<?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-3591440372143362013</id><updated>2012-02-08T07:50:15.885-08:00</updated><category term='marching band'/><category term='u of o'/><category term='oregon'/><category term='teary'/><category term='football'/><category term='flag'/><category term='national anthem'/><category term='ceremony'/><category term='cemetary'/><category term='ducks'/><category term='arlington national cemetary'/><category term='soldier'/><title type='text'>No More Oil Patch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6167922717688495599</id><published>2012-01-19T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:49:24.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School week 2 day 2</title><content type='html'>So school is going great, even though it's hard to get back in the routine of studying, reading, and homework. There are some very interesting characters at school, if y'all think downtown is bad. You should go to lane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d0lMQ3dQCZw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-6167922717688495599?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6167922717688495599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2012/01/school-week-2-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6167922717688495599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6167922717688495599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2012/01/school-week-2-day-2.html' title='School week 2 day 2'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d0lMQ3dQCZw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6764475753278433111</id><published>2012-01-10T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:07:52.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wWlsMBZit-0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a shock, I've definitely been out of school way too long. I'm sure I will get used to it shortly. But it will take some time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-6764475753278433111?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6764475753278433111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-school-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6764475753278433111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6764475753278433111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-school-part-2.html' title='First day of school part 2'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wWlsMBZit-0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6480630741104298248</id><published>2012-01-10T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:27:06.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ecrINWbUBxQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. It's been too long since I've been in school. This place is filled with the most interesting people west of the Mississippi river. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-6480630741104298248?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6480630741104298248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-school_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6480630741104298248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6480630741104298248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-school_10.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ecrINWbUBxQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-8784602935130779742</id><published>2012-01-06T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:48:41.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for some new years changes!!!!</title><content type='html'>This blog will shortly be receiving a complete makeover. I will be switching to a different, more of a me blog. You'll be seeing video diary entries. Especially since our lives have been completely flipped upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be excited for the change, it is coming shortly. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-8784602935130779742?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8784602935130779742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-for-some-new-years-changes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/8784602935130779742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/8784602935130779742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-for-some-new-years-changes.html' title='Time for some new years changes!!!!'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-2904207069780644887</id><published>2011-11-07T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T12:23:03.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No dry eyes here!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fast Sunday at church. For those unsure as to what that is, I'll briefly explain. It's an opportunity for members of our ward to bear their testimony of the things that they know to be true in the gospel. It not only strengthens their testimony but it strengthens ours as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to yesterday. A member who was badly hurt in a bicycle accident, and who was in a coma for while, wanted to bear her testimony. Now mind you she's in a wheel chair and it takes Two people and a cane for her to walk any distance. A member of the bishopric offered to bring the mic down to her she shook her head no and pointed to the podium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got on the stand and that member of the bishopric was holding her arm for balance. You could see in her face and in her eyes her testimony trying all it could to get out, but it wouldn't come. She kept saying "well" and "I" and "what". So after a minute or two bro Giles asked in the mic "is Jesus Christ your savior and Lord?". She said "O, YEAH!". Everyones eyes welled up at this point. Than brother Giles said "you love your Heavenly Father, and you know he loves you?". And she said "O, YEAH!!!!".  And that was it, the tears were rolling. I don't believe their was a dry eye in the building after that. I'm crying just trying to type this out. I'm glad it's not on paper or it would be all wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Heavenly Father works in wonderful ways to touch our hearts and lives. Sometimes they don't have to say but the littlest thing to get the spirit to overwhelm you, but he's there. And so is his son, the savior of the world Jesus Christ. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-2904207069780644887?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2904207069780644887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-dry-eyes-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/2904207069780644887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/2904207069780644887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-dry-eyes-here.html' title='No dry eyes here!'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6440813672529838017</id><published>2011-10-04T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:05:01.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>painting</title><content type='html'>So I know I'm a little weird and all but hear me out. Like six months ago I told Kristin that I had this scene in my head that I just had to paint. Now mind you I have never painted anything besides water colors in elementary school. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I had this scene in my head, now I know that it wouldn't turn out just like the picture in my noggin, but that's ok, right?  So the outline of the house didn't turn out just like I planned but the color, the door and everything else was beyond what I had pictured. From not being able to draw a stick figure to actually painting, I'm more than happy with the end results. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And constructive criticism will not hurt my feelings. I can take it, but remember it is my first. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-leH10PmYxtY/TovJO_4kSuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ERkWxBhJGFM/s288/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-6440813672529838017?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6440813672529838017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/10/painting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6440813672529838017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6440813672529838017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/10/painting.html' title='painting'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-leH10PmYxtY/TovJO_4kSuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ERkWxBhJGFM/s72-c/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-3301951770628181587</id><published>2011-09-18T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:34:31.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OSU vs. O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq8Zs91F3BM/Tna1EfbyrHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dWFB4osvLyQ/s1600/oregon-o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq8Zs91F3BM/Tna1EfbyrHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dWFB4osvLyQ/s400/oregon-o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653905470972406898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m97eO-0ELCo/Tna04BMhS-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/IRCbiT8D7eg/s1600/beaverlogo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m97eO-0ELCo/Tna04BMhS-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/IRCbiT8D7eg/s400/beaverlogo.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653905256696859618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The age old dilemma.  I have always been an Oregon State fan.  It started when I was little, due to the fact that my hippie uncle went to the university of Oregon, and I was raised to really, really not like hippies.  That my brother went to Oregon State (no your not crazy, I don't have a brother, but my neighbor that I grew up with is my brother).  One of my other uncles did go to Oregon State.  That counts for something.  Don't forget the fact that Oregon State has an agricultural program and a forestry program, the two big industries that this state depended on fully.  Especially since almost everyone of our ancestors had something to do with either the forestry or agricultural industries.  Lets not forget that the university of Oregon had it their way they would shut down those two industries in a heartbeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets put that all aside, cause there is more important things in life than despising things.  So I have decided that having U of O stuff and to root for the U of O, as long as they are not playing the Beavers is an OK and good thing.  I know its a long step from the place that I used to be.  Deep down I will always be a Beaver, and I will always root for them over any team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-3301951770628181587?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3301951770628181587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/09/osu-vs-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/3301951770628181587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/3301951770628181587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/09/osu-vs-o.html' title='OSU vs. O'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq8Zs91F3BM/Tna1EfbyrHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dWFB4osvLyQ/s72-c/oregon-o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-4150182259649734758</id><published>2011-08-29T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:43:48.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicyclists ye be warned!</title><content type='html'>Yep that's right I said it. I'm tired of the "share the road" crap. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uDGX2z6JzSA/TlwxWcqhbrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Fu7Fvl4HcjU/s288/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bicyclists want you to be forced into sharing the road. Yet most of them don't follow the laws of the road to begin with. Which they are supposed to!  They ride the wrong way, they ride on the sidewalk, the don't stop at red lights or stop signs, they ride the wrong way on the sidewalk. Here's a deal, you all start following the law, then I will start "sharing the road". &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-4150182259649734758?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4150182259649734758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/08/bicyclists-ye-be-warned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4150182259649734758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4150182259649734758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/08/bicyclists-ye-be-warned.html' title='Bicyclists ye be warned!'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uDGX2z6JzSA/TlwxWcqhbrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Fu7Fvl4HcjU/s72-c/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-8579669340607711605</id><published>2011-08-22T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:26:17.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who cares?</title><content type='html'>Who cares? Certainly not me!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LsG0IqMMwu4/TlKrwZt-wvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FhUfYlxE4No/s288/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have never been the one to hold back, depends on who you are of course, but 99% of the time I'm gonna tell ya if you want to hear it or not. Oh yea, here's another 99% of the time, if you don't want to know the God's honest truth, you don't ask me. Don't get me wrong, I do not intend to offend or hurt anyone's feelings on purpose. My blunt style gets the better of me. I have to be constantly reminded by my beautiful wife to shut up, or don't say that, or pull your head out, don't you know how that's taken?  No I do not. So the next time you get offend by my comments or posts or blogs or just me in general, take it with a pick up load of salt, cause chances are I'm not trying to offend. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-8579669340607711605?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8579669340607711605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-cares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/8579669340607711605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/8579669340607711605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-cares.html' title='who cares?'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LsG0IqMMwu4/TlKrwZt-wvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FhUfYlxE4No/s72-c/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6904941873750305338</id><published>2011-08-13T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T23:16:16.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Pounds</title><content type='html'>So I don't know how many of you have seen the movie 7 Pounds but since I love most movies with Will Smith in them I saw it for five bucks the other day and decided to get it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IMvq1a_vpf4/Tkdm_TK64rI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yNCSxkFR-0M/s288/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The movie started out kind of boring. Then you start to get what's going on. Then you start to wonder how far this will go. Seeing how he fell in love and all. The last sequence when In the bath tub filled with ice and he dumps the bucket in. I lost it, I had the tears flowing.  Not so much as a reaction of sadness, but more of a reaction to the selfless sacrifice he was making. It's not the path that I would recommend for anyone to take, but he had his reasons. All in all it is a very good movie, but please keep the Kleenex handy, and a good shoulder to cry on. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-6904941873750305338?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6904941873750305338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/08/7-pounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6904941873750305338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6904941873750305338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/08/7-pounds.html' title='7 Pounds'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IMvq1a_vpf4/Tkdm_TK64rI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yNCSxkFR-0M/s72-c/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-4471549753154290771</id><published>2011-06-12T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:34:24.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude I tell ya!</title><content type='html'>We had some people over for dinner, and I'll tell you what, when you spend all afternoon cooking tater salad, and grillin some Hawaiian Burgers.  And they don't eat anything except five green beans, and three slices of tomatoes because the CARBS will make you fat that close to bed time, really chaps the backside.  We wanted to give the tardo a giant swirly I'll tell you that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-4471549753154290771?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4471549753154290771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/06/rude-i-tell-ya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4471549753154290771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4471549753154290771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2011/06/rude-i-tell-ya.html' title='Rude I tell ya!'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6865854765144302539</id><published>2010-12-19T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:50:34.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Died, only for a minute, but I was dead</title><content type='html'>That is right, I died.  Saturday December 11, 2010 will be a day that my family will hopefully never forget.  We were sitting at the dinner table, Kayley was gone it was just Kristin, Brielle, Maeghan, and I.  I had been sick that week and I started having a coughing fit, I spit out my food and the next thing I knew I was waking up on the floor yelling at Kristin to get off me!  I looked around and saw chair legs, table legs and Kristin was not in the position I left her.  "Why am I laying on the floor" I yell at her.  Then she proceeds to tell me how I slumped on to the table, head turned bright red, started shaking and off I went.  I slammed to the floor my head hitting the nice soft hard wood floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I snuggled Brielle for a while on the couch do to the fact she was crying.  I called my mom to come watch the kids so my dad co9uld drive Kristin and I to the new hospital.  They drew blood, gave me an IV, and a cat scan.  Cat scan was blank, but all is well.  Doc said take it easy, and come back if it happens again.  Hope it never happens again.  Kristin said it was about one minute from the time I slumped on the table to waking.  So I was dead for a minute, thanks be to the Lord it was only one minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-6865854765144302539?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6865854765144302539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-died-only-for-minute-but-i-was-dead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6865854765144302539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6865854765144302539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-died-only-for-minute-but-i-was-dead.html' title='I Died, only for a minute, but I was dead'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-761161102528515585</id><published>2010-07-16T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:44:32.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Overton Window</title><content type='html'>I'm not much for words on trying to say what a book meant to me or how I interpreted the book.  All I will say is that the things that are in the book, have happened, or we are watching them happen right now.  They make you really open your eyes to the impending doom that this country is on the path to.  You really see what the founding fathers really tried to keep in this country, and the things they tried to prevent.  I really think that everybody should read this book, liberal, conservative, or whatever you are.  READ IT.  I give it five out of five stars.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/TEE08z5q30I/AAAAAAAAANY/041tpzI9k2E/s1600/overtonwindow"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/TEE08z5q30I/AAAAAAAAANY/041tpzI9k2E/s400/overtonwindow" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494731239697604418" 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/3591440372143362013-761161102528515585?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/761161102528515585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/07/overton-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/761161102528515585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/761161102528515585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/07/overton-window.html' title='The Overton Window'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/TEE08z5q30I/AAAAAAAAANY/041tpzI9k2E/s72-c/overtonwindow' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-3935644690508153158</id><published>2010-06-06T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:30:18.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaztic operations of a confused mind.</title><content type='html'>As being the elders quorum president I have to either teach the priesthood lesson on Sunday or have one of my counselors teach it.  Normally I teach, it is easier, and I know that it will be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had this big lesson on home teaching all lined out, printed out, and rehearsed in my brain.  Until I attended Ward Welfare at 7:30 this morning.  Then I was reminded that this church is the Church of Jesus Christ and that he runs the show.  With personal revelation through the Holy Ghost, I was told that the lesson was to be on Alma 36:3.  It simply was the scripture thought of the day for our morning meeting.  I didn't know what, how, or why that was to be, just that God said so.  That is all that I needed to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up almost last to bear my Testimony, only cause I didn't get the push until this one kid got up.  You see his family are not members, he is the only one.  His mom is a single mom, his brothers are horrible.  They break the Word Of Wisdom, he will come home from church to find that their girlfriends are there in compromising situations.  They don't have any courtesy for a kid who is actually on his own accord trying to be a "Good Kid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my Testimony with "I usually tell people I only cry at church when I get up to speak, cause I am allergic to whatever they make these pulpits out of, but today when Jesse was speaking I must have gotten a whiff of something, cause I couldn't hold it in".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to talk about Jesse and how we should all be taking lessons from this kid, and I said pointing to Jesse that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE IS THE STRONGEST PERSON IN THIS BUILDING&lt;/span&gt;.  I ended it with my Testimony of Jesus as the Christ, how we have a living prophet on the Earth today.  That our local and stake leaders are all guided by personal revelation for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for people like Jesse who are a shinning example to all of us in these last days. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHINE ON KID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-3935644690508153158?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3935644690508153158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/06/spaztic-operations-of-confused-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/3935644690508153158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/3935644690508153158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/06/spaztic-operations-of-confused-mind.html' title='Spaztic operations of a confused mind.'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-284205127692989248</id><published>2010-04-28T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:03:00.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico, I'm almost ready</title><content type='html'>So, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to even think about leaving our beloved country.  I love this country.  But when the stupid, idiotic politicians continually refuse to listen to the majority of the people of this country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when one of my dear friends in Wyoming says that if it gets too bad that we can all move to Mexico and live with his in-laws.  I think he said they have a ranch/farm.  So I would be right at home.  I love to ranch and farm, and I love real Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it comes to it.  Here we come Mexico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-284205127692989248?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/284205127692989248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/04/mexico-im-almost-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/284205127692989248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/284205127692989248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/04/mexico-im-almost-ready.html' title='Mexico, I&apos;m almost ready'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-892888040277674056</id><published>2010-03-24T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:09:45.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the DOC will see you!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OBAMA CARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words send shivers down my spine. Here are some things we should look at here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1.  330,000,000 (population of the U.S.A.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            2.  10% (uninsured percent of the population of the U.S.A.)&lt;br /&gt; 3.  1 X 2=33,000,000&lt;br /&gt; 4.  20,000,000 (low estimate of number of illegal aliens in the U.S.A.)&lt;br /&gt; 5.  3 - 4=13,000,000 (number of legal uninsured people in the U.S.A.)&lt;br /&gt; 6.  8,000,000 ( number of people in U.S.A. who already quality for&lt;br /&gt;          GOV ran health care, but are too lazy to fill out the forms.)&lt;br /&gt; 7.  5,000,000 (number of uninsured Americans who make too much for&lt;br /&gt;         GOV ran health care, and make too little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to afford it from there work&lt;br /&gt;         or their work does not provide health insurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt; 8.  7 / 1 =  0.015151515 (that is right, this so&lt;br /&gt;called insurance bill might only help 1.5% of&lt;br /&gt;the population of the U.S.A.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that is out in the open.  The first year that the new mandates come out the insurance companies have said that they will have to raise their rates 100% to cover the pre existing conditions, like terminal cancer.  So with the increase they loose 30% of their customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year two of the mandates they raise another 100%, and they loose 30% of their customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year three of the mandates they raise another 100% and they loose 30% of their customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Year four of the mandates they raise another 100% and they loose 30% of their customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year five of the mandates, oh, sorry I forgot to tell you that they had to sell out to the GOVERNMENT due to the fact that in year one through four they lost enough customers and revenue that they could not make a profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your stuck with total GOVERNMENT run health care, or you go to Mexico to see your old doctor, who I'm sorry to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; has been in Mexico for four years now due to the fact that he wasn't getting paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/S6r9UQeAT2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BqW-QkFpJdg/s1600/Liberty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/S6r9UQeAT2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BqW-QkFpJdg/s400/Liberty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452448823345434466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, yes Socialism scares me.  And it should scare YOU TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION WITH BOLDNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAK WITHOUT FEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GIVE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-892888040277674056?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/892888040277674056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/03/doc-will-see-you_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/892888040277674056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/892888040277674056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/03/doc-will-see-you_24.html' title='the DOC will see you!!!!'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/S6r9UQeAT2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BqW-QkFpJdg/s72-c/Liberty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6370878065416421820</id><published>2010-02-16T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:26:12.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting OLD</title><content type='html'>Well, Kristin your not getting old, aging yes, but not getting old.  The question I have is why does getting old have to, I mean have to come with looking like a total retard?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/S3tvG6AS2jI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MBqmVq3UGjE/s1600-h/oldfart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/S3tvG6AS2jI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MBqmVq3UGjE/s400/oldfart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439063139420396082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that I am safe to say, that after all the years of the children in your life get done embarrassing you.  That it is after all your turn.  So I will be looking forward to totally being the most embarrassing parent to my kids as humanly possible.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/S3tvtrN4_5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/wXAYNK2mY1k/s1600-h/oldfart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/S3tvtrN4_5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/wXAYNK2mY1k/s400/oldfart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439063805465788306" 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/3591440372143362013-6370878065416421820?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6370878065416421820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6370878065416421820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6370878065416421820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-old.html' title='getting OLD'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/S3tvG6AS2jI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MBqmVq3UGjE/s72-c/oldfart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-5589302159121158507</id><published>2010-01-21T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:23:02.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married till when?</title><content type='html'>A single comment on Kristin's blog is prompting this post.  Sealed, how long have we been sealed, on August 25, 2010 we will have been sealed for three years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till death do you part.  Now I don't know about you but does that sound like the marriage will last for eternity? No. Till death do you part.  But that is the beauty of the Plan of Salvation.  The opportunity to be worthy to enter into the House Of The Lord and to be sealed (married) to your spouse for eternity, not just life here, but life beyond the grave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this post I am going to quote the book "A Marvelous Work And A Wonder"  by Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LaGrand&lt;/span&gt; Richards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "At the time the gospel was restored through the Prophet Joseph Smith, there was not a church in the world, as far as we have been able to learn, that taught that the marriage covenant was intended to extend beyond death; hence the wording of the marriage ceremony as performed by the ministers of that day and until the present time: "Until death do you part."  A careful consideration of the wording of this marriage covenant will reveal the fact that it is not only a marriage covenant but also a bill of divorcement, since it clearly releases one from the other at the death of either.  Thus they have entered into no covenant or agreement with each other beyond the death of one party; neither has the minister attempted to bind them together beyond the death of either.   Therefore, all obligations to each other are fulfilled upon the death of either".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "The Lord intended that the marriage covenant should be for time and for all eternity, and the practice of marrying "until death do you part" did not originate with the Lord or his servants, but is a man-made doctrine.  Therefore, all men and women who have died without having been sealed to each other for time and for all eternity, by  the power of the holy priesthood, have no claim upon each other after thy are dead.  They also have no claim upon their children, for the children have not been born under the covenant of eternal marriage.  In order that the purposes of the Lord should not be defeated and that he should not come "and smite the earth with a curse," it became necessary, when the gospel was restored in this dispensation, for the keys of the priesthood also to be restored, whereby living children can be vicariously married for their dead parents and be sealed to them as their children, even as they can be baptized for them.  The apostle Paul said: "...they without us should not be made perfect."  This is one of the great truths the Lord has revealed in these latter days, which makes his work in very deed a marvelous work and a wonder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with my Testimony of the truthfulness of the covenant of eternal marriage,  that by the priesthood this ordinance can give you ever lasting life eternal with your family.  I leave this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-5589302159121158507?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5589302159121158507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/01/married-till-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/5589302159121158507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/5589302159121158507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/01/married-till-when.html' title='Married till when?'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-2305532009097666354</id><published>2010-01-16T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:28:01.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>????</title><content type='html'>So, had an idea of posting something on the blog tonight, but for the life of me I can't remember what I was gonna post.  Now I can't think of anything to post on.  So you get a line of question marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-2305532009097666354?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2305532009097666354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/2305532009097666354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/2305532009097666354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='????'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-7245414008287129934</id><published>2010-01-12T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:25:34.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Toothpaste</title><content type='html'>That is right, purple toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog about an imaginary thing that came about today.  I had the opportunity to go home early from work, and we were talking about a blog that Kristin follows.  The person was having issues with the transparency of their blog.  Kristin said that nobody needs to hear of every thing that happens in a peoples households and everything that happens behind peoples closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said that people don't need to hear about the color of our "purple toothpaste" let alone the other things that are going on.  No we don't have purple toothpaste, don't get me wrong that would be pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-7245414008287129934?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7245414008287129934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/01/purple-toothpaste.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/7245414008287129934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/7245414008287129934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2010/01/purple-toothpaste.html' title='Purple Toothpaste'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-3429099338987833325</id><published>2009-12-26T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:52:56.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey</title><content type='html'>During a late night conversation with Kristin about why I don't rope, after my blog, we were talking of another one of my past sports.  I give you Hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the fifth grade my friend Chris White got me roped into Ice Hockey.  They started me out on the line, but that quickly got rerouted to being the goalie.  I loved it, we went to Canada to participate in tournaments.  Went to Seattle to participate in tournaments, and regular games.  I got to spend some time one year in Canada at a hockey camp, then the next year i went to Minnesota to attend a goalie camp.  I loved hockey, still love hockey.  The thing that amazed event the college scouts and the semi pro scouts is that through my whole career I had a 94% save average.  Which the pros only are around 97-98%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in High School it came down to a choice.  You either can wrestle and rodeo or you can play hockey and rodeo.  I chose to wrestle for a number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, wrestling didn't interfere with rodeo on the weekends.  Because all the weekend tournaments were held in the off season of rodeo.  Then during rodeo season the only wrestling was on Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, the politics in a county junior hockey league in Eugene Oregon are insane.  The doctors and the lawyers kids were always better at it than you and should have more ice time, even though they could barely skate.  They couldn't even stop a single puck with there enormous leg pads.  Not to toot my horn, but to be successful at the position of the goalie you have to be able to stop a 101 m.p.h. slap shot from distances as close as 15 feet or as far as 60 feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of going down to the local arena and playing with the old guys, well we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to my other hero, thanks for doing it for me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Szb2HIj2GaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VJpd2OqToaA/s1600-h/belfour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Szb2HIj2GaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VJpd2OqToaA/s400/belfour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419789804004317602" 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/3591440372143362013-3429099338987833325?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3429099338987833325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/hockey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/3429099338987833325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/3429099338987833325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/hockey.html' title='Hockey'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Szb2HIj2GaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VJpd2OqToaA/s72-c/belfour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-1542830052687195328</id><published>2009-12-16T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:23:10.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roping</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a recent midnight instant messaging conversation with a friend about why there are not pictures of my horse on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; profile, I give you calf roping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I trailed behind my dad rope in hand.  I had aspirations, I had big dreams, I dreamed of becoming one of the greats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roping was more than a hobby, you bled roping.  When I was in high school, after wrestling practice, we would drive 30 minutes from the house to practice for a minimum of three hours everyday.  The only days we didn't practice was rodeo days, and a Monday following a rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I can't rodeo anymore has to do with some choices that were made.  Choices that I wouldn't take back for anything.  Marriage and three kids later.  Especially on a truck drivers wage, there is no way that could be in the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these feelings of disappointment and wishing that I could be back there, all came rushing in last week.  Kristin and I were watching the National Finals Rodeo in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, when she asked "do you wish that you never quit roping?" and "why did you quit roping?"  The truth is, I wish I could go back to roping, but there is nothing that could take the place of my three kids and my beautiful wife.  And maybe, just maybe to sacrifice all of that just to go roping, would be selfish.           Kristin I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Syils4P-g6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/TcNcmPuo05I/s1600-h/Beaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Syils4P-g6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/TcNcmPuo05I/s400/Beaver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415760742345245602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my hero, I Thank You for doing it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-1542830052687195328?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1542830052687195328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/roping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/1542830052687195328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/1542830052687195328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/roping.html' title='Roping'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Syils4P-g6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/TcNcmPuo05I/s72-c/Beaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-4932317652772310787</id><published>2009-12-05T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:46:43.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crèche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxtDX8-q5KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1cBoj7sUJHE/s1600-h/manger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxtDX8-q5KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1cBoj7sUJHE/s400/manger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411993456000820386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Christmas season is upon us all. I have always welcomed the Christmas season with open arms.  This year has been a little difficult.  With the setup of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crèche&lt;/span&gt; exhibit, and sick kids, I have been under some more than normal stress.  Since we finished the setup of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crèche&lt;/span&gt; exhibit over, and we can enjoy the Nativity scenes that are up it has been a little easier.  The stress has gone down.  Monday we will have to take all the tables, risers, electrical, and table cloths down, but that will be better than the setup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the season to celebrate the birth of Christ, and forget the world around us, or at least try to forget it.  If only society could see what Jesus has done for all of us, they would appreciate the Christmas season more.  I wish that society would back away from the materialistic aspect of Christmas.  It makes me sad, then we start celebrating the birth of Jesus and all the material things just seem to disappear and we think of only our family and loved ones.  How much we love our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-4932317652772310787?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4932317652772310787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/creche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4932317652772310787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4932317652772310787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/creche.html' title='Crèche'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxtDX8-q5KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1cBoj7sUJHE/s72-c/manger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-1910762133168405207</id><published>2009-12-04T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:10:24.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sxm8jb84G7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/lrUuNA9zeUM/s1600-h/dog-the-bounty-hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sxm8jb84G7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/lrUuNA9zeUM/s400/dog-the-bounty-hunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411563744246897586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you all know the three in this picture, but for those of you who don't know pictured starting in the middle is Leland, on his right is Duane Lee, and on the far left is Tim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are part of the "DOG" the Bounty Hunter show on A&amp;amp;E.  I like to watch this show, not just cause there in my favorite state.  Yes I have been to Hawaii, but it is the fact that these guys capture some of the states most notorious criminals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided one time I would do a little research on "Bounty Hunting".  I now know that Oregon in its infinite wisdom has made "Bounty Hunting" illegal.  That is right this left wing, bleeding heart, P.C., love everyone, favor the wrong state made "Bounty Hunting" illegal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder if you made a "Citizens Arrest" on a known fugitive if that would be considered illegal.  That is sad that the person that is responsible for this persons bail cannot get that money secured.  That person could flee as a wanted fugitive and there is nothing that they can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-1910762133168405207?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1910762133168405207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/totally-ridiculous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/1910762133168405207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/1910762133168405207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/totally-ridiculous.html' title='Totally Ridiculous'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sxm8jb84G7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/lrUuNA9zeUM/s72-c/dog-the-bounty-hunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6478914695509209087</id><published>2009-12-03T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:20:26.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sxhey2PDfHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IHBHVCwOi40/s1600-h/nativity.dll"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sxhey2PDfHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IHBHVCwOi40/s400/nativity.dll" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411179179930778738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is time for Christmas, yes I said it CHRISTmas.  I will not be politically correct on this subject matter, just like I am not P.C. on most anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will celebrate CHRISTmas, not the winter holidays.  Let us all celebrate the birth of our Savior.  Let us celebrate the man that gave us the opportunity to be resurected, perfected and return to the presence of Heavenly Father, and his son Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxhjtJ3pZuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7SpHXM4ZieU/s1600-h/jesus2.dll"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxhjtJ3pZuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7SpHXM4ZieU/s400/jesus2.dll" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411184579680233186" 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/3591440372143362013-6478914695509209087?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6478914695509209087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6478914695509209087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6478914695509209087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sxhey2PDfHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IHBHVCwOi40/s72-c/nativity.dll' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-1075617056111409016</id><published>2009-12-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:56:09.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxYAXnAQD5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Q4kDccjrUh0/s1600-h/soldier1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxYAXnAQD5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Q4kDccjrUh0/s400/soldier1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410512407939256210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More selfless sacrifice.  This is touching.  He shows more compassion for a child of the enemy than most people show their fellow man in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxX_3EZ-LjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Kk_9YIel8Dc/s1600-h/proudson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxX_3EZ-LjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Kk_9YIel8Dc/s400/proudson1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410511848896081458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Touching little proud man, who will hopefully have the courage, and strength that his parent had, who is looking down from Heaven with pride and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxX_a0dzXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yf0rhDBNkSc/s1600-h/grave1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxX_a0dzXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yf0rhDBNkSc/s400/grave1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410511363580845842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't even imagine what this faithful woman is going through, nor would I ever want anyone to endure that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxX__cGBI8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/fRXR-8J7cic/s1600-h/rescue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxX__cGBI8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/fRXR-8J7cic/s400/rescue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410511992693793730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More selfless sacrifice, there seems to be a pattern here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-1075617056111409016?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1075617056111409016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/1075617056111409016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/1075617056111409016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-again.html' title='THANK YOU AGAIN'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxYAXnAQD5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Q4kDccjrUh0/s72-c/soldier1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-5013298667362548117</id><published>2009-11-30T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:51:15.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppycock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxRnx087S2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/-GyhaPYY1fE/s1600/Obamapeace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxRnx087S2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/-GyhaPYY1fE/s400/Obamapeace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410063158104247138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I really want to know why in the world they gave this guy the Nobel Peace Prize.  "Instilling Change" woopdy doo.  You could do that with any stupid puppet.  But a guy who wants to make this Republic a communist, socialist country should be tried for TREASON, that is right TRIED FOR TREASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any of us would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-5013298667362548117?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5013298667362548117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/poppycock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/5013298667362548117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/5013298667362548117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/poppycock.html' title='Poppycock'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxRnx087S2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/-GyhaPYY1fE/s72-c/Obamapeace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6885115475759906232</id><published>2009-11-28T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:44:13.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Navy Seals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxGjlBw28RI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e3st-JRNFFc/s1600/SEALS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxGjlBw28RI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e3st-JRNFFc/s400/SEALS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409284483972526354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the chapped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tushkie&lt;/span&gt; hasn't got any better with the latest announcement of the SEAL team that is going to be charged with assault.  That is right the looser "Islamic Terrorist"  that they captures supposedly got sucker punched in the jaw.  Huh, sounds like if you didn't want the SEAL team to punch you in the face then maybe you shouldn't do what you were doing....huh, sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want support for our troops from you and me, but the Government does not have to support them.  They need to step on their toes, stab them in the back, and give them zero support.  Then it comes time to either get the job done, or pull them out.  So, what is it gonna be?  I would have given them the chance to get it done.  Then by a certain time, (which has been seven years) pull them out, whether or not they got it done or not pull them out, I don't care if they have five minutes left.  GET THEM OUT, NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle was a SEAL in Vietnam.  He saw the total lack of respect the population had for his fellow troops, and comrades.  I have never or probable never will see the horror and evil things that he saw.  The things he had to do, I hope I will never have to do.  Then they get treated like dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;, for sacrificing themselves and their family for us.  It is very sad.  We should all look hard in the mirror tonight, very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxGnmBiSCaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mQBAC6AQwOk/s1600/SEALS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxGnmBiSCaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mQBAC6AQwOk/s400/SEALS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409288899137767842" 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/3591440372143362013-6885115475759906232?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6885115475759906232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/navy-seals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6885115475759906232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6885115475759906232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/navy-seals.html' title='Navy Seals'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SxGjlBw28RI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e3st-JRNFFc/s72-c/SEALS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-4853906404845031762</id><published>2009-11-26T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:20:38.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sw9THh5iazI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JN2OVFG854I/s1600/pilgrims.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sw9THh5iazI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JN2OVFG854I/s400/pilgrims.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408633066319145778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple Happy Thanksgiving will do for today.&lt;br /&gt;(notice how they are praying to heavenly father?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-4853906404845031762?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4853906404845031762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4853906404845031762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4853906404845031762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sw9THh5iazI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JN2OVFG854I/s72-c/pilgrims.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-7464290726564596299</id><published>2009-11-25T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:14:34.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sw3CuxzFXhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JSl2LNhgV_E/s1600/karl-marx-fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sw3CuxzFXhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JSl2LNhgV_E/s400/karl-marx-fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408192836439203346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freedom, as I read the biography of Mao, there are some things that are really starting to chap my tushkie.  "Youth Corps", "Redistribution of Land", "Redistribution of Wealth".  It is all stuff that Obama is trying to instill in the hearts of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sign in Washington state next to the carpool lane or "HOV", whatever you want to call it.  That simply states to report violators call 1-800-#@$-HERO  (I don't remember what the other numbers are).  I am sorry but tattling on your fellow man for violating the carpool lane is retarded, simply retarded.  Makes you fill like a big man then go ahead and report me, because by the time that the cop finally gets to me I will be out of the carpool lane anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Mao, the similarities with him and his social regulations and his military philosophies is very scary.  And Obama is forcing this same stuff down our throats.  People need to speak out, if you read this blog speak out.  I am going to take some quotes that Glenn Beck uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"QUESTION WITH BOLDNESS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SPEAK WITHOUT FEAR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a side not, a person with awesome intent hacked into a certain university's server and collected a number of emails that are covering up the real numbers for global warming.  The emails talk of making up numbers or reversing them to fit the agenda of an elite section of the population that would profit from a Carbon Tax.  Hmmmmm.....sounds familiar....o yea it has happened.  And Obama is going to sign a treaty that will create a one world government to enforce and control the emission of Carbon.  Well what is funny is that the emails prove that global warming is a farce.  My Suburban did not make the polar ice caps on Mars melt.  Nor this planets ice caps.  That is right you probably didn't hear about the Mars ice caps melting, did you?  That would be something else they would keep quite, because it proves that the sun controls temperatures on planets, I know sounds crazy, seeming how we have only been keeping track of the weather for 150 years, and the deserts of Africa used to be lush rain forests.&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/3591440372143362013-7464290726564596299?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7464290726564596299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/7464290726564596299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/7464290726564596299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/freedom.html' title='Freedom?'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sw3CuxzFXhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JSl2LNhgV_E/s72-c/karl-marx-fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-3575955185886995691</id><published>2009-11-24T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:35:24.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwzPyZz8DYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QexhnwTyTZ8/s1600/uncle_sam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwzPyZz8DYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QexhnwTyTZ8/s400/uncle_sam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407925717394263426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the original Uncle Sam would say about the direction that this country is headed.  I received and email from both of Oregon's senators this week.  Regardless of what anyone thinks about socialized health care, one world government, or panhandling issues, they are going to vote the way they want to vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is maddening to me.  It makes me wonder what my grandfather, and great uncle would think.  It makes me wonder what my brother (my only best friend for the last 27.5 years) thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proudly serves this country, and this countries sovereignty.  I support our troops, I love the selfless sacrifice they put their families through.  I commend them and their spouses, children, parents, uncles, sisters, brothers, grandparents, and other extended family.  Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to enjoy my freedoms for now, we shall see how long these so called politicians let us continue to have any freedoms.  Especially speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-3575955185886995691?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3575955185886995691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/uncle-sam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/3575955185886995691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/3575955185886995691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/uncle-sam.html' title='Uncle Sam'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwzPyZz8DYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QexhnwTyTZ8/s72-c/uncle_sam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6931229463085634388</id><published>2009-11-21T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:21:31.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fence Riders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwiPQshyP7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/hptA4jfXWKM/s1600/Peanuts.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwiPQshyP7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/hptA4jfXWKM/s400/Peanuts.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406728869651824562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it is fitting that I should put a picture of something like this up.  They go on and on about promising this and that then they just let it go.  Like when they vote for socialized medicine, or call for a "one world government". It doesn't matter what it is called for, it's just the fact that it is called, that scares me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise Breaker.  That is what the politicians should have as a title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-6931229463085634388?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6931229463085634388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/fence-riders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6931229463085634388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6931229463085634388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/fence-riders.html' title='Fence Riders'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwiPQshyP7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/hptA4jfXWKM/s72-c/Peanuts.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-7697328329994278891</id><published>2009-11-19T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:15:15.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"POWER COMES OUT OF THE BARREL OF THE GUN"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwYGVUx6r2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/gIknZn6M8Rk/s1600/MAO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwYGVUx6r2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/gIknZn6M8Rk/s400/MAO.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406015366129954658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mao, MAO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TSE&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TUNG&lt;/span&gt;, it is funny how the people of China praised him as a hero.  Even as Soviet Russia was funding the Communist movement in China, (I guess Stalin wasn't that bad of a guy after all).  I am reading this new biography on this ruthless dictator.  He hated people, he murdered people just because they owned land.  That is right just because they owned land.  He called for redistribution of wealth and land.  They beheaded, disemboweled, or tortured people for speaking out against him.  The fact that he had 70 million of his fellow Chinese murdered makes him one of the most evil men in history.  He killed and lied to get money from Moscow.  Then he betrayed Moscow, on numerous times switching from the Nationalist party to the Communist party over and over, to stay of the hit list.  I'm seeing many similar traits from his policy on "fairness" with out current administration.  The same spotlight mentality.  I am scared of where this is going.  As well as you all know I have been emailing Oregon's senators everyday telling them not to vote for socialism, that it is bad, sorry to ruin your day.  I ENCOURAGE ANYONE WHO READS THIS BLOG TO EMAIL YOUR SENATORS AND VOICE YOUR OPINION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-7697328329994278891?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7697328329994278891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/power-comes-out-of-barrel-of-gun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/7697328329994278891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/7697328329994278891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/power-comes-out-of-barrel-of-gun.html' title='&quot;POWER COMES OUT OF THE BARREL OF THE GUN&quot;'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwYGVUx6r2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/gIknZn6M8Rk/s72-c/MAO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-8595414193371214809</id><published>2009-11-16T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:44:54.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHOICE IS YOURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwHuwtUnBGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HGKQ4LF3skg/s1600/kungfupanda01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwHuwtUnBGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HGKQ4LF3skg/s400/kungfupanda01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404863548388476002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The choice is yours.  What choice?  The choice to let your freedoms go away, not to speak up against the rampaging attack on freedom in exchange for socialism.  This thought came to me while watching WALL-E.  They sat back in that movie and let the robots control everything that they did, ate, and thought.  They didn't even get to see their surroundings because of the screen in front of their face that never went away.  It was their telephone, t.v., and personal advertisement bombardment.  They wanted to live not survive.  At the end they finally got off their butts and walked.  Stood up for what was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda, told the whole time that he was not the Dragon Warrior.  Then he stood up and accepted the challenge, became the Dragon Warrior and defeated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tailung&lt;/span&gt;.  It is time that the lazy people of this country quit being complacent and speak up against what is happening.  Inform these politicians that what is happening is not right.  Live the dream of OLD GLORY.  Make what all the VETERANS that lost their lives mean something.  That they died for us.  THEY DID NOT DIE TO LET THE POLITICIANS RUIN THIS COUNTRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-8595414193371214809?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8595414193371214809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/choice-is-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/8595414193371214809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/8595414193371214809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/choice-is-yours.html' title='THE CHOICE IS YOURS'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SwHuwtUnBGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HGKQ4LF3skg/s72-c/kungfupanda01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-4216777895755723265</id><published>2009-11-14T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:06:15.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u of o'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ducks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national anthem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cemetary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soldier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arlington national cemetary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceremony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marching band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teary'/><title type='text'>The National Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sv-rYOIz1rI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yOOZDs15aJY/s1600-h/flag_iwojima_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sv-rYOIz1rI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yOOZDs15aJY/s400/flag_iwojima_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404226510468142770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to the U of O Duck football game.  Most of the fans were standing already when the Colors were brought out even though the ceremony wasn't underway.  I was a little disappointed that only a handful of the fans removed their hats.  Most people sat down when the marching band was done playing the schools anthem and fight song.  Only when they told us to stand and remove our hats did the rest of the fans comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sv-sjYAuhjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o6m8d6bWPAE/s1600-h/20.us.oncoffins.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sv-sjYAuhjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o6m8d6bWPAE/s400/20.us.oncoffins.04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404227801608783410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half way through the National Anthem I started to get all teary.  The teary eyes came because most of the 60,000 people in that stadium don't know that what that song and that flag stand for are slipping quietly, yet publicly away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-4216777895755723265?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4216777895755723265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/national-anthem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4216777895755723265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4216777895755723265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/national-anthem.html' title='The National Anthem'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sv-rYOIz1rI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yOOZDs15aJY/s72-c/flag_iwojima_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-1570801042515344427</id><published>2009-11-13T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:51:59.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE PROTECTORS OF FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sv39Jc8XbVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KjR1k43VZwc/s1600-h/Tomb"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sv39Jc8XbVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KjR1k43VZwc/s400/Tomb" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403753466744499538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On November 11, 1921, an unidentified soldier who had been killed in France was buried there in a temporary crypt over which a marble slab was placed; the completed tomb, a sarcophagus of Colorado marble placed on the original base, was dedicated as the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier on November 11, 1932.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Memorial Day, 1958, the bodes of two other unknown soldiers-one of whom had died in World War II, the other during the Korean War- were buried in the tomb, which was renamed the Tomb of the Unknowns.  Remains of an unknown solder from the Vietnam War were interred there in 1984, but later investigations revealed the soldiers identity and they were removed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who guard and have guarded the Tomb, THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-1570801042515344427?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1570801042515344427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-protectors-of-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/1570801042515344427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/1570801042515344427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-protectors-of-freedom.html' title='TRUE PROTECTORS OF FREEDOM'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sv39Jc8XbVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KjR1k43VZwc/s72-c/Tomb' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-8570530432475188729</id><published>2009-11-09T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:13:44.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senators Continued:</title><content type='html'>OK I finally got an email back from Sen. Ron Wyden, (feel free to email him too), that he feels that based on scientific information that it is OK to have a one world government to regulate the emission of carbon. I am sorry it is not OK to have a one world government to regulate anything, I don't care it is not right. Socialism is not OK not OK. We need to remind them of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIFullPage_Container"&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;div id="home_left_column"&gt;          &lt;div id="home_filter_list"&gt;       &lt;div id="pagelet_filters"&gt;&lt;div id="c4af89f1b160a949bfab40"&gt;&lt;div class="UIFilterList" id="c4af89f1b16c61653735f0"&gt;&lt;div class="UIFilterList_List"&gt;&lt;div class="UIFilterList_Item selected"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?filter=nf" class="UIFilterList_ItemLink" title="News Feed"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-8570530432475188729?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8570530432475188729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/senators-continued.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/8570530432475188729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/8570530432475188729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/senators-continued.html' title='Senators Continued:'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-5607379077360353491</id><published>2009-11-08T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:42:28.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Calling</title><content type='html'>So yes, (by the way have you ever noticed that I start most of my posts with So?), anyway I finally got my calling at church, well I got it last week but I wasn't sustained until today.  I have been called as the Elders Quorum President.  It is a lot more responsibility than most people give credit for.  Most of the time the president just looks like he is sitting in the back twiddling his thumbs, but he is not, he has to be the planner, organizer, and fixer, when it needs to be fixed.  I am usually called to be the fixer.  So here I am to fix something that I do not know yet what needs to be fixed.  So here is to good luck, and prayer that the spirit will help me on this voyage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-5607379077360353491?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5607379077360353491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-calling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/5607379077360353491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/5607379077360353491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-calling.html' title='New Calling'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-766074657952590869</id><published>2009-11-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:54:07.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@#*@&amp;%! SENATORS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SvUK4UZbovI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E7KZVPXRCcQ/s1600-h/Senate"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SvUK4UZbovI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E7KZVPXRCcQ/s400/Senate" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401235290765107954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right I said it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;@#*@&amp;amp;%! SENATORS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;.  I have been emailing both of Oregon's senators everyday for I don't know two weeks now about this Copenhagen treaty, urging them to urge the White House not to sign it.  And if it does get signed to vote no when the time comes for the ratification vote.  Every time I email them I request a reply by clicking the request a reply box.  Not a rocket scientist here but if you don't want to respond do not give me the option of wanting one.  The crazy thing is neither of them have responded, you would think that by now they might tell me to fly off a cliff, or to leave them alone.  So I guess Glenn Beck was right, after all he is right allot.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVE OUT CAREER POLITICIANS, LET THE REAL AMERICANS FIX THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-766074657952590869?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/766074657952590869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/senators.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/766074657952590869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/766074657952590869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/senators.html' title='@#*@&amp;%! SENATORS!!!!'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SvUK4UZbovI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E7KZVPXRCcQ/s72-c/Senate' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-6685464245213639424</id><published>2009-11-05T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:34:03.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REFORM:</title><content type='html'>This seems to be an ongoing debate on facebook, nobody can get along.  Well I have an idea, make all the U.S. Senators and Congressman take a pay cut, to lets say 60,000 a year.  Get rid of all bureaucrats.  They are not elected anyway.  Get rid of all the unconstitutional  federal laws, which is 99% of them, and go back to 50 sovereign states.  With only the protection of a federal army.  Wow, it worked for the founding fathers.  I think it would work again.  Maybe then we wouldn't fail as a country.  Oh yea and by the way take the unconstitutional federal income tax back to a voluntary 4% like it is supposed to be.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SvOm2x2D0SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vklNhdiGH44/s1600-h/evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SvOm2x2D0SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vklNhdiGH44/s400/evil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400843838170583330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I MEAN COME ON PEOPLE, DO YOU REALLY WANT THIS SCARY FACED EVIL HAG RUNNING THE SHOW, WELL SHE IS.  THAT SCARES ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-6685464245213639424?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6685464245213639424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/reform.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6685464245213639424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/6685464245213639424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/11/reform.html' title='REFORM:'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SvOm2x2D0SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vklNhdiGH44/s72-c/evil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-98453193022172396</id><published>2009-10-29T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:44:52.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day In Paradise</title><content type='html'>Thursday, so far has done nothing but rain on me.  Of course this would happen, because I had no intention of sleeping in the truck tonight.  As you can guess I will be sleeping in the truck.  I am really glad I have some extra clothes cause the ones that I am wearing are soaking, well not soaking anymore at least, but they are cold and wet.  So here I sit all alone, with a bunch of stinky retarded truck drivers (free Internet)  in a nasty cafe, mooching Internet.  I hope I can make it.  Look it's only one day till the weekend.  I'll make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-98453193022172396?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/98453193022172396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day-in-paradise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/98453193022172396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/98453193022172396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Another Day In Paradise'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-4281962241091137117</id><published>2009-10-14T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:09:07.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Border crossing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sta7bGw99oI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kweYlaXCWTM/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sta7bGw99oI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kweYlaXCWTM/s400/IMG_0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392703678169609858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, going into Canada is a piece of cake, getting back into the U.S. is a different story all together.  First you have to have your paperwork faxed to your dispatcher, then your dispatcher faxes the paperwork and an e-manifest that he makes on the gov's website, then the dispatcher faxes the paperwork back to the dispatcher, who then faxes it back to you when it is completed.  But wait it's not over, you have to wait for a minimum of two hours for the Department of Homeland Security to have and process the paperwork, so your dispatcher can call them to get you a final approval if you can cross the border or not.  Then when you get to the border you usually have an hour                                          to two hour wait just to get to the checkpoint.  Sometimes you go right through.  When you get to the checkpoint you have to give the border agent your e-manifest and customs invoice.  Usually they ask you what you have and they &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sta7wxpTKXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SCUePcyNoRo/s1600-h/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sta7wxpTKXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SCUePcyNoRo/s400/IMG_0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392704050457422194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stamp your paperwork and you go on.  Going to Canada like I said is way easier, never a wait and they ask where you live and where are you going, what are you hauling.  You tell them they say thanks and away you go.  Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-4281962241091137117?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4281962241091137117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/border-crossing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4281962241091137117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/4281962241091137117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/border-crossing.html' title='Border crossing'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Sta7bGw99oI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kweYlaXCWTM/s72-c/IMG_0927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-5241532353482697213</id><published>2009-10-04T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:18:07.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GENERAL CONFERENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SsjuvdrlqOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Drx0FbXAXEo/s1600-h/Conference+center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SsjuvdrlqOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Drx0FbXAXEo/s400/Conference+center" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388819453337512162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that time of the year again.  It is time for General Conference.  Which happens twice a year, April and October.  Where members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (and nonmembers which are welcome) to enjoy counsel and talks from our Prophet, Apostles, and the General Authorities of the Church.  I Have been able to attend General Conference once since I have been an active member.  It was the most wonderful experience.  The amount of the spirit that was present when President Gordon B. Hinckley came out was incredible.  I will never forget that wonderful, spiritual giant.  The Conference center is huge it seats over 2&lt;br /&gt;0,000 people, the roof is supported by zero internal pillars, so there is not one obstructed view in the whole place.  The roof mind you is an outdoor garden with all the natural plants and grasses that are native to Utah.  It also has fountains, a waterfall that starts on the roof and ends on street level.  It is a beautiful building.  But most beautiful of it all is the organ.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Ssjzx6FuucI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GPCu8XLYWlo/s1600-h/Organ"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/Ssjzx6FuucI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GPCu8XLYWlo/s400/Organ" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388824992881228226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well as you can see the wall can be projected with different colored lights.  That organ is huge, I watched something on it once where they said how many pipes are behind the fake pipes but it is an incredible amount.  The organ for some songs has to be played by two men at once.  The organ has five keyboards, untold numbers of buttons to change the sound.  I can't play the piano let alone a regular organ.  Sheesh.  But anyway its 12:30 pacific time, so gotta go conference starts in 30 min.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-5241532353482697213?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5241532353482697213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/general-conference.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/5241532353482697213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/5241532353482697213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/general-conference.html' title='GENERAL CONFERENCE'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/SsjuvdrlqOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Drx0FbXAXEo/s72-c/Conference+center' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591440372143362013.post-3085411431794621910</id><published>2009-10-03T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:46:37.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tardo's in Seattle</title><content type='html'>So to the best of my knowledge, I cannot figure out why no one in Seattle during daylight hours can either go the speed limit, or get on the freeway at freeway speed.  Don't worry you Portland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tardo's&lt;/span&gt; are in the same category.  So here is the deal, I am driving at 60-65 mph with two trailers that equal 70 feet by them selves then you add 20 feet for the truck.  Yes, exactly I cannot just get over on a whim cause you can't look next to you or in front of you until the merge lane ends.  That is right it is the responsibility of the person entering the freeway to merge into traffic.  Technically anyone could get a ticket for getting over to let people on to the freeway.  Excessive lane changes.  Then when we all get out of the parking lot style driving the people that have been tailgating me will not go around me.  So I do get over and O my Gosh  they speed up, but unfortunately they slow down just to tailgate the person that is now in front of them.  No these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tardo's&lt;/span&gt; cannot drive for them selves. They have to be sheep, just get in line because that's what everyone else does.  Come on people have a mind of your own.  Make your own decisions.  My Gosh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591440372143362013-3085411431794621910?l=lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3085411431794621910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/tardos-in-seattle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/3085411431794621910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591440372143362013/posts/default/3085411431794621910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmyoilpatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/tardos-in-seattle.html' title='Tardo&apos;s in Seattle'/><author><name>Bradly Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589075968205356697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-G4DKWMXOw/StbFPBz9b7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4bJ90k-H91I/S220/Salt+Lake'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
