. We had talked about another baby, but no plans were made and it usually just seemed to be a fleeting idea. All I kept telling myself in my head was "Just Breathe." I think I reacted pretty well, if I do say so myself. Initially the news was followed by excitement, then worry mixed with excitement, then a little apprehension which has now moved into all out fear. Fear of what? Remember the part about me not liking change???? Well, this change has rocked me down to my core. I feel so blessed to be able to bring another life into this world, with the love of my life, but there are so many uncertainties that I'm just having a hard time coping. I keep reminding myself, "Just Breathe." I have to remember, I asked God for his will and if he brought me to this place, he will also bring me through this place. He has always been faithful to provide and I believe he always will. A verse keeps running through my head which turns my fear of my new child into excitement. Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." God has never lied, so I'm trusting in this, I'm leaning on my God and remembering to "just breathe." No matter how much I like to think I am, I'm not in control and just between you and me, I never really was in the first place. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-576164276741465287?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/576164276741465287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=576164276741465287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/576164276741465287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/576164276741465287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-5653373245808885464</id><published>2010-02-11T16:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:39:08.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus??</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog.  My mind is in so many places I can't focus it to write.  Perhaps one day I will start blogging again and then again maybe not. Life is got me going in circles and I just need to focus on that right now.  I know you'll understand.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-5653373245808885464?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5653373245808885464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=5653373245808885464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5653373245808885464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5653373245808885464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2010/02/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus??'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-6926629830089067241</id><published>2009-12-17T08:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:31:16.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done!</title><content type='html'>I did it!  I finally graduated.  It was an awesome fun day, shared with family and friends.  I don't know what God has in store for my future but I will trust that it will be great!  After graduating I got to spend 3 days hunting with dad!  That was some much needed rest and a lot of fun hanging with just me and him; it took me back a few years, when I was just a kid doing the same thing.  The fun and excitement of hunting with dad hasn't changed one bit.  So now it's off to the next journey.  This destination has been reached.  Thanks to all for your prayers and thoughts over the years.  Thanks to my girls: Pam, MaKayla &amp;amp; Tamara,  for standing by me and always being the support that you were.  I could not have done it without you.  I love you very much!  I'm ready to start a new chapter but it can wait until after the first of the year.  As for now I am going to enjoy my family and this wonderful holiday season.  I hope you all will be able to do the same.  I can't believe it's only 8 days until Christmas!!!  I better quit typing and get to shopping.  Stay safe and I hope to see you all soon.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-6926629830089067241?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6926629830089067241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=6926629830089067241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6926629830089067241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6926629830089067241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m Done!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-5117975499913336691</id><published>2009-12-09T16:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:08:48.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unanswered Questions</title><content type='html'>I haven't really ever faced this. I haven't wanted to really. Yet lately it is at the front of my mind a lot. I know my dad was a mean person, for most of my life I was scared to death of the guy but it really bothers me how he left. When I think about him I only think of good times, I have a hard time conjuring up bad times, perhaps that has been my way of protecting myself; regardless the thoughts are there. I hadn't talked to him in around 5 years. I can't even remember the last thing I said to him. Was it nice? Was it mean? Does it even matter? Should I even be wasting my time thinking about this? I don't know. I do know that a part of my life is dead. Half of who I am genetically is gone forever. I am struggling with how to handle this situation. I have an awesome dad so I don't feel that loss, but I do feel a loss. A loss I can't explain and wasn't prepared to handle. I hurt for my younger siblings. Losing a dad is tough anytime but especially at that age. They are hurting and confused and he took all the answers with him. I guess that is what is so troubling, there are no answers. There are no truths, no lies, no anythings, just loss. I didn't need him in my life but there is part of me that wishes there was some kind of relationship there. It was just impossible to build one. He missed the opportunity to be a dad, grandparent and a friend. He missed hunting trips, special occasions and graduations. It was such a selfish act, not really unlike him, yet still unexpected. The fact that he was in such a dark and lonely place and felt there was no other way out is extremely disturbing. That must be such a horrible feeling, I really can't imagine. So that's it really, confusion, questions, loss and the inability to have answers for any of it. It's not fair but I guess that's life. Maybe he is getting exactly what he wanted, who knows? That's just another answer he took with when he decided to take his own life. I really don't know what I expected, that's just who he was. I just need closure. Maybe with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song the other day on the radio and it was like the words were taken right out of my head and put to a tune. Just thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been in a place so dark&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't feel the light&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for you through that stormy cloud&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are gathered in our little home town&lt;br /&gt;This cant be the way you meant to draw a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, that's what I keep asking&lt;br /&gt;Was there anything i could have said or done&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had no clue you were masking a troubled soul&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what went wrong and&lt;br /&gt;Why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-5117975499913336691?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5117975499913336691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=5117975499913336691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5117975499913336691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5117975499913336691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/12/unanswered-questions.html' title='Unanswered Questions'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-2194447646400278340</id><published>2009-12-07T11:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:21:36.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexcited Excitement</title><content type='html'>I am graduating on Saturday.  I am excited, but I am not.  This is a very odd feeling.  I don't wanna be in school anymore but it has become my place of comfort and it is scary to move on.  I hope that God opens up doors soon because I have no idea where to go from here.  I am studying today for my last final.  MY LAST FINAL!!!  I am excited about that.  I am so tired of taking tests and I'm especially tired of the stress of studying for and taking the tests.  5 days away...I can't believe it.  After all this work, all this time, the end is 5 days away.  Crazy!  A chapter of our life is about to be closed, we did it and I couldn't be more proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-2194447646400278340?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2194447646400278340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=2194447646400278340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2194447646400278340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2194447646400278340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/12/unexcited-excitement.html' title='Unexcited Excitement'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4814596247289501712</id><published>2009-10-28T10:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:16:20.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For The Day</title><content type='html'>The early bird may get the worm, but it's the second mouse who gets the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4814596247289501712?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4814596247289501712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4814596247289501712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4814596247289501712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4814596247289501712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/10/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought For The Day'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-2734707350579702426</id><published>2009-10-23T13:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:06:56.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Life is all about change. Nothing ever stays the same, not for one day, one hour, one minute or one second. Everything is always changing. You would think with all that change, we would be used to it by now. That we could except it as normal in our everyday lives, yet that is not the case. Change is hard. Sometimes it's good and sometimes not. As I near graduation, I'm staring change straight in the face. When Pam and I got married we decided she would go to school and get her degree and then I would follow suit. That was always the plan and we haven't deviated. Yet for so long I've had my nose to the grindstone, working hard to accomplish this goal and now that it is upon me, I don't know what to do next. "Graduation" for so long has been this far off and distant land that I was somehow trying to reach, never quite figuring out what I would do when I got there. Yet here I stand, about a month and a half from graduating and I feel lost. What is next? Where do I go? What will I teach? Do I even want to teach? Should I get my masters degree? Will we move? All these thoughts and more keep pouring through my head. I pray for God's guidance but in the end still feel no direction. I keep asking myself, "How do you know that you are not already on the right path and you just haven't reached the point to where God opens up that door?" Obviously I can't answer that, I can't answer any of the questions in my head. Yet with all this wondering in my head there are some things I'm sure of. I do know that I am proud of me. I'm proud that I have worked so hard to reach this goal. I'm proud that when I walk that stage in December I will do so Summa Cum Laude ("with highest praise") with a 4.0 GPA and a double major in Psychology and History. I'm proud of my wife who has stuck by me through all my anxiety and craziness during the past 5 1/2 years. I'm proud of my girls and their patience with their daddy and hope that what I have accomplished will somehow inspire them someday down the road. This has been a bittersweet journey. It is one I certainly will never forget and am grateful that I have had the opportunity to go through. I have changed, my family has changed and our lives have changed. Change is just part of life, all we can do is seek God and trust that he knows what is best and has the right path paved for us. The future is uncertain and that is one thing that will never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-2734707350579702426?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2734707350579702426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=2734707350579702426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2734707350579702426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2734707350579702426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/10/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7926928319318010046</id><published>2009-08-31T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:45:12.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>This morning I let our dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rufio&lt;/span&gt; outside to go the bathroom.  He is a happy go lucky dog that never barks at anything.  However, this morning he saw something he didn't like and he barked his fool head off.  I yelled at him, banged on the door, stomped my feet and did everything but throw a fit at that little barking dog.  I was walking back through the den mad about all the noise he was making when Tamara calmly remarked, "Dad, I think he has finally found his inner dog."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MaKayla&lt;/span&gt; and I busted out laughing, yet Tamara never blinked.  She just said ,"Well it's true."  I really don't know where she thinks these things up.  Funny kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7926928319318010046?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7926928319318010046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7926928319318010046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7926928319318010046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7926928319318010046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8083491779562996100</id><published>2009-08-24T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:25:36.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Quiet</title><content type='html'>I've come to realize, that there is nothing lonelier than a quiet, empty house after a summer full of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8083491779562996100?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8083491779562996100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8083491779562996100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8083491779562996100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8083491779562996100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-quiet.html' title='Too Quiet'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7747157126965431926</id><published>2009-08-12T11:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:01:31.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Sample Of Summer Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What a summer! This has been a very busy, crazy, fun summer. We camped at the lake for Father's day, went to Colorado for the 4th, saw the Rangers play later in July, visited Pam's dad, went to Dinosaur Valley State Park, Carlsbad Caverns and just came back from 4 relaxing days up in the Davis mountains. While I'm trying to figure out how to post more pics, here are just a couple of highlights from the past couple of weeks. I have a bunch to write about and pictures to post, I just have to learn how to use the slide show thingy on here. Can't believe summer is almost over. I guess the saying is true, time flies when you are having fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tamara fearlessly jumping off the high dive at Balmorhea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d7c5ce4d434de8dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=610b184a09815b70&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d7c5ce4d434de8dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7747157126965431926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7747157126965431926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7747157126965431926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7747157126965431926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-sample-of-summer-fun.html' title='Just A Sample Of Summer Fun!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7655356839128260924</id><published>2009-08-07T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:49:44.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't written much this summer.  It has been a very busy, hectic, relaxing, fun, life changing summer.  We started off just hanging out around the house enjoying the time off.  Then we geared up for 13 days in Colorado with our own camper (very fun!), then came back from Colorado and had to deal with the untimely death of my biological dad.   After going through that ordeal we went to watch the Rangers play the Red Sox, the went to Dinosaur Valley State Park and then went to visit Pam's dad and play at Lake Waco.  This week we just got back from going to Carlsbad Caverns and are leaving in the morning to go swim at Balmorrhea and then spend a couple of days at my uncle's cabin in Ft. Davis to just chill and recharge for the new school year.  It really has been a lot of fun but very exhausting at the same time.  To be honest I'm really ready to get back to a normal routine and to finish this last semester of my Bachelor's degree. However, with that said their are still 17 days of summer left and we're gonna party like rock stars during that time, haha.  I'll post pics and tell stories of grand adventures when I have more time to write.  Well, I gotta run, there's fun to have and stories to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7655356839128260924?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7655356839128260924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7655356839128260924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7655356839128260924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7655356839128260924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-yall.html' title='Hey Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4060886781266933158</id><published>2009-07-21T02:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T02:15:23.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>In 10 hours from now this will all be over.  My mind is restless tonight even though my body is exhausted.  This has been a long, tiring, drawn out process.  I'm sure at some point I will be able to look back and evaluate the situation and see the good that has come of this and lessons learned but for now I just want some kind of normality.  I want to hang out with my wife, spend some time with my girls and basically just do nothing.  Keep us in your prayers as we travel over the next few days and thanks to everyone for all of your thoughts and prayers through this whole mess.  I love you all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4060886781266933158?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4060886781266933158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4060886781266933158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4060886781266933158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4060886781266933158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-5148026432167424042</id><published>2009-07-16T23:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:52:55.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>Today I sat with my step mom and planned my biological father's funeral, it was very surreal. All night tonight I have been struggling in my mind praying for peace. I know there is peace now for my younger siblings and step-mom and I feel so much relief for that but I feel I've gone about as far as I can go without facing some of the things I have been avoiding. As I thought and prayed tonight this song came in my head and the words have given me peace. Maybe not ALL the peace I need but definetly the peace I need for now. Now its time to rest.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In and out of situations,&lt;br /&gt;That tug-of-war at me&lt;br /&gt;All day long I struggle&lt;br /&gt;For answers that I need&lt;br /&gt;But then I come into His presence,&lt;br /&gt;All my questions become clear&lt;br /&gt;And for a sacred moment,&lt;br /&gt;No doubt can interfere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the presence of Jehovah,&lt;br /&gt;God Almighty, Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;Troubles vanish, hearts are mended,&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of The King &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Through His love the Lord provided,&lt;br /&gt;A place for us to rest&lt;br /&gt;A place to find the answers,&lt;br /&gt;In hours of distress&lt;br /&gt;Now there is never any reason,&lt;br /&gt;To give up in despair&lt;br /&gt;Just look away and breathe His name,&lt;br /&gt;He will come and meet you there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the presence of Jehovah,&lt;br /&gt;God Almighty, Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;Troubles vanish, hearts are mended,&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of The King &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-5148026432167424042?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5148026432167424042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=5148026432167424042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5148026432167424042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5148026432167424042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-sat-with-my-step-mom-and.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-3736287146904648332</id><published>2009-07-14T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:47:54.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unable</title><content type='html'>My whole life I have always been able to put my thoughts down into word by writing.  Tonight I have sit and stared at a blank page unable to do so.  I don't know what to think, I don't know what to feel and to be honest, right now I refuse to do either.  I will deal with this someday, just not right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-3736287146904648332?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3736287146904648332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=3736287146904648332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3736287146904648332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3736287146904648332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/07/unable.html' title='Unable'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4402844659345454362</id><published>2009-06-29T23:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:02:48.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Adventures</title><content type='html'>Well we are about to set off on our first big family trip in our new camper. It is exciting and scary all at the same time. I remember as a kid riding in the truck with Dad pulling the camper and the excitement I felt and I hope my girls are feeling the same thing. On the other hand I now have a better appreciation for what my Dad did pulling the trailer and setting it up and all that...it's a lot of work. We took a mini-trip for Father's Day to the lake to try and work out any kinks and find out what we might need for a longer trip. I think we have a pretty good handle on it but I'm pretty sure we'll need the Wal-mart somewhere along the way. Also, strangely enough, I feel old when I pull my trailer. It's like...I'm not young anymore, I have a camper and children (who are getting quite old I might add) and it just adds a new dimension to vacation, not bad just different and new. I wish you could all come with us on our grand adventure and we will be thinking of all of you. Keep us in your thoughts and prayer for safe traveling and fun times. I will post pictures when we get back. Until then Happy 4th of July!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Happy Birthday Aunt Lani!!!!!!!! I really wished we could be there for your 21st birthday party but we will be a little further away than usual. I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope all your birthday wishes come true. Love you!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4402844659345454362?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4402844659345454362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4402844659345454362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4402844659345454362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4402844659345454362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-adventures.html' title='New Adventures'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4889408564244576000</id><published>2009-06-13T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:43:01.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>Going on a date tonight with my sexy wife!  We don't get to do this as much as we'd like so I'm really excited to get to go.  Can you believe it has nearly been 11 years since we started dating and in September will be 10 years that we have been married?!!  I know it is cliche to say but I often think I don't know how I could love this person anymore, then I wake up the next day and it has happened.  I don't konw how I got her to say "yes," I'm just thankful she did :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4889408564244576000?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4889408564244576000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4889408564244576000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4889408564244576000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4889408564244576000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/06/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-2633941442798516592</id><published>2009-06-08T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:40:33.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Everything went great!  MaKayla's nose is fixed (although you can't see it right now for the splint and bandages).  She is laying in bed right now playing her new Ninetendo DS game she got for being such a big girl going through this surgery.  I think we are all completely exhausted, fo sho!  Thanks for everyone's prayers and thoughts.  I'll post more later and some pics once I can hold my eyes open for longer than five seconds at a time.  Night Night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-2633941442798516592?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2633941442798516592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=2633941442798516592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2633941442798516592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2633941442798516592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-3099967357738964866</id><published>2009-06-07T23:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:16:46.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to ask anyone who reads this to keep MaKayla in your prayers.  She will be having surgery to repair her broken nose in the morning.  She is pretty nervous and I think her parents are too :)  We should be out by noon and I'll give an update after that.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-3099967357738964866?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3099967357738964866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=3099967357738964866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3099967357738964866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3099967357738964866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/06/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-3606891852660518101</id><published>2009-05-17T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:02:26.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike!</title><content type='html'>I will blog more frequently very soon...but after a semester from hell my mind and fingers have gone on strike.  They should reach an agreement soon and be back at work better than ever.  Hope everyone is doing well.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-3606891852660518101?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3606891852660518101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=3606891852660518101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3606891852660518101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3606891852660518101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/05/strike.html' title='Strike!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7346455695062882293</id><published>2009-04-26T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:43:28.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Did What?!</title><content type='html'>This weekend we basically lived at softball and soccer complexes.  This weekend Tamara's softball team was in a tournament.  Friday night they played at 9:00 p.m. and 10:15 p.m.  We got home around 11:45 Friday night...tired.  Then got up Saturday morning and went to the soccer fields for MaKayla's game.  They won again 3-0 (starting to think I'd make a good soccer coach at some high school, haha).  We then headed over to the softball complex to watch Tamara's first game of the day at 3:00.  We won that game so we played again at 6:00.  We lost that one so we played again at 9:30.  We won that one so we were set to play again Sunday morning at 8:00.  We got home Saturday night at 11:50....very, very tired.  We got up Sunday morning at 6:30 to get ready to be at the ball park by 7:30.  We won that game so we were set to play again at 11:00.  The 11:00 game got postponed 1 hours so we played at 12:00.  And finally we lost and were knocked out of the tournament at about 1:45 on Sunday afternoon.  We were very, very, very tired.  I don't know who is more tired Tamara or us :)  In case you lost count that was a combined 8 games for the Lewis household this weekend.  I told Dad "You never realize how much your parents did for you until you become a parent yourself."  That was never more true than this weekend.  HAHA!!!  I'm going to bed now, must get sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7346455695062882293?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7346455695062882293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7346455695062882293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7346455695062882293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7346455695062882293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-did-what.html' title='We Did What?!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-1255727477962082708</id><published>2009-04-20T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:24:30.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Story</title><content type='html'>I have a few spare minutes and I thought y'all would like to hear this one :)  We took the girls shopping for Easter dresses and both girls found something very cute.  MaKayla picked out this new long dress shirt thing with leggins (supposedly its in style I don't know about these things) and Tamara picked out a dress with a lace jacket.  After walking around the store a little more Tamara decided she had to have a pair of the sheer lace gloves to go with her outfit.  I told her no she didn't need them.  She continued to bug Pam and I about it for the next 40 minutes as we walked around the store.  She kept saying things like, "You are supposed to dress up for Easter," and "I'm gonna tell Nana that you won't let me dress up," and "DAD!  It's Easter!"  Finally my nerves wore down to thin strings of nothingness I said, "If you can give me one good reason you should have those gloves and you can't say "Because it's Easter" then I will get them for you."  I no more got the words out of my mouth when she blurted out in a very stern and matter of fact voice, "BECAUSE I'M A PRINCESS!"  HMMM...we walked over and got the gloves.  (Pam laughed the whole way....it wasn't THAT funny!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-1255727477962082708?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/1255727477962082708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=1255727477962082708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/1255727477962082708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/1255727477962082708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-story.html' title='Easter Story'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7183166322024148930</id><published>2009-04-16T09:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:09:58.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch Time</title><content type='html'>I have 4 papers due on the 23rd and 7 papers due on the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. That's 11 papers. I have 7 1/2 of them written. I can do it :) Plus I have to make a power point presentation for my research project and take 2 finals by May 5. On top of all this school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yumminess&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MaKayla&lt;/span&gt; has a soccer tournament this weekend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; at least 3 games...possibly 5. Tamara has a softball tournament next weekend guaranteed at least 4 games. I love watching my girls play sports but right now it's running me ragged. I have lots of stories to write but only limited time, so I must go. I have to find more newspaper articles from the 1860's...you can't imagine how much fun that is :) Hope everyone is doing well. Happy late Easter and Happy early Memorial Day just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; I don't get to post again before then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7183166322024148930?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7183166322024148930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7183166322024148930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7183166322024148930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7183166322024148930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/04/crunch-time.html' title='Crunch Time'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4038259681682637527</id><published>2009-04-01T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:35:02.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here</title><content type='html'>I'm here I'm just swamped with school.  Here is my rundown for April.  Complete and present my research project and take a final in my Experimental Psych class.  Write 6 more papers for Civil War history class.  Take an exam and a book review in English history. And last but not least, do a presentation over a research article and exam in Adult Development.  On top of this I coach MaKayla's soccer team on Monday, Thursdays and Saturdays, and work with Tamara's softball team on Wednesday and Saturday.  It is going to be a very, very busy month for sure but should be interesting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4038259681682637527?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4038259681682637527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4038259681682637527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4038259681682637527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4038259681682637527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m Here'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-2435805206231086177</id><published>2009-03-24T09:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:04:23.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Wonder Why Kids Grow Up Stupid???</title><content type='html'>Last night I was at Albertsons to grab some chicken before "24" started. I was walking by this mom with three rather obese children when the mom asked one of the managers from Albertsons to explain that the junk food her kids wanted was not good for them. The manager then went on to say this..."Junk food is bad for your heart. It can destroy your arteries. Do you know what arteries are? They are veins." WHOA!!! Hold the phone. Did I just hear this lady explain to kids that arteries are veins? Wow! I'm no Dr. but I'm pretty sure there is a pretty big difference between an artery and a vein. We wonder why America's intelligence is declining. Oh well, the manager had good intentions even though she obviously needs to brush up on her A&amp;amp;P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-2435805206231086177?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2435805206231086177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=2435805206231086177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2435805206231086177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2435805206231086177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-why-kids-grow-up-stupid.html' title='We Wonder Why Kids Grow Up Stupid???'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-9001607134111077361</id><published>2009-03-23T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:11:35.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>I am a person who needs quiet to work most efficiently.  I didn't get much school work done over spring break because there wasn't much quiet.  Yet now sitting alone in the empty house, quiet doesn't seem so great.  All I can hear is the ringing in my ears, the very annoying mockingbird outside and the sound of the wind against the windows.  I'd much rather hear laughter, cartoons and footstep running through the house.  It seems like I never enjoy anything until its not there.  I really need to work on living and being more in the moment, I'm always thinking of my next move...what I need to do next.  I need to slow down, I don't want my children growing up and being like me.  Yet it's in the quiet when I seem to work best and get closer to God.  I guess I'm just a person who needs the quiet.  Speaking of...I'm not a person who talks much about what God speaks to me.  I often question if the things we hear is God talking or something we are thinking up.  Yet the other day I was kinda just praying and going along when there was almost and audible voice that said, "Be Still."  It shocked me.  Honestly I don't know that I have ever had anything like that ever in my life.  Since then I have really been thinking about that.  What does "Be Still" mean and what am I supposed to do with it?  "Be Still" how? Today as I sit in the quiet and try to work on homework, these words burn in my mind.  Maybe I'm making it too complicated, which I frequently do.  You know now that I think about it, the quiet is sometimes more disruptive than the noise.  Maybe I should go turn cartoon network on or something, I need to get some work done and in the quiet my brain has too much to hear and say.  WOW!  I'm pretty sure they have medicine for people like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-9001607134111077361?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/9001607134111077361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=9001607134111077361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9001607134111077361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9001607134111077361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/03/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-9023606786805304692</id><published>2009-03-10T17:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:34:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>God said he would never give us more than we can handle...I wonder how much more that is??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-9023606786805304692?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/9023606786805304692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=9023606786805304692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9023606786805304692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9023606786805304692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/03/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-1152637502207540030</id><published>2009-03-03T11:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:46:17.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Looking for original newspaper articles over the 1860 and 1864 presidential elections = NO FUN!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-1152637502207540030?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/1152637502207540030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=1152637502207540030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/1152637502207540030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/1152637502207540030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh.html' title='UGH!!!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4194687145892073053</id><published>2009-02-25T11:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:42:36.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitments</title><content type='html'>Your commitments shape you life more than anything else. Your commitments can develop you or they can destroy you, but either way, they will define you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you're committed to and I'll tell you what you'll be in twenty years. We become whatever we're committed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you committed to????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this in a daily devotional I received today from someone in our small group.  It really got me to thinking.  What am I really committed to?  Think about this today.  What is it that you are truly and honestly committed to?  Its easy to say God, but take a deeper look and see if there is any "other" commitments in the way of the one with God.  Hope this gets you to thinking like it did me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4194687145892073053?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4194687145892073053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4194687145892073053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4194687145892073053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4194687145892073053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/02/commitments.html' title='Commitments'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-5982354223531679733</id><published>2009-02-23T17:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:44:48.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote For The Day</title><content type='html'>Hope this enlightens you and brightens your day!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is like a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;booger&lt;/span&gt;. You keep picking at it until you get it, then wonder what to do with it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-5982354223531679733?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5982354223531679733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=5982354223531679733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5982354223531679733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5982354223531679733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote For The Day'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-2223128613158468957</id><published>2009-02-18T20:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:58:46.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray For Me</title><content type='html'>It seems I've bitten off more than I can chew this semester with the selection of classes I took.  I will have to write a total of 15 papers (minimum 5 pages) as well as develop and conduct a research project.  I read all day long, I write all day long, I get up in the middle of the night and work, yet there still doesn't seem to be enough of me to get it all done.  Pray that I would have the strength to work through this and make it to May 5. (Last day of the semester)  I'm really tired and frustrated right now.  I need some peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-2223128613158468957?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2223128613158468957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=2223128613158468957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2223128613158468957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2223128613158468957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/02/pray-for-me.html' title='Pray For Me'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-2769322856202834596</id><published>2009-02-11T19:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:58:21.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Gonna Do With Those Girls??!!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight after school the girls and I were playing baseball in the front yard. Everything was going along great, we were laughing and having a good time and then it happened... Like a bad slow motion replay on America's funniest home videos, I pitched the ball...MaKayla swung the bat...then it was almost as if time stopped. I tried to move but my feet were glued to the ground, my hands were frozen as if I was pressed up against a glass and then it hit me. That's right, the baseball smacked me right in the goodies. I instantly let out a rather loud "UGH!!" then hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. I lay there rolling around on the ground trying not to cough up my umm....well you get the picture. As I lay there in agony, I hear this strange sound. It is almost like the sound of children laughing. Wait!!! It is children laughing. I look over and see both of my girls heehawing like they just saw one of the funniest things they had ever seen. Then to make matters worse Tamara yells out to MaKayla, "you really smacked him in the nuts that time!" What?!! What just came out of my baby's mouth? I tried not to laugh but I did. Well, I laughed and moaned at the same time. When I finally caught my breath and got everything back in its original place, I asked Tamara where she heard that. She replied, "I don't know, I was gonna say nuggets but nuts sounded better." MaKayla was still laughing. At this point humiliated and dejected I turned around and went inside to tell Pam and see if I could get any sympathy there (wink wink). Wouldn't you know it...she laughed too! I get absolutely no respect around this house. That's okay, they all have to go to sleep sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-2769322856202834596?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2769322856202834596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=2769322856202834596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2769322856202834596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2769322856202834596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-am-i-gonna-do-with-those-girls.html' title='What Am I Gonna Do With Those Girls??!!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-44205864144898052</id><published>2009-02-10T09:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:54:23.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALRIGHT!!</title><content type='html'>I know my sister already put it in her blog but I am too.  My mom started her own business called Alphabet Soup and More.  Right now you can check out her products at &lt;a href="http://www.alphabetsoupandmore.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.alphabetsoupandmore.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;  or if you know her number give her a call and see what she can do for you.   She has some really awesome stuff and I'm not just saying that cause she paid me $100 to post this on my blog. (j/k haha) I'm very proud of you Mama, I hope your new business does awesome!!!  EVERYONE GO CHECK OUT THIS SITE!!!  (and buy stuff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-44205864144898052?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/44205864144898052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=44205864144898052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/44205864144898052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/44205864144898052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright.html' title='ALRIGHT!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-9038564342722643142</id><published>2009-02-07T08:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:43:30.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was Fun!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I had the opportunity to go to Arizona on a quail hunt. And when I say weekend to Arizona, I mean WEEKEND. We left last Thursday around 2:00p.m. and arrived in Tucson around midnight. We got up at 6:00 on Friday morning, hunted all day Friday, and went to bed that night around 9:00. We then got up Saturday morning around 5:00 drove an hour and a half to the Arizona/Mexico border and again hunted all day. At this point we were about 30 miles from Tombstone so we of course had to go check that place out. We were all exhausted and decided we would stay the night in Tombstone. Once we got there and drove around and looked at the sights, we mutually decided to just "drive home until we couldn't drive anymore." This was 5:00 at this point. So away we went back to Texas. I arrived in my driveway at 4:30 on Sunday morning. That's right we drove over 21 hours (about 1400 miles according to Tom Tom) in two days hunting VERY HARD during that period. I woke up Sunday around noon and felt like someone had just whooped the snot out of me. I wasn't much fun at our Super Bowl party and I'm just now today starting to feel normal again. You know what though, I'd do it again in a heartbeat! You know me when it comes to hunting and if you didn't you do now :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cool picture of where we were hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bhTvgArI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ge90CAemTro/s1600-h/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0130_111700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300063333022433970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bhTvgArI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ge90CAemTro/s400/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0130_111700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My first Gambel's Quail (my favorite quail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bgdxTovI/AAAAAAAAANo/zW6Q-mdEAaI/s1600-h/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0130_134913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300063318534497010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bgdxTovI/AAAAAAAAANo/zW6Q-mdEAaI/s400/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0130_134913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me standing by a HUGE Sororo Cactus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bgv1ty5I/AAAAAAAAANw/kx4QIgGX-gE/s1600-h/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0130_171203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300063323384826770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bgv1ty5I/AAAAAAAAANw/kx4QIgGX-gE/s400/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0130_171203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good day's work! (there's 38 you don't have to count!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bgsRSqcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fxI7OcONaHk/s1600-h/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0130_180320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300063322426747330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bgsRSqcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fxI7OcONaHk/s400/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0130_180320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Standing in Boothill at Tombstone, Arizona (I'm your Huckleberry&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bhPlykeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IG4_b-LRny8/s1600-h/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0131_183434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300063331907965410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bhPlykeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IG4_b-LRny8/s400/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0131_183434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/570224415194789380-9038564342722643142?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/9038564342722643142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=9038564342722643142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9038564342722643142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9038564342722643142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-was-fun.html' title='That Was Fun!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SY2bhTvgArI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ge90CAemTro/s72-c/Arizonaquailhunt2009_0130_111700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-5131875335223513794</id><published>2009-01-29T08:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:46:16.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been There</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid I lived for three things: fishing, hunting and baseball. There was nothing I looked more forward to than doing those things with Dad. He taught me to play baseball (although I think he wondered if I'd ever quit throwing like my mom), he taught me to catch a bass, and taught me to hunt. This was my life, everything revolved around those three things. I remember though as a kid there were times that Dad went on trips that I couldn't go on. Trips to deer camp in Mason, Elk hunting trips in Colorado...these trips devastated me. I didn't understand that while I was getting older and bigger, I still wasn't ready for those kinds of hunts yet. Today I find myself on the other end of this scenario. Since MaKayla was little I have taken her hunting, fishing and taught her every sport she has wanted to learn. She is a good hunting buddy, probably my favorite. However, today I am leaving to Arizona to go on a three day quail hunting adventure and I have to leave her behind. It's going to be a fun but tough three days of hunting. MaKayla is heartbroken that I am not taking her. She cried last night because she doesn't understand that even though she's bigger, she's just not ready for some hunts yet. I'd love for her to be there, I'd love for her to experience the hunt but I know she wouldn't be able to keep up with all the physical demands if she went. This morning as I dropped them off at school and walked them to the gym, she couldn't talk. She couldn't say bye, she couldn't hardly even look at me. Her eyes were full of tears and I'm sure there was a knot in here throat the size of a baseball...I know I've been there. And while it feels like that day will never come I promise eventually the day will be here when my favorite hunting buddy will be right there by my side, heading out on a grand hunting adventure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my baby girls, pray that Jesus would comfort their hearts and keep them safe while I'm gone. Pray that God would watch over my family while I'm away and that he would keep his hands on me while I travel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-5131875335223513794?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5131875335223513794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=5131875335223513794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5131875335223513794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5131875335223513794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-there.html' title='I&apos;ve Been There'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-6116089064890986504</id><published>2009-01-25T20:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:25:26.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe It!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. 9 years ago today, I was probably in one of the happiest and most confused states in my life. I didn't know how I was going to be a daddy to a precious baby girl but I knew I was going to give it all I had. I can't believe that that baby girl is 9 years old today! It seems like yesterday she was a tiny baby in my arms, looking up at me with eyes that could melt the hardest of hearts. Those eyes are still there, but they are in a much bigger girl now. Time flies so fast, when she was a baby I wanted her to be a little bigger so I could play with her, and now that she's a little bigger I want her to be a baby so I can take care of her forever. I never in a million years could have imagined all the happiness and love that she has brought in my life. She makes me want to be a better person, to be the dad that she thinks that I am. :) When she was little I'd tuck her in and say , "Holler at daddy if you need anything," and not 5 seconds after I'd shut her door and walk down the hall I'd hear, "Daddy I need anything, princess needs you." It seems like a long time since I've heard that little voice holler out as I walk down the hall. While I miss those times and cherish them, I cherish every minute I have with my beautiful princess and thank God everyday that she's mine. Happy Birthday baby girl, I'm so proud of all you are and all that you have become. You are a beautiful, courteous, intelligent loving girl and I love you more than words can say. You are the wind in my sails and my sun on cloudy days. Nothing on earth makes me prouder than being your daddy. Remember if you need anything just holler...Daddy will be right there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the Years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0rO063iYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/x9QzXNWWegI/s1600-h/Makayla+Angel+with+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295436270581287298" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0rO063iYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/x9QzXNWWegI/s400/Makayla+Angel+with+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0rPdICWVI/AAAAAAAAANA/rSAA4gpFLv0/s1600-h/MaKayla+lady+bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295436281373940050" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0rPdICWVI/AAAAAAAAANA/rSAA4gpFLv0/s400/MaKayla+lady+bug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0rPgNJZHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CgZv9adn5Io/s1600-h/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295436282200679538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0rPgNJZHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CgZv9adn5Io/s400/DSCF0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0sgjE9hwI/AAAAAAAAANg/qi5SqHSCVgQ/s1600-h/girls2005_0411(004).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295437674541057794" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0sgjE9hwI/AAAAAAAAANg/qi5SqHSCVgQ/s400/girls2005_0411(004).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0rQIRLRaI/AAAAAAAAANY/c7cSQRBg-F4/s1600-h/DSCF5977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295436292954998178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0rQIRLRaI/AAAAAAAAANY/c7cSQRBg-F4/s400/DSCF5977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/570224415194789380-6116089064890986504?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6116089064890986504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=6116089064890986504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6116089064890986504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6116089064890986504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe It!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SX0rO063iYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/x9QzXNWWegI/s72-c/Makayla+Angel+with+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-931470885230155297</id><published>2009-01-20T08:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:05:28.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need To Slow Down!!!</title><content type='html'>You know on Star Trek when Captain Kirk says "Warp Speed!" Then out of the front of the ship all the stars start looking like long lines as the ship reaches warp speed then blasts out of sight. Well, that's how I feel right now. My classes this semester are extremely time consuming. I have 9 books to read (and I don't read books). Currently I read 30 minutes from one book, take a 10 min break, then 30 min. of another and so on and so on. I am only reading 4 books right now, but comprehending everything I'm reading is killing me. On top of that I am developing a research study which is more than what I originally bargained for....yuck!!! Tamara's been sick, MaKayla has been clingy, Pam is tearing up the kitchen, tearing down border and repainting and I feel like my head is going to EXPLODE!!!! Sometimes I feel like I'm running a marathon with my eyes closed and can't figure out which way to turn next...I might be heading in the right direction or I might be heading off a cliff, who knows! On top of all of that I scheduled a hunt in Arizona on Jan. 29 so I will be gone January 29-February 2. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm excited about this once in a lifetime opportunity to go on this hunt, the timing is just off right now. Now, I have to do that much more work to not get behind while I'm gone, but if you wanna play I guess you gotta pay. I keep telling myself this is just temporary, when I make it through this semester I will have 6 hours left. 6 hours...I can't believe it. When I started back to school 5 years ago, I felt like this day would never come. It would have been much easier to do this school thing before wife and kids, but I guess you play with the cards you're dealt. We made a plan, stuck to it and we've almost reached our first big goal. I look forward to that, but I can't afford to look ahead, there's too many things that will jump up and smack me in the face right now! I need things to slow down, to calm down...I need to calm down. I need to trust and take this one day at a time...I can do it, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-931470885230155297?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/931470885230155297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=931470885230155297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/931470885230155297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/931470885230155297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-to-slow-down.html' title='I Need To Slow Down!!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8939400387710692358</id><published>2009-01-15T09:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:30:15.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS COLD!!!</title><content type='html'>There is cold and then there is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COLD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  My bones are frozen, my brain hurts and my eyes are fuzzy.  (Maybe that's from lying on the couch doing homework and not the cold..hmmm)  Anyhow I was watching the weather channel and it is like -36 degrees in Green Bay, WI.  Ouch that's cold!  In some town in Alaska it was -65 degrees outside.  My mom and I were discussing that temp. in Alaska and she said," What do you do when it's that cold outside?"  My reply was, "Why do you think Eskimos have so many kids?"  HAHA!!!  Gotta stay warm somehow!! :)  Alright well, my study break is over I have to get back to one of my 9 books I have to read this semester....YUCK!!!  Stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song to go with this blustery cold day!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crFQpOCDfEc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crFQpOCDfEc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8939400387710692358?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8939400387710692358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8939400387710692358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8939400387710692358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8939400387710692358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-cold.html' title='IT IS COLD!!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-610771497858707990</id><published>2009-01-13T11:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:03:58.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester</title><content type='html'>Well, I started back to school today. I really enjoy school but its always tough to get back in the swing of things. My first class didn't last that long and I have 2 more this afternoon and then 1 tonight, plus there's that stinkin ole web class. 16 hours is not too much but all the classes I'm taking combined, makes for a pretty tough schedule. Not to mention soccer practice, softball practice, meals, homework and being a dad and husband, my schedule feels pretty full. I commit 8 hours a day to school and the rest is divided up amongst everyone else. I enjoy this time but look forward to what God has in store for me in the future. (Only 6 hours to go after this semester!!!)  On top of the beginning of a new semester, I am working on a new diet called DASH. It is the Dietary Approach to Stop Hypertension. Lately my blood pressure readings have been a little off and I have been feeling out of sorts so I have changed my diet and that includes no caffeine! Its not too bad besides the horrible brain splitting headaches from not getting my 1000mg of caffeine per day. However on the plus side after just 3 days on the diet my blood pressure readings were better than normal this morning so hopefully I can curve this thing before it gets out of hand. (No matter how in shape you are you can't do anything about your genes!!! Dang it!) Alright well, I've rambled on enough, I need to go grab a quick snack and head to my next class. I have more interesting things to write about but currently am experiencing one of those previously mentioned headaches and I need to get some meds and fast!! Hope everyone has a blessed day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-610771497858707990?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/610771497858707990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=610771497858707990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/610771497858707990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/610771497858707990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-semester.html' title='New Semester'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-3486991664540012494</id><published>2009-01-07T13:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:47:19.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here, I'm Here!</title><content type='html'>I'm just too lazy to blog right now.  I will in the next day or so though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-3486991664540012494?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3486991664540012494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=3486991664540012494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3486991664540012494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3486991664540012494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-here-im-here.html' title='I&apos;m Here, I&apos;m Here!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-236579454025010303</id><published>2008-12-19T16:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:38:37.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's A Dad To Do?</title><content type='html'>A couple of Christmases ago, we had a horrible wind storm that ripped the roof off of our carport and threw it up on top of the main house.  In the process of this it destroyed most of our outside Christmas lights and damaged our Santa and Rudolph that goes on the house.  Needless to say, I didn't bother replacing any of it last year, things were just too hectic.  This year looked to be a repeat.  I had intentions of putting up lights but there just never seemed to be enough time.  The other night, Tamara wanted to know if we could put Christmas lights up on the house.  I told her, "It's only a few days until Christmas and lights are expensive.  Which would you rather have, lights on the house or present under the tree?"  She replied in a very solemn voice, "All I need for Christmas is my family and love.  I would risk getting any gifts if we could just have lights on our house."  WHAT THE HECK!!!!!  I mean there's guilt trips and then there's &lt;strong&gt;GUILT TRIPS.&lt;/strong&gt;  So Tuesday morning I dropped the girls off at school, went by Westlake and wouldn't you know it, their Christmas lights were on clearance for 75% off.  I got most of the lights I would need (I wanted more, I love the Griswold house) and off to the decorate the house I went.  I spent around 6 stinking hours decorating the house so it would be all ready when the girls got home from school, I even fixed Santa and Rudolph.   I went and picked up the girls and Tamara didn't seem that impressed (I guess because it wasn't lit up).  So that evening when it was dark, I had a Grand Viewing session.  Both girls had big smiles on their faces and gave me big hugs which made the whole mess all worth it.  Even if I am pretty sure that I got hoodwinked in the whole process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-236579454025010303?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/236579454025010303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=236579454025010303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/236579454025010303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/236579454025010303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-dad-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s A Dad To Do?'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8151191568683480583</id><published>2008-12-17T17:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:52:46.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought</title><content type='html'>I Love This Time Of Year!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8151191568683480583?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8151191568683480583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8151191568683480583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8151191568683480583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8151191568683480583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/thought.html' title='Thought'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-6119882981449406126</id><published>2008-12-12T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:42:10.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!!</title><content type='html'>I'm done with school, I'm done with school, I'm done with school hey, hey, hey, hey!&lt;br /&gt;(well until next semester)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-6119882981449406126?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6119882981449406126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=6119882981449406126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6119882981449406126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6119882981449406126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah.html' title='YEAH!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-1509094385748040717</id><published>2008-12-10T13:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:20:36.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafeteria Fun</title><content type='html'>Today at the girls' school, it was Turkey and Dressing day. MMMM!!!! I remember as a kid loving the turkey and dressing days because it meant a holiday was around the corner. Anyway, since the menu at school was so yummy today, I decided to go eat with the girls. I have had a hectic schedule this semester and haven't got to eat with them as much as I usually like to, so today was a lot of fun. Tamara's lunch was at 11:50 and MaKayla's lunch was at 12:10, so I had to decide who I was actually going to "eat" with. I decided Tamara probably wouldn't eat all of her food so I could pick off of her plate and then I would get my own plate with MaKayla. While the food is not quite as good as I remember it, the atmosphere was. All the kids knew that the holidays were fast approaching, the excitement was high. As usual, Tamara was very lovey and wanted me to take her with me and well, MaKayla seemed uninterested that I was there probably because I'm not as "cool" as I once was. (We didn't get to sit next to her friends so she missed out on lunch room talk and believe me, I 'm still way cool) During Tamara's lunch I somehow got caught in a gossip chain and had to "pass on" the phrase, "Karis has a pink mustache." (because Karis was drinking strawberry milk) All the kids thought it was pretty funny that I joined in their silly games, but hey when in Rome... All in all it was a fun lunch date. I enjoy getting to see the girls in their school environment and feel a little nostalgic along the way. Its really hard to imagine that I was sitting right in their spot 20 years ago. I guess time really does fly when you are having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-1509094385748040717?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/1509094385748040717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=1509094385748040717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/1509094385748040717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/1509094385748040717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/cafeteria-fun.html' title='Cafeteria Fun'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-9115251871000072640</id><published>2008-12-08T00:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:10:25.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.  If I die please remember me.  God protect me, I want to stay alive.  I know you are everywhere I go.  God I love the world you created.  I love everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my baby wrote in her notebook earlier this afternoon, simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;.  From the mouth of babes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-9115251871000072640?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/9115251871000072640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=9115251871000072640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9115251871000072640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9115251871000072640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-5998685794797672750</id><published>2008-12-05T16:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:04:00.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Uh..Yeah.  I made a 100 in statistics.  Not just on the final but for the semester.  Un-freaking believable. (And to think I almost didn't pursue a degree in Psychology because of this class.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-5998685794797672750?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5998685794797672750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=5998685794797672750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5998685794797672750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5998685794797672750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4736904455780018859</id><published>2008-12-05T08:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:02:02.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Crazy</title><content type='html'>Okay, its official, I have lost my stinking mind. I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;voluntarily &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;taking my statistics final early. Why you may ask? Well, I have other exams next week that I need to study for and get this, I totally understand statistics and I'm not worried about the final. Who really understands statistics??? I guess my mind thinks in that way, who knows. I know I will pass with an A so I'm not even worried about it. I think I've been possessed by some scholastic math demon. Well, here goes nothing...wish me luck. (not on the test but on getting this crazy demon out of my head!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4736904455780018859?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4736904455780018859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4736904455780018859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4736904455780018859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4736904455780018859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m Crazy'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-542135092303069401</id><published>2008-12-04T12:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:48:51.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Fine Wine</title><content type='html'>There are few things in life that get finer with age...I'm glad I'm married to one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Pam!  I love you more with every breath I take, I hope you have a awesome and fun 21st birthday ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-542135092303069401?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/542135092303069401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=542135092303069401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/542135092303069401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/542135092303069401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-fine-wine.html' title='Like Fine Wine'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-431285716785162867</id><published>2008-12-03T09:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:46:35.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving To Remember</title><content type='html'>Do you have a special place in the world? A place that fills your heart with joy and floods your mind with memories every time you think about it. I do, as far back as I can remember I have loved going to the farm down in Brownwood. So many wonderful times and memories have taken place there. Swimming (and taking baths) in the Colorado river, fishing from a paddle boat and catching tons of fish, quail hunting, coon hunting, deer hunting, hide and seek, good food and just overall relaxation. Growing up going to the farm was all I could ever think about. However, with busy schedules and extended families to visit we haven't got to go down there near as often as I would have liked lately. I have missed going down there a lot. I want my children to have the same fond memories of that place as I do. I was so excited this year when I found out we were going down there for Thanksgiving and let me tell you it did not disappoint. We had a wonderful time. Walking down to the river, spending time with family, looking for arrowheads, hunting (and killing deer), going late night coon hunting, watching fun movies, it was just like old times. What made my heart happiest was watching my two baby girls enjoy the place that produced probably the happiest times of my childhood. It was just so much fun. Now that I'm back home I find myself in the middle of finals yet I still really haven't come down from my Brownwood high. There's just something magical about that place to me, I'm never more relaxed than I am when I'm down there. It was good to go back and recharge. I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday and I look forward to seeing you all during Christmas. Cherish this time with your families, its such a wonderful time of year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/STal9r3WfCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fv4m3CHGjbI/s1600-h/Pam.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/570224415194789380-431285716785162867?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/431285716785162867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=431285716785162867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/431285716785162867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/431285716785162867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-to-remember.html' title='Thanksgiving To Remember'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-6470214216134009263</id><published>2008-11-25T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:05:27.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>I won't be checking the computer for a few days, so I wanted to wish all of you a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!  I hope everyone has a blessed and wonderful time.  Stay safe and enjoy time with your families.  I hope to have some cool stories for you when I get back to writing in a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  29 Days till &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; comes! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-6470214216134009263?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6470214216134009263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=6470214216134009263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6470214216134009263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6470214216134009263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-6119538445552258566</id><published>2008-11-24T20:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:04:49.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh...??</title><content type='html'>Today while driving home from picking the girls up, we stopped at a stop light. Tamara excitedly yelled, "Dad! Why is that one pigeon trying to ride piggy back on that other pigeon?!!!" UMM.....HMMM??? (think, think, think) Quickly I said, "Well, he's probably tired and they are buddies and he's just trying to give his friend a ride." "Then she said, "Well the one on top was flapping his wings and biting the other one's head, I wouldn't give my friend a piggy back ride if they did that to me." I said, "Honey, don't ever give anyone a piggy back ride and everything will be fine!" She replied, "Okay." GEEZ!!! One of these days answers like that aren't gonna work, man I dread those days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-6119538445552258566?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6119538445552258566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=6119538445552258566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6119538445552258566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6119538445552258566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/11/uhh.html' title='Uhh...??'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-9202021932995092760</id><published>2008-11-20T21:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:02:48.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA!!</title><content type='html'>We had our pictures made with Jenny and they are AWESOME and yall can't see them until we give them out at Christmas!!  NanerNaner Boo Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-9202021932995092760?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/9202021932995092760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=9202021932995092760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9202021932995092760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9202021932995092760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha.html' title='HAHA!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4923040256527235751</id><published>2008-11-18T08:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:43:52.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Friendly Reminder</title><content type='html'>Last night we sat around drinking hot chocolate and watching ABC Family's, countdown to 25 days till Christmas. They showed Santa Baby (very good show) and Holiday in Handcuffs (becoming one of our favorites). It really started setting the mood for the holidays. I'm so excited and can't wait!!! And here's the good news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There is only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;Days and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; hours left until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4923040256527235751?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4923040256527235751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4923040256527235751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4923040256527235751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4923040256527235751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-friendly-reminder.html' title='Just A Friendly Reminder'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8388704418473306085</id><published>2008-11-12T09:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:46:45.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Time Of Year</title><content type='html'>Anticipation. That's what this time of year is all about. Anticipating seeing family for Thanksgiving. Anticipating the pumpkin pies, turkey and dressing, sweet potatoes and lazy afternoons watching football games and Peanut specials. Anticipating Christmas shows, Rudolph and Frosty, hot chocolate and snuggley nights. Anticipating a fat little man with rosey red cheeks sneaking down the chimney to bring presents. Anticipating Christmas morning and the excitement and joy in your children's eyes as they experience the magic of Christmas for another year. There is not another time of year that is as magical as this time of year. My entire life I have loved Thanksgiving and Christmas,and the older I have gotten the more special it all becomes. I try not to take for granted any moment of this time. I try to remember every detail, savor every yummy smell and every familiar face. Too many times we stress about getting the perfect gift, preparing the perfect meals and being the perfect host. That's not what its all about. Its about spending time together. It reminds me of the last time MaKayla and I went deer hunting together. I planned and worried and did so much to make it a special trip. We ate out at cool places and went and saw cool things. We even shot a couple of deer, which I was for sure would be the highlight of the trip. On the way home she had a smile on her face that nothing or nobody could erase so I asked her, "What was your favorite part of the trip?" I fully expected her to say something like , "Seeing Ft. Mason or eating at that cool BBQ place or best of all getting to shoot a couple of deer," yet her answer left me speechless. She simply turned and said, "Spending time with you." After all the worrying, planning and effort I put in, the thing she enjoyed the most was TIME. Remember that this Holiday season. I know that there will be stresses, worries and expectations but in the end its about the time we give to each other and what we do with it. Stop for a minute, take a breath and look around...its a good time a year, enjoy the beauty of each day and the anticipation of days to come. Here's a song to help you get in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music don't get much better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJp8UvNGxI0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJp8UvNGxI0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There is only 42 days until &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8388704418473306085?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8388704418473306085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8388704418473306085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8388704418473306085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8388704418473306085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-this-time-of-year.html' title='I Love This Time Of Year'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-3798365062953820412</id><published>2008-11-10T19:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:44:28.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMM....</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking, I'm thinking, YET...there's nothing there????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-3798365062953820412?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3798365062953820412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=3798365062953820412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3798365062953820412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3798365062953820412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmm.html' title='HMMM....'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-2206253554466665260</id><published>2008-11-05T19:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:40:01.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence????</title><content type='html'>I opened my one year Bible today to read the daily passage and this is what it said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 12:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of the LORD came to me: "Son of man, you are living among a rebellious people. They have eyes to see but do not see and ears to hear but do not hear, for they are a rebellious people.&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, son of man, pack your belongings for exile and in the daytime, as they watch, set out and go from where you are to another place. Perhaps they will understand, though they are a rebellious house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Weird Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was right, we are supposed to go to Canada! :)  Crazy how versus come up on certain days and then seem really relevant whether they are or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this quote I saw today, I think it also goes with the current events, it says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on." - Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TRUE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-2206253554466665260?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2206253554466665260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=2206253554466665260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2206253554466665260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2206253554466665260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/11/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence????'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-5974138994948436515</id><published>2008-11-04T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:45:47.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O CANADA!!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm gonna have to learn the words to this song.  Stinking Americans!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Canada!&lt;br /&gt;Our home and native land!&lt;br /&gt;True patriot love in all thy sons command.&lt;br /&gt;With glowing hearts we see thee rise,&lt;br /&gt;The True North strong and free!From far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;O Canada,&lt;br /&gt;We stand on guard for thee.&lt;br /&gt;God keep our land glorious and free!&lt;br /&gt;O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.&lt;br /&gt;O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-5974138994948436515?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5974138994948436515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=5974138994948436515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5974138994948436515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5974138994948436515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-canada.html' title='O CANADA!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8471111679539959521</id><published>2008-10-30T16:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:58:08.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>Last night we carved pumpkins with Amy and Alex. It was alot of fun. There were some really good ones and umm...some different ones :) Whatever they looked like the memories were all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamara's Alien "Voted #1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQostIwjhuI/AAAAAAAAALk/hroNXLMwm24/s1600-h/DSCF5994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263068268492719842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQostIwjhuI/AAAAAAAAALk/hroNXLMwm24/s400/DSCF5994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MaKayla's Headless Horseman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQostYlWiVI/AAAAAAAAALs/0CT5f6wJca0/s1600-h/DSCF5999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263068272740698450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQostYlWiVI/AAAAAAAAALs/0CT5f6wJca0/s400/DSCF5999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex's Monster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQosuL6ZkBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6TN4D42JnHY/s1600-h/DSCF6001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263068286519185426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQosuL6ZkBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6TN4D42JnHY/s400/DSCF6001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy's Elmo???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQosuxffvXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vAB32ala15s/s1600-h/DSCF6003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263068296606891378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQosuxffvXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vAB32ala15s/s400/DSCF6003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starving Artists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQosvSFeE8I/AAAAAAAAAME/KlJJAuPpk0A/s1600-h/DSCF6006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263068305356100546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQosvSFeE8I/AAAAAAAAAME/KlJJAuPpk0A/s400/DSCF6006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8471111679539959521?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8471111679539959521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8471111679539959521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8471111679539959521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8471111679539959521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SQostIwjhuI/AAAAAAAAALk/hroNXLMwm24/s72-c/DSCF5994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7066397755378845188</id><published>2008-10-29T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:58:15.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days</title><content type='html'>It's been 4 days since I last had a diet Coke.  My head hurts, I'm sleepy and I'm not in a very good mood.  This quitting Cokes thing is not one of my better ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7066397755378845188?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7066397755378845188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7066397755378845188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7066397755378845188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7066397755378845188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-days.html' title='4 Days'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4243158523473612571</id><published>2008-10-27T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:12:59.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did The Time Go?</title><content type='html'>My heart sank today. Not because the economy is down, or that I have 3 exams in the next week, or that money is tighter than security at Fort Knox right now. Nope, it sank because today at school I saw a little girl holding her Daddy's hand walking around campus. Then just like that,  a flood of memories came crashing into my mind, reminding me of another time and another place. It seems like just yesterday, I had a two year old and a four year old walking around campus with me, looking at the rabbits, fountains and ground squirrels. Yet today as I walked through campus I was all alone. My little girls are growing up and there is nothing I can do to stop it. When they were that age, I was so stressed about so many things that I forgot to enjoy that time with them because it always seemed like it would last forever and now its gone. If I only knew then what I know now, I would have cherished every breathing second of my babies being little. I guess life moves on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4243158523473612571?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4243158523473612571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4243158523473612571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4243158523473612571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4243158523473612571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-did-time-go.html' title='Where Did The Time Go?'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-9202120782694636322</id><published>2008-10-22T18:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:28:14.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>No words to say really...just pictures to post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the sea lion show at Sea World. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_CMm7Kd8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/KuoiLWkiCe8/s1600-h/0807300028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260136411654944706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_CMm7Kd8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/KuoiLWkiCe8/s400/0807300028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My greatest accomplishment so far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_Ey9D4VDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/umKNHY7NUVg/s1600-h/2008_0623misc0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260139269455369266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_Ey9D4VDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/umKNHY7NUVg/s400/2008_0623misc0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploring at the Longhorn Caverns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_AfaPcztI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dninEEOphc0/s1600-h/0808010099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260134535644630738" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_AfaPcztI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dninEEOphc0/s400/0808010099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best goalie in the league!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_AfOj0VgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rzBPnJjbOy0/s1600-h/DSCF5862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260134532508833282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_AfOj0VgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rzBPnJjbOy0/s400/DSCF5862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little superstar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_AdRUp25I/AAAAAAAAAI0/CXtEdu9JU5M/s1600-h/DSCF5957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260134498890800018" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_AdRUp25I/AAAAAAAAAI0/CXtEdu9JU5M/s400/DSCF5957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/570224415194789380-9202120782694636322?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/9202120782694636322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=9202120782694636322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9202120782694636322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9202120782694636322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SP_CMm7Kd8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/KuoiLWkiCe8/s72-c/0807300028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7983975153855432446</id><published>2008-10-20T09:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:05:50.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>Today I went up to Pam's school and watched as she got her hair cut off for Pantene Beautiful Lengths. It was an awesome contribution and selfless act that will certainly help someone who has lost their hair due to cancer. I was extremely proud of her and have to admit I teared up while I was recording the whole thing during her schools morning assembly. After she was done the kids stood up and said the Pledge of Allegiance. I haven't said the Pledge of Allegiance in a long time. You know we don't have morning assembly at my school mainly because that falls under the, "You know how I know your gay?" category. Anyway, as I stood there hand over heart reciting the pledge, I felt a great since of pride and gratefulness for the country that I live in. So many people gripe about this great nation, yet we take for granted all the freedoms and rights that we have. I'm so proud and thankful for our soldiers defending our nation and making it safe for others around the world as well and whether you believe in what the government is doing or not, know that those soldiers are giving up their comforts and possibly lives for you so at least support them. We live in a unique, wonderful nation and sometimes with our busy hectic lives we forget that. So today I feel proud. Proud of my wife who gave to someone who is suffering and in need and Proud of my country and the men and women who are out there defending it. All of you are my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, indivisible,With Liberty and Justice for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7983975153855432446?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7983975153855432446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7983975153855432446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7983975153855432446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7983975153855432446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-5357266333482416155</id><published>2008-10-16T16:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:05:13.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose Yourself</title><content type='html'>1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "YOU'RE HOT" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;"Cleanin' out my closet" (must have found some new clothes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;"Rockstar" (that's what I'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE LONG GOAL?&lt;br /&gt;"Better than Me" (hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Sandman" (off to never never land!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Surround Me" (cause I'm so dangerous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;"If its Over" (what????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU OFTEN THINK ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;"Party Like a Rockstar." ( that would be awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR EX?&lt;br /&gt;"You Don't Know." (obviously or you wouldn't have asked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON WHO LIKES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Ayo Technology." - pretty appropriate if you know the song ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES YOUR BEST FRIEND ALWAYS SAY TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;" Switch" (haha that's pretty funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;"Get Stoned" (I have such high goals for my life!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SAYING?&lt;br /&gt;"Shake That" (LOL That is funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;"Its been awhile" (For what?????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL BE PLAYED AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;"I am whatever you say I am" (Not bad I may have to suggest that to Pam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;"Into the Night" (undoubtedly I'm afraid of the dark..didn't know that about myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;"In da club" (And you know this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR HOUSE?&lt;br /&gt;"London Bridge" (Great now my house is gonna fall down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU NAME THIS?&lt;br /&gt;"Lose Yourself"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-5357266333482416155?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5357266333482416155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=5357266333482416155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5357266333482416155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5357266333482416155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/lose-yourself.html' title='Lose Yourself'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8238076150202413589</id><published>2008-10-15T09:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:45:25.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been learning how to breathe. Not for oxygen but for life. I've been learning to slow down, look around and embrace this moment that I'm in. Its not where I want to end up, but its where I am right now and its good. I am a good student, friend, husband and dad. I don't know where God wants me to be but I will keep walking and looking until he shows me. I love my wife now more than the day I met her, more than yesterday, more than one second ago. My children are beautiful, talented, intelligent little girls that love me very much. We have a nice home and good vehicles. I've been so hard on myself for so long, but I think its time to give me a break. I can't please everyone and I'm not even going to try anymore. I am moving forward, I am happy and no matter what I know that it will all work out with time. This is my life, the only one I have and I'm going to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song! Someday I might even write one like it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVvgMEs9qeM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVvgMEs9qeM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8238076150202413589?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8238076150202413589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8238076150202413589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8238076150202413589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8238076150202413589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-2512809203786466937</id><published>2008-10-13T12:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:59:21.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts To Ponder</title><content type='html'>Some thoughts to kick around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes 46 muscles to frown but only 4 to flip 'em the bird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody wants to go to heaven; but nobody wants to die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-2512809203786466937?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2512809203786466937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=2512809203786466937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2512809203786466937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2512809203786466937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughts-to-ponder.html' title='Thoughts To Ponder'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-2438406659343786784</id><published>2008-10-08T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:12:03.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>Sometimes going and doing stuff without the kids is like a break from reality. I mean don't get me wrong, I love my girls, but I love that woman of mine bunches too! This past weekend I got to have a bunch of adult time with Pam. (Not like that you perverts!) Friday night we went to the OHS v. PHS game with Landon and Sarah. The company was great, but the game was horrible!!!! (OHS got routed to say the least!) Then on Saturday evening we went out with our good friends Andy and Tessa to our hunting lease to go bird hunting. The wind was blowing 30 miles an hour and the hunting stunk but we had a super fun time. We laughed and joked and talked like adults instead of talking to little kids. It was great! So here's to a good wife, good friends and good times! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pam and Tessa holding the can and bottle that they shot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SO1ZRJ1916I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ygqknRVJXjg/s1600-h/dovehunt2008_1004_195938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254954491446155170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SO1ZRJ1916I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ygqknRVJXjg/s400/dovehunt2008_1004_195938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This made the trip fun!!!  This guy was about 4' long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SO1ZRTbCzDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2eJnrg3QojI/s1600-h/dovehunt2008_1004_201533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254954494017588274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SO1ZRTbCzDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2eJnrg3QojI/s400/dovehunt2008_1004_201533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My goodlooking Redneck Woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SO1ZRrtlZII/AAAAAAAAAIk/ld-NWberPpY/s1600-h/dovehunt2008_1004_210823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254954500537803906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SO1ZRrtlZII/AAAAAAAAAIk/ld-NWberPpY/s400/dovehunt2008_1004_210823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-2438406659343786784?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2438406659343786784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=2438406659343786784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2438406659343786784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/2438406659343786784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SO1ZRJ1916I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ygqknRVJXjg/s72-c/dovehunt2008_1004_195938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8529729289208218845</id><published>2008-10-07T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:35:10.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Say Something?</title><content type='html'>"I sometimes worry about my short attention span, but not for very long."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8529729289208218845?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8529729289208218845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8529729289208218845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8529729289208218845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8529729289208218845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-you-say-something.html' title='Did You Say Something?'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-3533755797859001766</id><published>2008-10-06T09:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:23:23.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><content type='html'>I have stuff to write but no time right now. I have tons of reading for my psychology classes to do. I just have a thought stuck in my mind. Last night we were watching a movie with the girls about a young soccer player trying to decide what she wanted to do with her life. I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; relate with how she was feeling. Anyway, at one point her coach pulled her to the side and said, "At some point in time you have to quit following your life and lead it." This has been a burning thought in my head for the past 12 hours or so. Am I ready to do that? If I was, where would I lead myself? What if I'm wrong? All of this is just tumbling around in an already confused mind. I know its time to make a move, but which one is just beyond my grasp right now. I'll keep walking, keep going forward, preparing for that moment when I know and I can take off and run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-3533755797859001766?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3533755797859001766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=3533755797859001766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3533755797859001766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3533755797859001766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-3686291872840017784</id><published>2008-09-30T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:43:22.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rest For The Weary</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been so tired that proper functioning is really just not possible?  I am in the middle of that place now.  All last week I was just dragging needing to catch up on some rest but it wasn't gonna happen.  You see, this past Saturday morning Pam and I got up and left the house at 7:00 to drive to Waco so we could go to her Dad's retirement party.  We left the girls with my parents because the trip was going to be to short and well, too long.  So we got to Waco around noon and hung out until around 6:00 then headed to the retirement party.  It was a nice party.  Besides my in-laws I'm pretty sure I knew no one, which is good cause that meant I could disappear in the crowd and didn't have to talk to much ;)  After the party Pam's sister's and brother decided all us simblings should go out, so we did.  We went to this sports bar place called George's and hung out and laughed and had a good time. We orginally were going to stay the night with Pam's Dad but when we found out he was leaving for Virginia at 5:15 the next morning we decided to stay with Pam's older sister Kasey and her husband Shane.  So anyway, after hanging out for a while we went back to Kasey and Shane's and stayed up a little longer.  I think we finally went to bed around 2:30.  We woke up around 8:00 (ugh!) and had breakfast and hung out a little longer then hit the road back to Odessa.  It was a long, long short trip.  Pam and I crashed on the couch Sunday night trying to watch a movie and don't know that we have either fully woke up since.  So here I am so sleepy I can hardly function and I have a test today in Abnormal Psychology which I didn't really get to study for because I was driving all weekend and at the same time trying to get ready for my first Statistics test that will be in a couple of days, along with reading 200 pages in my Cognitive Psych book so I don't completely bomb the next test coming up in a week or so.  (It is a very hard class!!!!)  Yet there is no rest for the weary!  So now I have to log off now, run by Town and Country and get me 44oz. of my favorite lifeline (Diet Coke) and drive to Midland to go to my Statistics class, hopefully I won't fall asleep driving like I did on my way home from Waco but hey that's a completely different story :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-3686291872840017784?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3686291872840017784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=3686291872840017784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3686291872840017784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3686291872840017784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-rest-for-weary.html' title='No Rest For The Weary'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8014808163003160939</id><published>2008-09-26T23:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:29:59.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIDERGIRL????</title><content type='html'>Tamara has recently discovered a new talent. I have to say I am rather impressed with this current display of , athleticism(???) Whatever you want to call it, it's cool and I sure can't do it. Believe me I tried and ended up on my back. So here are a couple of pics of my amazing spider kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy admiring the talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SN212FspVPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4BsbN1DKuvc/s1600-h/DSCF5876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250552681430865138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SN212FspVPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4BsbN1DKuvc/s400/DSCF5876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drops back to earth from there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SN212ZY9ksI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HSuoF6x-jXA/s1600-h/DSCF5878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250552686717014722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SN212ZY9ksI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HSuoF6x-jXA/s400/DSCF5878.JPG" 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/570224415194789380-8014808163003160939?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8014808163003160939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8014808163003160939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8014808163003160939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8014808163003160939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/spidergirl.html' title='SPIDERGIRL????'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SN212FspVPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4BsbN1DKuvc/s72-c/DSCF5876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-1536952237796687694</id><published>2008-09-25T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:39:00.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Rat</title><content type='html'>Per a request by KJ here are a couple of pics of the new little rat we adopted. His official breed name is Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, they cost like $700 but we got him for free!! (that's the only way we would have gotten him)  His name is Rufio, like the lost boy off of Peter Pan. (No we didn't name him) He also answers to Roofster, Froto and you stupid little dog. He is highly intelligent. We've had him since Friday afternoon and already he can sit, stay, lay down, dance, jump and we're working on speaking. The girls love him and deep deep down I'm sure I do too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the innocent look fool you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNw8gsXYZxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/udLUbcS4M2o/s1600-h/DSCF5875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250137797969864466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNw8gsXYZxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/udLUbcS4M2o/s400/DSCF5875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNw8gtxLffI/AAAAAAAAAH8/G4F64iY3Vls/s1600-h/DSCF5872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250137798346505714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNw8gtxLffI/AAAAAAAAAH8/G4F64iY3Vls/s400/DSCF5872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNw8gUvPiJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/T8tMJAZHyuM/s1600-h/DSCF5874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250137791627495570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNw8gUvPiJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/T8tMJAZHyuM/s400/DSCF5874.JPG" 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/570224415194789380-1536952237796687694?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/1536952237796687694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=1536952237796687694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/1536952237796687694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/1536952237796687694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-rat.html' title='The Little Rat'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNw8gsXYZxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/udLUbcS4M2o/s72-c/DSCF5875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7580451591755638893</id><published>2008-09-24T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:55:23.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>We adopted a dog this past weekend.  He is smart, young and energetic.  He barks and barks and barks and barks and barks.  He was supposed to be crate trained...he's not.  He was supposed to be house broke...he's not.  Last night I went to bed around midnight, he began barking at 1:00, by 1:45 he quit.  2:00 Pam started yelling at someone in her sleep, the dog began barking again, except this time he barked until 3:30.  3:45 Pam again started yelling at someone in her sleep, I in turn yell at Pam to be quiet and quit talking.  The dog starts barking again.  He barks until 5:30.  At this point, I am resolved to not go in there while he is barking that will only strengthen his behavior.  5:45 he begins barking again he does so until my alarm goes off at 6:30.  I wait...he goes 5 min. without barking, so I go in there and reward him with a treat and take him outside to go potty (which he never did).  He just wants to play...HA HA HA!!!! You just kept me up all night and you want to play??!!! So I let him back in and wake everyone up, take my bath walk in my room and the little fur ball was asleep in my bed.  UH, NO!!!!  I holler at him, start barking and acting like a clinically insane person.  If that little rat thinks he can keep himself and me up all night and then sleep in my bed he has another thing coming!!!  He could stay out all night if he'd quit chewing stuff up and peeing and marking everywhere.  So that's it, I feel like my mind is gone.  I have huge bags under my eyes, my body aches and my motivation for this day is shot, just like that little dog will be if he puts me through one more night of barking hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7580451591755638893?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7580451591755638893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7580451591755638893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7580451591755638893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7580451591755638893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8611702535969734361</id><published>2008-09-23T08:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:14:36.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Kid!</title><content type='html'>The other night MaKayla, Tamara and me were laying on the couch playing and watching T.V. Tamara reached over and grabbed MaKayla by the leg and blurted out, "Your leg feels like a shaved puppy dog leg!" Me and MaKayla busted out laughing. Luckily it didn't hurt MaKayla's feelings but with as hairy a legs as her parents have she really doesn't have much of a chance anyway. (What am I talking about, Pam's legs are as slick as a thistle, I mean whistle!) Where Tamara thinks these things up, I will never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8611702535969734361?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8611702535969734361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8611702535969734361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8611702535969734361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8611702535969734361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-kid.html' title='Crazy Kid!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-9026662278419275041</id><published>2008-09-19T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:38:03.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Awesome Is Technology?!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in the library at school, working on homework and watching the Ryder Cup live on the computer at the same time!!!!  How awesome is that?  I don't know how much homework I'll get done but homework will always be there, I mean come on the Ryder Cup is only one once every two years.  Life is good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-9026662278419275041?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/9026662278419275041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=9026662278419275041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9026662278419275041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9026662278419275041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-awesome-is-technology.html' title='How Awesome Is Technology?!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8760594336740255445</id><published>2008-09-18T12:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:54:34.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do</title><content type='html'>On this day around 7:30 p.m. 9 years ago my life was forever changed. You see that is the time that Pam said "I Do." Is there any other 2 words that are more powerful when it comes to love? I Do promise to love you through good and bad, I Do take you as mine for the rest of my life, I Do expect you to make mistakes but will love you anyway, I Do want to have children with you, I Do want to grow old with you, I Do want to experience life with you and it could go on and on. When I was 19 years old I did not realize the power of these two words. I didn't realize how this simple phrase could transform two lives into one. Yet 9 years later, with many ups and down, laughter and tears and 2 beautiful children I fully understand the power of I Do. Without Pam saying "I Do," I don't know where I would be today. She said "I Do," want to be your girlfriend on June 21, 1998. She said "I Do," when I asked "Will you marry me," in Bronte, TX at a Town and Country March 20, 1999. Yet most importantly she said I Do when the preacher (Uncle Dave) asked "Do you take this man to be your husband?" Now everyday she looks me in the eyes and says "I Do love you more than than I did yesterday, more than words can describe." I hope she knows that "I Do" too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Pam! Thank you for these last nine years. There have been good times and bad times, yet you've always been right there. You are my North, when I'm lost and can't find my way I know you are always there. You save me from myself when no one else can. You are my best friend, lover, mother of my children and the best wife a man could ever ask for. To think of one second of my life without you is simply unbearable. I hope you know how much I love you and how much I need you in my life. You are my partner. I'm simply not me without you. Happy Anniversary Baby! I love you, Adam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNKUP4_by6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/vPtjkGQxX7M/s1600-h/wedding16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247419516557446050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNKUP4_by6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/vPtjkGQxX7M/s400/wedding16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNKUr2HCjeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LITcyPC5lVI/s1600-h/0807010089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247419996820377058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNKUr2HCjeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LITcyPC5lVI/s400/0807010089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8760594336740255445?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8760594336740255445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8760594336740255445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8760594336740255445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8760594336740255445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-do.html' title='I Do'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNKUP4_by6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/vPtjkGQxX7M/s72-c/wedding16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-6573558954935263667</id><published>2008-09-17T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:14:58.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love It!</title><content type='html'>I love that Fall is almost here!  I love the smell of Fall in the air.  I love the coolness in the mornings and the mildness through the day.  I love that hunting season, football season and baseball playoffs are here.  I love that we get to put out all the festive decorations.  I love that Charlie Brown specials will soon be playing on T.V. to commemorate the holidays.  I love that Thanksgiving and Christmas are fast approaching.  Fall is my favorite time of year and today feels like fall and I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-6573558954935263667?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6573558954935263667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=6573558954935263667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6573558954935263667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6573558954935263667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-it.html' title='I Love It!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7599491630719339241</id><published>2008-09-14T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:41:25.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I Will Cherish Most</title><content type='html'>As life rolls on and time flies by, there is so much that I just don't remember that well anymore. Sure I can stop and think back and try to reminisce on days gone by but there are just some things that when they pass, they are gone. Then there are some things that happen in life that you will remember vividly and can replay them over and over in your head like it just happened. I love those moments! I love those moments with my wife, and I love those moments with my girls. Over the past couple of weeks me and my girls have been going out bird hunting at our lease. The hunting hasn't been all that good, but the company and memories have been awesome. I cherish all the time I get to spend with them like this, because I remember like it was yesterday the time I spent with my dad like that. I hope I'm doing as good a job with them as he did with me. I pray that I can always remember each detail of our adventures together and when I'm too old and my mind has forgotten. that they'll still remember and retell the stories to me so I can enjoy them all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SM28kV_zXZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3T31LgYuMCY/s1600-h/Opening+Day+Dove+Season.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246056473522560402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SM28kV_zXZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3T31LgYuMCY/s400/Opening+Day+Dove+Season.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SM29HqO4pKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/i7NboozpQvo/s1600-h/DSC01419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246057080249951394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SM29HqO4pKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/i7NboozpQvo/s400/DSC01419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Most'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SM28kV_zXZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3T31LgYuMCY/s72-c/Opening+Day+Dove+Season.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-4593608342281835895</id><published>2008-09-12T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:54:06.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And...</title><content type='html'>It still hasn't worn off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-4593608342281835895?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4593608342281835895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=4593608342281835895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4593608342281835895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/4593608342281835895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/and.html' title='And...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-160831655608340250</id><published>2008-09-12T10:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:13:51.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!!</title><content type='html'>I took Nyquil last night...it still hasn't worn off!&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-160831655608340250?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/160831655608340250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=160831655608340250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/160831655608340250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/160831655608340250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh.html' title='UGH!!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-276294181472272023</id><published>2008-09-09T12:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:58:08.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What The...??</title><content type='html'>Okay, I realize I am not as young as I once was but this is really getting out of hand now. It's time I do something to regain my youth or it may leave me forever! Let me explain, as stated in a previous blog, I take more pills each morning than most 7o year old hypochondriacs. Now to add to this old age behavior, I have tons of gray hair to go with it and to make matters worse, a couple of my chest hairs are now turning on me as well. (They have been voted off the island) I find myself going to bed earlier and earlier, which isn't anything too disturbing since I have always been someone early to bed, but in the context of old age, it is! Now comes the kicker. I have to drive to Midland College twice a week for a statistic class that I need. It is exactly 24 miles from my house to MC. I have now found myself driving this long boring stretch of road at the whopping speed limit of 62 mph. Why 62 mph you may ask. Well it goes something like this, gas is expensive and I drive a 1993 Explorer. While it is still very dependable it lacks the ability of great fuel economy, so if I drive slower it gets better mileage. Still you ask, why 62 mph? Well, I refuse to drive 10mph under the speed limit but just going 5 mph under the speed limit seems like a waste of time. So there I am, driving down the stretch of road I used to push the speed limit to the max on, getting past by a 80 year old driving a 20 year old Buick Park Avenue. (and giving me a dirty look as she goes by) The bad thing is I enjoy driving at this speed! I kind of kick back, relax, put on a little Don Williams and let the good times roll. The reality of the situation is, my youth is rolling right out the window with it. So I guess that's that, I am officially the person I used to make fun of only a few short years ago. Stop laughing! This isn't funny, it is a serious matter that can only be solved with the purchase of a 2009 Chevy Camaro. I think the dealership will probably just wanna trade me straight up, my Explorer for their Camaro. (I mean that seems fair to me) Then we'll see who the old person is... I might even drive 68 mph in my new car, but at least I'll look awesome doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SMaxYwBPH4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/UdC7_nvXCZA/s1600-h/Camaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244073854884585346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SMaxYwBPH4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/UdC7_nvXCZA/s400/Camaro.jpg" 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/570224415194789380-276294181472272023?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/276294181472272023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=276294181472272023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/276294181472272023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/276294181472272023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/what.html' title='What The...??'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SMaxYwBPH4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/UdC7_nvXCZA/s72-c/Camaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-3918772638488718254</id><published>2008-09-07T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:56:37.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Day</title><content type='html'>When do you know that you are being the best "you" that you can be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-3918772638488718254?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3918772638488718254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=3918772638488718254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3918772638488718254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3918772638488718254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the Day'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7554741312802293625</id><published>2008-09-04T08:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:33:10.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For The Day</title><content type='html'>I read this quote today and it has really made me think.  Hope all of you enjoy it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The will of God will never take you where the grace of God will not protect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7554741312802293625?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7554741312802293625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7554741312802293625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7554741312802293625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7554741312802293625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought For The Day'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7073822024255164639</id><published>2008-09-02T12:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:21:03.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Loud!!</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting in the school library, trying to work on homework, only...THERE IS TOO MUCH NOISE!!! Keyboards clicking, sliding doors opening, non six inch voices from those in the library, the sounds of printers and copiers doing their thing and all of this is stopping me from concentrating. Oh but wait, imagine this... me sitting at a row of computers in the library with orange ear plugs I use for hunting in my ears, banging my head against the computer screen cause not only do I now look retarded but I can still hear the noise!!! I need quiet, I need solitude. I'm gonna go postal on all these people if they don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quieten&lt;/span&gt; down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt; I have issues!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7073822024255164639?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7073822024255164639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7073822024255164639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7073822024255164639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7073822024255164639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-loud.html' title='Too Loud!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-3892573646991353795</id><published>2008-08-29T00:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:20:44.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wanted To Say...</title><content type='html'>Thanks for your prayers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-3892573646991353795?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3892573646991353795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=3892573646991353795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3892573646991353795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3892573646991353795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-wanted-to-say.html' title='Just Wanted To Say...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8215357245270044142</id><published>2008-08-28T12:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:44:05.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unloading</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is best to say positive things and think positive things over and over until those positive actions take over the bad and depressed thoughts and feelings you may experience. Then sometimes its best just to be completely honest and ask for help from others around you. Today I'm in that place. If you are reading this I need your prayers. I need you to lift me up before God because right now I really don't feel like it, just to be brutally honest. I try to focus on the good things in my life (which are many), I try to think on positive things God has revealed to me, yet I find myself and have found myself for a long time in a constant state of worry and depression. I am not happy, I am irritable, I am confused, I am anything but probably what I should be. Most of all though I am tired. I am tired of feeling this way, tired of not knowing, tired of going nowhere, I'm tired of all the faces that I have to wear to get through a day/week/month. Somehow, somewhere I feel like I've lost me. I've lost who I really am. I know God is here but right now I just can't seem to find him. What have I become? Where is my joy and direction?? My heart hurts so much right now, my mind is tired and its all I can do to hold back the tears. I feel broken and I don't know where to go from here. This is not a happy funny blog I know, but it is real. It is who I am right now. I've tried so hard to get through this on my own, now I need the prayers of others. I've been reading the story of Job and although not to the same extreme I feel like I'm in somewhat of the same place. I don't blame God for the state I'm in I just want out. I know sometimes you have to be broken to be made new but I'm tired and I want peace and rest. I'm sorry for dumping on my blog like this but my insides feel like they are about to explode and I just need to get all of this off my chest. But other than all that, things are super :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8215357245270044142?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8215357245270044142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8215357245270044142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8215357245270044142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8215357245270044142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/unloading.html' title='Unloading'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-771615925046898888</id><published>2008-08-25T08:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:45:10.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Days Stink!</title><content type='html'>My babies started school again today. I hate first days. First days mean that they are getting older, first days mean one grade closer to graduation, first days mean another year closer until they will be on their own and I won't have anymore first days with them. Yesterday they were babies today they are 1st and 3rd graders, tommorrow freshmen in college. Yep, its official first days really suck! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SLLFPDT1mAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XeFJxYRAS_A/s1600-h/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238466178962528258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SLLFPDT1mAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XeFJxYRAS_A/s400/sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SLK2Vay8fTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rniCCJlHEqM/s1600-h/DSCF5838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238449795671817522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SLK2Vay8fTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rniCCJlHEqM/s400/DSCF5838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-771615925046898888?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/771615925046898888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=771615925046898888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/771615925046898888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/771615925046898888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-days-stink.html' title='First Days Stink!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SLLFPDT1mAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XeFJxYRAS_A/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-6931281566833675612</id><published>2008-08-20T20:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:22:31.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm!</title><content type='html'>I love my wife's peaches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she puts in homeade peach cobbler!&lt;br /&gt;(You nasty minded people!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-6931281566833675612?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6931281566833675612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=6931281566833675612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6931281566833675612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6931281566833675612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/mmmm.html' title='Mmmm!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7679116150882042725</id><published>2008-08-19T10:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:39:15.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Back Down!</title><content type='html'>Lately my girls have been on a wrestling and boxing kick. Perhaps we have been watching too much UFC but at least they are learning how to defend themselves. Anyway, the other night we were wrestling/boxing and they are tag team whooping on me. I finally get MaKayla off of me for minute so that I could box Tamara who now was wearing a pair of boxing gloves. So there I am on my knees, doing my best to show some fancy footwork (on my knees), boxing my tough little six year old. MaKayla has now moved from fighter to referee. So the fight began. It was more of a boxing/mma fight. There was kicking, head locks, submission moves, sucker punches, you name it we had it. Deep in the 2nd round, I purposely dropped my guard to let Tamara get a punch in. She must have been anticipating this move because as I dropped my guard a devastating right hook came flying in out of nowhere catching me right on the nose and tearing up both my eyes. I think she saw the stunned look on my face because like any great fighter does after catching the other fighter, she came in for the kill. She was throwing haymaker after haymaker and I was crouched over laughing, trying to get the blurry out of my eyes from the shot on my nose. At this point I am in a tucked position and she is on my back pounding away at the back of my head. I couldn't quit laughing at her intensity which I think in turn made her mad and more intense. Finally, after being pummeled for several minutes, the so called referee stepped in and stopped the fight proclaiming Tamara the winner. Although, I was still laying there laughing when it was all said and done, meanwhile, Tamara was dancing around like a prize fighter proclaiming her victory. Make no mistake, there will be a rematch and I will be ready for that crazy 40lb. six year old in our next fight. I've upped my workouts and training to six days a week, I listen to "Eye of the Tiger" every morning and have begin training in the ancient art of whoop-my-chai. I'm determined and focused and the next time I meet that little maniac in the ring I will beat her like the circus monkey she is. We will be selling the fight for $49.95 on pay-per-view if any of you are wanting to watch the most electrifying fight in history take place. We accept cash, money order or check made out to the Lewis Children College Fund. Don't miss out on your opportunity to watch history!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7679116150882042725?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7679116150882042725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7679116150882042725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7679116150882042725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7679116150882042725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/beat-down-but-not-out.html' title='Never Back Down!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7628021990778376869</id><published>2008-08-13T22:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:18:10.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alot of Thinking!</title><content type='html'>In the last month, I have been asked two different questions that I really had never thought of and wasn't quite sure what the answer was. About a month ago Pam and I drove to Ft. Worth to pick up our new Expedition. (Well its a 2005 but its new to us) Anyway, while sitting in the salesman's office he stopped from his paper work, looked up at me and asked, "So what's your dream?" I just sat there and starred at him. I didn't know what to say, I came to buy a vehicle not dive into my life. Finally, I gave him some generic answer but it wasn't the truth because I didn't know what the real answer was. What is my dream?? I have been pondering this for the last month and have not yet been able to come up with an answer. Then I was chatting with my uncle a couple of days ago and we were talking about my need for perfection and the direction I was going in life. He then asked me, "What is your definition of failure?" Why do people keep asking me me such intense questions?? I honestly had never sat down and tried to define failure. I have always been afraid to "fail" my entire life. So anyway I sat there for a minute thinking of what I feel like failure is and I said, "Failure is not reaching your goal." Feeling like that was a pretty descent answer. He then said to me, "part of your problem is in your definition of failure. If you base success on your entire life, then the only way you can fail is simply to not try. Therefore failure is defined as not trying." It was one of those ah ha! moments or the light bulb above the head moments. I was looking at failure wrong and I also have been failing. I have been afraid to try many different things because I felt like if I was good at them then I would be responsible for those actions. Like Peter Parker's uncle told him in the movie Spiderman, "With success comes responsibility." I've been so afraid to dream because I'm afraid of what may come in those pursuits. So by failing to dream I have also been failing to act or try which in the scheme of life is failure. This may not make since to you who are reading this but in the last 48 hours that I have been pondering it, it has re energized and excited me. I am not a failure and I plan to call that salesman back in the near future and tell him what my dream is. It is amazing how God reveals himself sometimes in simple conversations if you are seeking him for answers. I will succeed and with God's help greatness will come from that success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7628021990778376869?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7628021990778376869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7628021990778376869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7628021990778376869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7628021990778376869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-much-thinking.html' title='Alot of Thinking!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-6651435841061645990</id><published>2008-08-12T11:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:00:19.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda Sad...</title><content type='html'>Today Pam had to start back to school, she has some workshops she has to attend.  So I am home alone with the girls and we are all just a little bummed!  We've been married almost 9 years and have been together over 10 and I still never get tired of spending all day with her.  This has been a wonderful summer and I'm sure we will have a wonderful fall and winter as well but I just wish I could have a few more days of just me and her in this summer.  There just never seems to be enough time, I guess I will just have to spend the rest of my life trying to catch up for the first 18 years that I didn't have her in my life.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-6651435841061645990?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6651435841061645990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=6651435841061645990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6651435841061645990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/6651435841061645990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/kinda-sad.html' title='Kinda Sad...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-8552115225234508313</id><published>2008-08-07T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:05:50.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word</title><content type='html'>One Word…&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Counter&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? Pam&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? short&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Skin? tan&lt;br /&gt;5. Your mother? Indescribable&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Favorite Thing? Love&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? weird&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? DietCoke :)&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? Succeed&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you’re in? MaKayla's&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex? painful&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? Losing&lt;br /&gt;13. where do you want to be in six years? Somewhere&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? mother-in-law's&lt;br /&gt;15. What you’re not? sure&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? zuccini&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items? Rich&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? Odessa&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did? Workout&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? shorts&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV? Off&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pet(s)? weird&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer? silver&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? anxious&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing someone? Chad&lt;br /&gt;27. Your car? Charcoal&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite Store? BassProShop&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer? refreshing&lt;br /&gt;31. Like someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color? Red&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed? whileago&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? dunno&lt;br /&gt;35. Who will/would re-post this? Amy&lt;br /&gt;36. Whose Answers are you anxious to see? All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-8552115225234508313?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8552115225234508313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=8552115225234508313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8552115225234508313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/8552115225234508313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-word.html' title='One Word'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-9169088719892793660</id><published>2008-08-05T12:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:26:02.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Something's Wrong With Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It has been an awesome summer no doubt. Fishing, hiking, golfing, playing but now oddly enough, I find myself ready to go back to school! I guess I'm just eager to get done with it but never in my academic life have I ever looked forward to going back to school. I think I will rush myself to the ER and let them check me over, I'm pretty sure that I have some sort of brain damage or some life threatening medical condition. Don't laugh or even crack a smile this is not funny and needs to be handled in a most serious manner. I'll update you further when I find out what could be causing this strange phenomenom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-9169088719892793660?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/9169088719892793660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=9169088719892793660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9169088719892793660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/9169088719892793660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-somethings-wrong-with-me.html' title='I Think Something&apos;s Wrong With Me!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-5642241509126221305</id><published>2008-08-03T23:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:11:17.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By The Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Lucky Am I???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't figure out how I'm the boy who snagged this girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJaClk9wzCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/z0W2q6olLo0/s1600-h/0808020167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230511599326907426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJaClk9wzCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/z0W2q6olLo0/s400/0808020167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJaC5H4agCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wC6nVCc6ax0/s1600-h/0808020186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230511935117230114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJaC5H4agCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wC6nVCc6ax0/s400/0808020186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJaB_-GLTEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GIu5e5Bzeo8/s1600-h/0808020167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJaCAVifBKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TrGkAT84zss/s1600-h/0808020186.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/570224415194789380-5642241509126221305?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5642241509126221305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=5642241509126221305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5642241509126221305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/5642241509126221305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/by-way.html' title='By The Way...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJaClk9wzCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/z0W2q6olLo0/s72-c/0808020167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7006880157041784814</id><published>2008-08-03T22:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:11:17.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death To My Blog!</title><content type='html'>It seems as though this summer has slowly sucked the life out of my blog! I have had such a wonderful summer and have had so much I could have written about, but it seemed as if the time just wasn't there. Everytime I stopped to write, my mind would go astray or I would hear, "Daddy come play!" Living life has almost killed my blog :) However, I do intend to pick back up here in the coming week or so. We just got back from a wonderful vacation to Sea World and Inks Lake and I'll include pictures of that and just update everyone on all the cool happenings. Lately my mind has been wondering back to when I was a kid and it has made me sad... no matter how much I think back I can never ever go back. I miss things from my childhood, I miss things from growing up. I love my life now but I loved my life then and what seemed like yesterday is now 20 years ago. I want to embrace life today more fully. Take in every moment I can with my wife, kids and myself because before I know it yesterday will be 40 years ago and so much will have changed. I hope all of you who read my blog are having a wonderful summer and I promise to begin writing again soon. Until then here is a couple of pics from my grand adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alex and I after a good day of fishing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230508213842023362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_ghDRE8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/goCjEUZCrGQ/s200/0806300060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;At Amy and Alex's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_hKYt_0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lczT3EYjNC0/s1600-h/0807010089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230508224937852738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_hKYt_0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lczT3EYjNC0/s200/0807010089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hangin with my girls in Fun Valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_htK5jrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vVYZuO9oZAY/s1600-h/0807030116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230508234275131058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_htK5jrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vVYZuO9oZAY/s200/0807030116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_hKYt_0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lczT3EYjNC0/s1600-h/0807010089.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Family fun at Sea World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_igR9WzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aZah28qjTKU/s1600-h/0808020188.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_iCFFYxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nuajVaA-9q4/s1600-h/0807300040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230508239887885074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_iCFFYxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nuajVaA-9q4/s200/0807300040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wonderful time at Inks Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_iCFFYxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nuajVaA-9q4/s1600-h/0807300040.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_igR9WzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aZah28qjTKU/s1600-h/0808020188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230508247994948402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_igR9WzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aZah28qjTKU/s200/0808020188.JPG" 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/570224415194789380-7006880157041784814?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7006880157041784814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7006880157041784814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7006880157041784814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7006880157041784814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/death-to-my-blog.html' title='Death To My Blog!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SJZ_ghDRE8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/goCjEUZCrGQ/s72-c/0806300060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7397554687274099132</id><published>2008-05-28T14:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:11:50.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogging World!</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize I hadn't blogged in like 20 years and right now I am about to go hit some golf balls so this won't be a grand blog but its something! Just to let yall know I'm still here and I do have things to write when I get the chance. I do have to say this...for anyone looking to get in extreme shape, go to crossfit.com! Go at your own pace but it will change how you workout. Its fast, hard and results are inevitable! That's all I got for now, gotta run...hope everyone is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke for the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the farmer say when he saw a brown chicken and a brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownchicken Browncow! (Say it fast its funnier)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7397554687274099132?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7397554687274099132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7397554687274099132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7397554687274099132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7397554687274099132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-blogging-world.html' title='Hello Blogging World!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-7293504915804790210</id><published>2008-05-08T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:47:05.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>In reference to yesterday's blog.  Is there any drink that would taste good while eating a banana???  I thought about it all night and came up with nothing!  Just wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-7293504915804790210?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7293504915804790210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=7293504915804790210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7293504915804790210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/7293504915804790210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570224415194789380.post-3137371975496741995</id><published>2008-05-07T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:23:27.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GROSS!</title><content type='html'>Okay today I tasted the grossest thing ever! I was eating a banana and I got thirsty so I reached over and grabbed my Diet Coke, took a big swig and UGHHH!!!!! It like foamed up all nasty in my mouth and I'm pretty sure I threw up a little bit (couldn't really tell because the banana/diet coke mixture felt the same) ran to the sink and spit it out. Then pulled the little water shooter thingy from the sink, turned on the sink full blast and washed off my tongue. Needless to say I threw away the banana and while it took me awhile I finally finished off my Coke. Note to self and anyone reading: DO NOT MIX DIET COKE AND BANANA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570224415194789380-3137371975496741995?l=whoiam-adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3137371975496741995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570224415194789380&amp;postID=3137371975496741995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3137371975496741995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570224415194789380/posts/default/3137371975496741995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiam-adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/gross.html' title='GROSS!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05419288136802197032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WH0558OWMH4/SNrorjYOAoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3oPX0ROzQk/S220/adam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
