<?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-11972731</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:34:00.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haystacks</title><subtitle type='html'>I think of life as a giant haystack. I rifle through it, sorting things to the side. Along the way, I create more and more smaller haystacks. Then I sort through those, creating smaller haystacks. See a pattern yet?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>331</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-8581418338365003075</id><published>2006-09-08T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:07:30.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS BLOG HAS MOVED TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haystacks.typepad.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.haystacks.typepad.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not really that passionate about it, but I am moving. I'm packing up my blog and going to typepad.
I have become so frustrated with Blogger than I can't take it anymore. I am unable to post on blogger sites that haven't switched to Beta. The photo option is down more than it is working and I feel constrained by Beta's "unable to..." commands.

I'll leave this blog up for a while to direct traffic and pull any information I care to have on my new site.
You can find me now at &lt;a href="http://www.haystacks.typepad.com"&gt;www.haystacks.typepad.com&lt;/a&gt;. Please come over and visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-8581418338365003075?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/8581418338365003075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=8581418338365003075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/8581418338365003075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/8581418338365003075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-mad-as-hell-and-im-not-gonna-take-it.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m mad as hell and I&apos;m not gonna take it anymore!&quot;'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-7042752114042302440</id><published>2006-09-07T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:47:46.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger 1: Traci 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had these grand plans today. I was going to post some great pictures from a party I went to Sunday. Now that Blogger is allowing edits of raw HTML, I was planning on a change in my page layout. I had every intention of cleaning out a few things and adding a few things.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, Blogger kicked my butt! Pictures will not upload. I tried to change my template and in the process, lost my color scheme. I tried to clean out a few of the miscellaneous buttons and lost my counter. I will stop for now, lest I lose my entire blog history. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tell you this not to whine but to assure you that I was indeed planning on posting today (after an unusually extended absence). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Blogger gods are not looking favorably upon me today.
&lt;p&gt;

On a side note: All you HTML template geeks out there need to get busy. None of the blogskins work on the Beta system. Consider me your head cheerleader! GO! GO! GO, GEEKS! GO!


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-7042752114042302440?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/7042752114042302440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=7042752114042302440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/7042752114042302440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/7042752114042302440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogger-1-traci-0.html' title='Blogger 1: Traci 0'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-2417590630626579351</id><published>2006-09-03T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T11:48:00.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4219/1461/1600/psh2a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4219/1461/320/psh2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4219/1461/1600/roadshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4219/1461/400/roadshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jason and I borrowed Dad's Old Faithful pick up to gather a family heirloom and cart it home. (More on that later.) I shot this picture with my phone as we crossed the steel bridge and drove past a tobacco field. The perspective inside the perspective made me think of the history we carried in the bed of the old truck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-2417590630626579351?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/2417590630626579351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=2417590630626579351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/2417590630626579351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/2417590630626579351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='On the road...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-8944163724307088984</id><published>2006-09-01T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:08:05.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The crimnial justice system is represented by two seperate, but equally important groups..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was a first for me. I went to court. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I got pulled over for violation of the &lt;a href="http://www.state.tn.us/safety/newsreleases/moveover.htm"&gt;Tennessee Move Over Law&lt;/a&gt;. Let me state for the blog record, that I was unaware there was such a law. I did indeed move over, out of courtesy and concern for the officer. However, according to the State Trooper, I did not move over far enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've gotten tickets in the past for speeding. I've never been pulled over and wrongly charged. I always paid my ticket like a good citizen and went on my way. This time I chose to exercise my right and go to court. Did I mention the ticket was almost $200? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning I showed up at 9 am for General Sessions court. After almost an hour of names being called out and whispers at the judges bench, my name was called. (They went down the list alphabetically, of course.) The exchange went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Mrs. Ward, do you have any outstanding tickets?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"No, sir."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You're going to traffic school, Mrs. Ward. Does that suit you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Actually, Your Honor..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Mrs. Ward, pay the clerk the $50. Show up for 2 hours on Saturday and clear your record and don't do it again, please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not exactly the epic courtroom declaration I had rehearsed in the car on the way over, but $50 is doable and I didn't have plans for Saturday anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should also mention that &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor8/survivors/bio/tom.shtml"&gt;Big Tom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buchanan&lt;/span&gt; of Survivor:Africa &lt;/a&gt;was in the courtroom as well. Apparently, he had appeared at &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethton.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Elizabethton's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Independence Day Parade and was ticketed as he left town. Big Tom didn't have to go to traffic school. His ticket was dismissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe I should have worn my overalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-8944163724307088984?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/8944163724307088984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=8944163724307088984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/8944163724307088984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/8944163724307088984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/09/crimnial-justice-system-is-represented.html' title='&quot;The crimnial justice system is represented by two seperate, but equally important groups...&quot;'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-1610508674866661154</id><published>2006-08-28T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:52:39.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4219/1461/1600/psh2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4219/1461/400/psh2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grab the &lt;a title="(1629 hits)" href="http://tnchick.com/go.php?http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;photo hunt code&lt;/a&gt; or join the &lt;a title="(1284 hits)" href="http://tnchick.com/go.php?http://tnchick.com/archives/686"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;September 22, 2005-Huntsville, AL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We waited in the heat for hours to see a festival show. As the sun was setting, we laid down in the cool grass and watched this gorgeous rainbow fade above us.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-1610508674866661154?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/1610508674866661154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=1610508674866661154&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/1610508674866661154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/1610508674866661154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-8218879560525657480</id><published>2006-08-28T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:10:13.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STORY by Steven James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4219/1461/1600/james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4219/1461/320/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Theology is the greatest threat to spiritual pilgrims when it becomes the game of defining God and gets in the way of letting God define you. I think the wonder tales - fantasies and fairy tales - lie closer to the heart of the...story because they acknowledge the reality of good and evil, the battle between right and wrong, the power of the supernatural, and the wonder of a world where dreams actually do come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you try to divorce the mystery of Jesus from Christianity, you'll be left with just another religion, and a not very interesting one at that. Mystery lies at the heart of this story."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This book doesn't fit into any established category. It is an examination of the Christan faith, but far removed from the textbook style of writing often associated with such pursuits. It is poetry, metaphors and lyrics intermingled with spiritually grounded descriptions of the person of Jesus Christ. &lt;/div&gt;


Visit &lt;a href="http://www.stevenjames.net/"&gt;Steven James' &lt;/a&gt;website to get a taste of what this book offers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-8218879560525657480?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/8218879560525657480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=8218879560525657480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/8218879560525657480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/8218879560525657480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/story-by-steven-james.html' title='STORY by Steven James'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-8468623777769228560</id><published>2006-08-24T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T13:56:22.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>Speak to me in gentle tones of falling leaves and orange hues.
&lt;p&gt;
Spin a tale of whispering winds and crackling fires.
&lt;p&gt;
In your most cautious voice, explain the autumn season;
&lt;p&gt;
the quietening of Mother Nature, the closing in of winter.
&lt;p&gt;
Tell me why my spirit longs for this time.
&lt;p&gt;
Like a child’s eyes, slowing closing and opening,
&lt;p&gt;
drifting to that dreamlike place just outside of sleep,
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I am drawn to October.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-8468623777769228560?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/8468623777769228560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=8468623777769228560&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/8468623777769228560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/8468623777769228560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/speak-to-me-in-gentle-tones-of-falling.html' title='October'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-5029559243417148834</id><published>2006-08-23T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:14:14.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you say...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I travel around the country with a diverse group of people. My closest friends are from Georgia, Texas and Oklahoma. I'm a Tennessee native and Hubby is a proud Ohioan. As you might imagine accents vary. Sometimes when we're driving a long stretch of road or it's late at night and we're running on very little sleep, we play a game called HOW DO YOU SAY...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;EX: How do you say the color that's a mixture of red and yellow. The school color of Tennessee and Texas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orange. Simple enough, right? Is that pronounced OR-enge? Or is it Arnge? Maybe its AR-enge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is the name of the curled pasta that kids eat with cheese? Macaroni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAC-a-ro-ni? mac-a-RO-ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You get the idea. A group of English farmers believe cows have regional accents, as well.  And phonetics experts say the idea is not as far-fetched as it sounds. Human accents develop from familiarity. We tend to take on the speech patterns of those around us. According to experts, accents among cows probably develop in a similar way as among humans, and resulted from spending time with farmers with differing accents. (Read article &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/TECH/science/08/23/cows.accent.reut/index.html?section=cnn_topstories"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I live in a rural community. Cows are part of the landscape here. I never paid much attention to their communications, but now when I see them gathering, I'll wonder. Are they playing a round of HOW DO YOU SAY...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-5029559243417148834?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/5029559243417148834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=5029559243417148834&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/5029559243417148834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/5029559243417148834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-do-you-say.html' title='How do you say...?'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-3856234250269663541</id><published>2006-08-22T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:40:46.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am I the only girl who wants a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tshirt&lt;/span&gt; that fits a girl's body? If you're one of the teeny-tiny Sisters, you can just check out. I'm talking to my &lt;a href="http://www.lanebryant.com"&gt;LB&lt;/a&gt; girls, here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0761137858/sr=1-1/qid=1156359180/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-1698388-3983916?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; a few days ago and I'm psyched. I have several boxy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tshirts&lt;/span&gt; that I can't wait to rip, pin, sew and gather to create the perfect American pop icon in a size 16. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're good with a needle and a bit creative, I highly recommend this book. I'll be posting pictures of my new creations soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-3856234250269663541?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/3856234250269663541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=3856234250269663541&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/3856234250269663541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/3856234250269663541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/am-i-only-girl-who-wants-tshirt-that.html' title='Generation T'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-3741258187071708011</id><published>2006-08-22T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:11:47.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plotlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What if you could suddenly remember every detail of your past? What if the details to every experience, good and bad, were vibrant and clear to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a terrible memory; everything from 'where did I put my keys?' to 'today is your birthday?!?'. I am constantly writing myself notes and forgetting where I put the note. Jason often has to correct me when I relay a conversation. I tend to attribute quotes to the wrong person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0786886625/104-1698388-3983916?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;SPILLING CLARENCE by Anne Ursu&lt;/a&gt; is a book I currently have on my wish list. A chemical spill in the sleepy little town of Clarence causes an unusual reaction in the residents. They begin to remember things long forgotten. Not just recalling the events, but every minute detail of the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This plot fascinates me. Being some one who cannot remember anything, I am terrified at the thought of remembering EVERYTHING. I believe our minds operate as filters. I know my self-preserving psyche has closed doors best left sealed. But along with the bad, some good has been lost as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagine the ability to clearly remember that loved one who has long since been gone. I've forgotten the sound of my grandmother's voice. I might be willing to trade the pain behind sealed door number 1 to hear that sound again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-3741258187071708011?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/3741258187071708011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=3741258187071708011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/3741258187071708011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/3741258187071708011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/plotlines.html' title='Plotlines'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-4000671054896269940</id><published>2006-08-19T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:09:50.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the iPod shuffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barbara007.typepad.com"&gt;Barbara&lt;/a&gt; tagged me. The assignment was to shuffle your media player and HONESTLY post the first 20 songs that come up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Diversity is a beautiful thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Jeopardy/Greg Kinh Band &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What can I say? I'm a child of the 80's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Mother and Child Reunion/Paul Simon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have I mentioned, I LOVE Paul Simon? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.Captain Jack/Billy Joel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Do You Know You Are My Sunshine?/Statler Brothers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, say what you will, but nobody does four part harmony like the Statlers. My grandmother LOVED them and it stuck. Don't judge me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Humble Me/Norah Jones &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She increases the cool factor by at least 9%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Hell or High Water/Tinsley Ellis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. There's a Rainbow/Marty Stuart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Marty Freakin' Stuart!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Indigo-go/The Dingos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was a local band Jason and I used to go hear back in the day. Wonder where they are now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Rescue Me/Pushmonkey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Old Dan Tucker/Bruce Springsteen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hayley learned this song in kindergarten. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Nothing At All/Third Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't believe I got to 11 before Third Day showed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. What Good/Third Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmmmmm..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Give Me Jesus/Fernando Ortega &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love this song. My friend &lt;a href="http://www.fantheflame.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; sings this song beautifully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Fortunate Son [Live]/John Fogerty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listening to CCR intantly makes any day a good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Bedtime/Disney soundtrack &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It helps me sleep, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Its About Time/Jamie Cullum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jazz vocalists do it for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Forever I Love You/Statler Brothers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you judging me? Stop it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. That Where I Am, There You May Also Be/Rich Mullins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rich Mullins was a master poet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. Atmosphere/Tobymac &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you seen him live? You should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. Seriously Gone/Dan Baird &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ending with a hip alt country rock sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-4000671054896269940?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/4000671054896269940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=4000671054896269940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/4000671054896269940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/4000671054896269940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/doing-ipod-shuffle.html' title='Doing the iPod shuffle'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-7444639362399114310</id><published>2006-08-18T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:17:42.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anyone who has a library and a garden wants for nothing."   - Cicero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found this little questionnaire on &lt;a href="http://www.reflecthisglory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla&lt;/a&gt;'s site. I love books. I love talking about books. So...let's talk about books I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Book that changed your life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller, Velvet Elvis by Rob Bell, Traveling Light by Max Lucado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Book that you've read more than once:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;A Christmas Carol by Dickens, I read it every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Book you'd want on a desert island:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;If you expect me to celebrate Christmas on this island, I'll need a copy of Dickens' Christmas Carol. For off season reading, Love Medicine by Louise Erdridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Book that made you laugh:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, Praise Habit by David Crowder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Book that made you cry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult, Of Mice and Men by Stienbeck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Book that you wish had been written:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Book you don't enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Book you are currently reading:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The Bronze Bow by Elizabeth George Spear, Tunneling by Beth Bosworth, and Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Book you've been meaning to read:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Spilling Clarence by Ann Ursu, No Ordinary Time: Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt: The Home Front in World War II by Doris Kearns Goodwin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Book you remember as a real page-turner:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Plain Truth by Jodi Picoult, The Pilot's Wife by Anita Shreve &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Non-fiction books that you have enjoyed:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The Greatest Generation by Tom Brokaw, Undaunted Courage by Stephen E. Ambrose, CASH by Johnny Cash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Children's books your family has loved:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, Dr. Seuss' Horton Hears A Who ("I meant what I said and I said what I meant. An elephant is faithful one hundred percent." Words to live by.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These are some of my more noble reading materials. I confess, I'm also a big fan of fluff. I love a good predictable mystery, science fiction is a mainstay for me and I find no shame in a quick read of short stories. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-7444639362399114310?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/7444639362399114310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=7444639362399114310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/7444639362399114310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/7444639362399114310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/anyone-who-has-library-and-garden-wants.html' title='&quot;Anyone who has a library and a garden wants for nothing.&quot;   - Cicero'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-4431094346708779574</id><published>2006-08-17T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T14:47:32.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall 1986</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k202/Traci37643/th_1986cropped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://barbara007.typepad.com"&gt;Barbara&lt;/a&gt; challenged me to post a picture of myself from high school. It took a while to find one. I'm not much for keeping things from my teen years. Jason had this in a stack of old annual staff photos. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k202/Traci37643/1986cropped.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a terrible memory, but I recall clearly the moment this picture was taken. The back says Fall 1986. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;

Blogger is giving me a fit about posting pictures. Click on the teeny tiny photo and you can see a larger version compliments of Photo Bucket. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-4431094346708779574?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/4431094346708779574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=4431094346708779574&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/4431094346708779574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/4431094346708779574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/fall-1986.html' title='Fall 1986'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-3404848850914346789</id><published>2006-08-17T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:18:39.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blogger has decided to go Beta. I had thought at first we had a choice, then I read the fine print. We blogspotters will be required to convert to Beta evententually. So, might as well jump in, right?

I'm working on getting it back to the same color scheme I had last time you were here. Any of you figured out how to post pictures on your sidebars? I'm at a loss. Advice welcome.

Back to the mines....

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**2 hours later....
Here is what I've found: Blogger is currently not allowing me to post pictures. Blogger is currently not allowing me to edit html in my upgraded template. What to do? What to do?
I've decided to hold out on the template change until I can alter the layout to my satisfaction. As for the pictures, I'm working on that. I'll get back to you.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-3404848850914346789?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/3404848850914346789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=3404848850914346789&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/3404848850914346789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/3404848850914346789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115558970779536354</id><published>2006-08-14T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:08:27.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons with Mr. Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a few short minutes to race home, then back to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was speeding down the winding road toward my house when suddenly I slammed on the brakes. There he was, Mr. Turtle. I threw the car in park, hit the hazard lights and flung open the door. I ran to Mr. Turtle. I picked him up. He hissed at me, but that's only because he didn't understand the reason for such personal contact. I carried him across the hot asphalt and placed him on the other side of the road in the cool grass. I ran back to my car and continued on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We should never be so busy we fail to notice those around us who might be struggling. Even when they hiss at you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115558970779536354?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115558970779536354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115558970779536354&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115558970779536354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115558970779536354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-lessons-with-mr-turtle.html' title='Life Lessons with Mr. Turtle'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115531872044508593</id><published>2006-08-11T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T13:53:28.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Trippin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr. Richardson, my 11th grade Civics teacher, once said to my class, "If you learn nothing else in this year, learn this. Understanding this will serve you well in life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;(An observation that a person’s sense of morality lessens as his or her power increases. The statement was made by Lord Acton, a British historian of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have learned all too well that Mr. Richardson was right on track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115531872044508593?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115531872044508593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115531872044508593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115531872044508593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115531872044508593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/power-trippin.html' title='Power Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115514430318805230</id><published>2006-08-09T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:25:03.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/psh2a.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/320/psh2a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Grab the &lt;a title="(1629 hits)" href="http://tnchick.com/go.php?http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;photo hunt code&lt;/a&gt; or join the &lt;a title="(1284 hits)" href="http://tnchick.com/go.php?http://tnchick.com/archives/686"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
This week's theme: Money




&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/moneyshirt.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what happens when a staff meeting goes too long and you have a wad of one dollar bills in your purse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115514430318805230?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115514430318805230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115514430318805230&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115514430318805230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115514430318805230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/photo-scavenger-hunt.html' title='Photo Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115462115238108733</id><published>2006-08-09T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:10:19.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Key to Kokology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you read &lt;a href="http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/kokology.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, you might be interested in the following. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. A DAY TO REMEMBER: Graduation ceremonies follow certain fixed patters, but ask ten different people to describe their impressions and it's probable that they'll describe ten different scenes. People naturally tend to focus on different aspects of the world and therefore find certain types of information easier to recall than others. The thing you remember about your graduation shows the area where your powers of recall are strongest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a. The face of the principal: You have a special aptitude for remembering faces and names. Meet someone once, and you never need to be introduced again. That I skill that has stood you in good stead on more than one occasion, making people you barely know feel like valued friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;b. The banner: You've got a strong head for figures-birthdays, telephone numbers, batting averages, the number of steps from your front door to the car. You might not remember the names of someone you ate lunch with last week, but you could probably recollect how muh you paid for the meal. Those powers of recall have hearned you a reputation as serious and dependable. After all, you never forget a date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;c. The ranks of students standing: You don't remember things so much as you reminisce about them. Your ability to recall a scene is inextricably tied to the emotions it aroused in you, and you can almost experience the efeelings again just by turning your minds eye that way. This allows you to replay and enjoy happy memories over and over again. But it also means you have difficulty forgiving and forgetting after you've been hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;d. The playing of the graduation march: Visual memories seem to fade quickly for you, but the things you hear and say are stored in a permanent file that you can access as easily as pulling a CD from the shelf. When your memory of an event is blurred, sometimes all it takes is hearing a snatch of a melody that was playing in the background at the time to cause the memories to come flooding back to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. LOOK OUT BELOW: The sheltered life of a potted plant corresponds to the hidden guarded side of your character and the way you try to keep the world from penetrating your social mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a. The plant landed on the ground upright and intact: You appear to be strong and confident and are always eager to demonstrate your coolness under fire. But beneath that tough facade is a person more concerned with keeping up an image than actually living it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;b. The pot broke, but the plant seems to have survived the fall: You seem calm and unflappable to others, but the reality is you just hate to show your emotions. those pent-up feelings within you just keep growing and growing, and no pot can hold them forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;c. The pot and the plant are both smashed beyond recovery: You seem to be soft-spoken and self-effacing, but that 'natural listener' is crying out for the chance to shine cnter stage. You are only waiting for the opportunity to break out of the silf-imposed mold that confines you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;d. For some strange reason, there is no sign of either the plant or the pot: You excel at generating excitement and making others laugh, and people see you as the life of the party (even when there's no party in town). But that glib exterior hides a seriousness and even a shy side that you choose not to show the rest of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115462115238108733?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115462115238108733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115462115238108733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115462115238108733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115462115238108733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/key-to-kokology.html' title='Key to Kokology'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115472107262932204</id><published>2006-08-04T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:51:13.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart is SEXY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Culture Vulture offers &lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/culturevulture/archives/2006/08/01/i_bet_you_look.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; report. There is such an up side to being a book worm. According to the report, half the people surveyed would look twice at someone based on their choice of reading materials.
But before you head into the singles' scene armed with your favorite graphic novel, be warned. Erotic fiction, horror, self-help books and the dreaded chick-lit were all deemed turn-offs. The classics, biographies and modern literary fiction stir the most interest.
I've said it before, I'll say it again: Smart is SEXY!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115472107262932204?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115472107262932204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115472107262932204&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115472107262932204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115472107262932204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/smart-is-sexy.html' title='Smart is SEXY!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115463913731237692</id><published>2006-08-03T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:06:58.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stayin' Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Jason and I finally took a giant leap into the 1990's. We got cell phones. Sprint is the only service that works in our rural setting, so the choice of carriers was a simple one. We got these cute camera phones for free with the standard 2 year agreement. (Jason's is NOT pink, BTW. Mine is! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm all excited about the free nights and weekends, of course. But what really got me going was the ringtones. My friend Jamie has a really cool program that allows you to turn any song into a ringtone. I was all about that. I even purchased a Bee Gees song from iTunes. My friend Bari requires a Bee Gees song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The problem? I can't get the darn thing to work. I get the ringtone set, send it to my phone, but it won't download. Grrrr. Is the problem Sprint? I have no clue. What good is a kicky pink cell phone if I can't make it play the Bee Gees? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm open to suggestions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115463913731237692?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115463913731237692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115463913731237692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115463913731237692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115463913731237692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/stayin-alive.html' title='Stayin&apos; Alive'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115462000008131187</id><published>2006-08-03T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T11:46:40.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kokology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a big fan of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0684871483/103-6961773-7391825?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;kokology&lt;/a&gt;. It's pop psychology in a party game. Try these:

1. A DAY TO REMEMBER: The flowers you wore to the prom are faded and brittle, an uncomfortable number of the faces in the yearbook look unfamiliar, and most of the things you learned in trigonometry seemed to vanish from your memory the instant you handed in the final to be graded. But some memories from high school stay fresh in everyone's minds, always readily available whenever the urge for a trip down memory lane should strike.
Think back on your high school graduation ceremony. Which of the following images stands out most clearly in your mind?

a. The face of the principal handing out diplomas and shaking hands
b. The banner reading, "Congratulations Class of XXXX"
c. The ranks of students standing proudly in their caps and gowns
d. The playing of the graduation march &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
2. LOOK OUT BELOW: Keeping plants offers us the chance to give without any promise of reciprocation, gratitude, or reward. It's true that they ask for little-just some water and sunlight-but in a material sense they give even less in return. Nonetheless, houseplants enjoy a popularity that seems out of proportion to any decorative function they might perform. Perhaps we keep them because they fill a very human need; the need to be needed.
A potted plant you've been keeping on your balcony falls over the ledge it was sitting on. You run outside to survey the damage. What do you see?

a. The plant landed on the ground upright and intact.
b. The pot broke, but the plant seems to have survived the fall.
c. The pot and plant are both smashed beyond recovery.
d. For some strange reason, there is no sign of either the plant or the pot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

Take the little quiz. Leave your answers in the comments and all will be revealed Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115462000008131187?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115462000008131187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115462000008131187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115462000008131187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115462000008131187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/kokology.html' title='Kokology'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115446850627761272</id><published>2006-08-01T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:43:51.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psych me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I followed the link on &lt;a href="http://reflecthisglory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla's &lt;/a&gt;blog and took a personality test. I have to say, its pretty much dead on. I'm always amazed at how these simple test peg me so easily. I suppose I"m not as complicated as I like to pretend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scroll your mouse over the image to see how I scored. Anyone surprised by the results?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 200px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 200px"&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Attention to Style" style="LEFT: 0px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 69px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 71px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #121212"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Authoritarianism" style="LEFT: 69px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 68px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 71px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8218ed"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Confidence" style="LEFT: 137px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 63px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 71px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e61717"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very Aesthetic" style="LEFT: 0px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 94px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 71px; HEIGHT: 45px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #7be016"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Spontenaiety" style="LEFT: 0px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 94px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 116px; HEIGHT: 43px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #16dbdb"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Extroversion" style="LEFT: 0px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 94px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 159px; HEIGHT: 41px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #d916d9"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Masculinity" style="LEFT: 94px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 61px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 71px; HEIGHT: 64px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1677d9"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title="  Imaginative" style="LEFT: 155px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 45px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 71px; HEIGHT: 64px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #bd6813"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Empathy" style="LEFT: 94px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 63px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 135px; HEIGHT: 40px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ba1366"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Trust" style="LEFT: 94px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 63px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 175px; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1010a3"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Agency" style="LEFT: 157px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 23px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 135px; HEIGHT: 44px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #0f960f"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Openness" style="LEFT: 180px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 20px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 135px; HEIGHT: 44px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #0f9451"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Femininity" style="LEFT: 157px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 43px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 179px; HEIGHT: 21px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #94940f"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 200px; POSITION: relative; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Genuine&lt;/a&gt; Visionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115446850627761272?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115446850627761272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115446850627761272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115446850627761272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115446850627761272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/08/psych-me_01.html' title='Psych me!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115437317610807939</id><published>2006-07-31T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:41:40.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayley and Ruby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/psh2a.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/psh2a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grab the &lt;a title="(1629 hits)" href="http://tnchick.com/go.php?http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;photo hunt code&lt;/a&gt; or join the &lt;a title="(1284 hits)" href="http://tnchick.com/go.php?http://tnchick.com/archives/686"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week's theme: Animals

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/Hayle&amp;Ruby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/Hayle%26Ruby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Hayley found this beautiful hummingbird lying on the ground near the lake. Of course, she couldn't just leave it there. She brought it home and tried her very best to nurse it back to health. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to save it. Ruby the hummingbird only lived 4 more days. We buried her in the backyard in a ceremony worthy of such a noble creature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ruby was a special experience for the whole family. How many little girls get to kiss a hummingbird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/11972731-115437317610807939?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115437317610807939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115437317610807939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115437317610807939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115437317610807939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/hayley-and-ruby.html' title='Hayley and Ruby'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115418859152831427</id><published>2006-07-29T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:56:31.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Traci, do you ever wonder what other people are into?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-man.html"&gt;Yeah, Man&lt;/a&gt;. I check out &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/trends"&gt;www.google.com/trends&lt;/a&gt;. This website allows you to search key words to find who's checking out what and where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Harrison Ford is most popular in Atlanta, GA.  Blog skins searches are all the rage in Mylasia. Salt Lake City, UT leads the way in searches for Star Wars toys. Austin, TX peaks the chart for Dell laptop information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go to the site and see what people all around the world think is cool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115418859152831427?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115418859152831427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115418859152831427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115418859152831427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115418859152831427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-man_29.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115409114362430186</id><published>2006-07-28T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:54:06.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ASL in the spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Six years ago, when I came to work for this organization they were building a new website. My new boss was bopping around with his digital camera taking pictures of everyone and everything. I asked him more than once to please not post my picture on the website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Several days later, a friend called to comment on the site. "Nice picture of you," he said. I quickly logged on the site. There I was, in full color. I went into nitro-panic mode. I skipped all the fun build to panic attack sypmtoms (nausea, anxiety, dizziness ) and went right into hyperventilation. I called my supervisor and begged him to intervene. I could not calm down until I knew the picture was down. I know most of my co workers never understood my issue. I'm not sure I understand it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a trust factor. There is an issue of control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was 6 years ago. Today I am taking a huge step. I am inviting you to view my ASL films on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. Most of the songs are by one of my favorite bands, &lt;a href="http://www.thirdday.com/"&gt;Third Day&lt;/a&gt;. The other 2 are songs I love to sign. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QByc71m370"&gt;Innocent&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fH8_VgEye78"&gt;Give&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHkl7UpEwbA"&gt;Cry Out To Jesus&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArFb6Z9A9EI"&gt;Your Love Oh Lord&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kMne7hErh9g"&gt;Love Song&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2aUadRoAMI"&gt;If You Want Me To&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7FvhF29AEE"&gt;Give Me Jesus&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope you love the songs, but if you don't, its fine. I believe this little project was for my benefit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115409114362430186?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115409114362430186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115409114362430186&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115409114362430186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115409114362430186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/asl-in-spotlight.html' title='ASL in the spotlight'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115401447753195005</id><published>2006-07-27T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:05:55.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock N Roll ACTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/psh2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/psh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the photo hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Join the blogroll.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The theme this week is ACTION. I considered several different subjects and decided on a concert photo. The energy level at a Third Day show is off the charts! Rock ACTION! I snapped this photo of &lt;a href="http://www.marklee.typepad.com"&gt;Mark Lee&lt;/a&gt; in Arlington TX in July 2005. I posterized and tinted it for a 70's rock poster vibe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry the &lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt; Scavenger Hunt photo was posted on a Thursday. I'll do better next week, I promise. You can join the Scavenger Hunter by clicking &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115401447753195005?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115401447753195005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115401447753195005&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115401447753195005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115401447753195005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/rock-n-roll-action.html' title='Rock N Roll ACTION'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115350640991899637</id><published>2006-07-21T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:26:50.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised...Jason's review of THE RACONTUERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLD BUT NEW AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;

The hardest part about trying to describe an album you have already read multiple reviews of is not repeating what you have already read.  The Raconteurs have received so much press due to the membership of Jack White that it feels like you know their debut album before you even listen to it.  You have probably read reviews with descriptions such as “righteous” and “clever”.  Those descriptions are certainly true here.  Many reviews have stated that White, Brendan Benson, and the rhythm section have concocted a mixture of styles from the 1970s.  While it is true you hear echoes of Thin Lizzy, Zepplin (“Store Bought Bones”), Foghat, and even a little early Black Sabbath (the title track, “Broken Boy Soldier”), I think this album pays more tribute to the Beatles than anyone else.
The first track, “Steady , As She Goes” is as tightly crafted as anything the Fab Four recorded in the &lt;em&gt;Rubber Soul/Revolver&lt;/em&gt; days; and if you don’t find yourself tapping your foot, then you may be rhythmically challenged.  The second track, “Hands” sounds like the Beatles if Lennon and McCartney had grown up listening to Kurt Cobain (that’s a good thing, by the way).  “Intimate Secretary” could have come from &lt;em&gt;Sgt. Pepper&lt;/em&gt; and “Together” sounds as if someone found an unused demo from &lt;em&gt;Let It Be&lt;/em&gt; and turned it over to the Raconteurs to finish.
Now this may sound like I am taking something away from the band, but I’m not.  It is almost impossible to record anything in rock/pop music and not have it influenced by the Beatles.  The comparison is made easier here due to the format of two guitars, bass, drum as well as two vocalists who play off each other well.  It sounds as though these guys have been working together for years instead of being a new band.  Somehow, they manage to make these familiar sounds seem fresh.  Credit the rhythm section of Jack Lawrence and Patrick Keeler for keeping everything grounded while the guitars and vocals sometimes soar above the songs themselves.  The only song that seems a misstep is the closing track, “Blue Veins”.  Someone explain to me this current trend of having albums end on downbeat somber notes.
Every so often, someone has to record an album of solid, unpretentious, non-gimmicky songs that reminds us why rock music is the worldwide force it is.  If you are looking for that album, then the Raconteurs have it ready for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115350640991899637?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115350640991899637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115350640991899637&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115350640991899637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115350640991899637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-promisedjasons-review-of-racontuers.html' title='As Promised...Jason&apos;s review of THE RACONTUERS'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115349616194386138</id><published>2006-07-21T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:36:02.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"So, tell me, Traci. Any of the new fall line up catch your attention?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-man.html"&gt;"Yeah, Man!" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com"&gt;NBC&lt;/a&gt;'s new show &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/NBC_First_Look/Heroes/"&gt;HEROES&lt;/a&gt; has me jazzed. I'm a sucker for a superhero story. I love the idea of the ordinary person finding the exrtraordinary inside themselves. (In this case, with a little help from a solar eclipse and a renegade scientist.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Understand, I have no inside scoop. I am not saying this show will be great. I am only believing in the possibilities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115349616194386138?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115349616194386138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115349616194386138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115349616194386138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115349616194386138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-man_21.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115349432474898374</id><published>2006-07-21T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:13:10.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectives...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I spent about 2 hours in front of the camera. I filmed about 6 songs, 4 of which I'm happy with. The filming went well. Its so frustrating to get 3 minutes and 12 seconds into a 3 1/2 minute song and hit yourself in the eye while trying to look graceful. The vids will be edited this weekend (hopefully) and be posted by mid week. Don't hold me to that, I'm using free labor.
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You know what anorexia is, right? Not the the eating disorder side of it, the mental picture side of it. Anorexics see themselves as fat no matter how thin they are. Whatever the opposite of that is, I have it. I looked at the person on the video monitor and thought, "Who is THAT?" I swear it didn't look anything like me.
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I'm not fishing for compliments here. (You're kind, but really, don't bother.) What fascinates me is the distorted view we have of ourselves. Can I be honest and tell you something? I think I look better than I did on that screen.
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My friend &lt;a href="http://www.socompletely.blogspot.com"&gt;Pope&lt;/a&gt; and I decided its just an overload of positive self image. I imagine its a matter of perspective. When I am on the inside looking out, I feel confident. I like me. I could make some improvements, certainly, but as a whole I am happy with me. But when the angle is altered, when I'm on the outside looking in (in this case through a video monitor), its a different picture.
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Tell me. Am I alone on this? Is this just a woman thing? Does your self confidence get a bit banged up when your view changes?
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115349432474898374?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115349432474898374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115349432474898374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115349432474898374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115349432474898374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/perspectives.html' title='Perspectives...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115331894030371334</id><published>2006-07-19T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T10:29:44.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/DSCN0473RS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/DSCN0473RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/DSCN0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photo by Jason Ward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115331894030371334?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115331894030371334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115331894030371334&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115331894030371334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115331894030371334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/wordless-wednesday_115331894030371334.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115325748804930831</id><published>2006-07-18T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:19:45.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights! Camera! Music! Panic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thursday I begin a new project. I'm excited and so nervous I'm about to hyperventilate just thinking about it.
I will chose several songs by one of my favorite bands, &lt;a href="http://www.thirdday.com"&gt;Third Day&lt;/a&gt;, and video myself interpreting them. I plan to post the videos on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;. I chose Third Day because I know all their songs by heart and this offers a certain level of comfort. I also am counting on the support of &lt;a href="http://www.gomertopia.com"&gt;my friends and fellow fans.
&lt;/a&gt;Why so nervous? I've been interpreting for almost 8 years now. I have interpreted for large church services, funerals, weddings and important medical situations. But, I don't like to be recorded. There it is. Every flaw. Every misstep. Every amateur error for everyone to see.
Interpreting a song is taking the song and making it your own. I, as in interpreter, make certain assumptions about the writers intent. My eyes and facial expressions must portray the emotion of the song or it becomes flat.
I know I'll have nightmares. I'm at a meet and greet. Mac Powell walks toward me, frowning. "Hi Mac!" I'll say, smiling. He'll shake his head disapprovingly. "What you did with my song, Traci...not cool. Not. Cool."


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115325748804930831?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115325748804930831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115325748804930831&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115325748804930831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115325748804930831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/lights-camera-music-panic.html' title='Lights! Camera! Music! Panic!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115290521283563683</id><published>2006-07-14T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:27:46.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-man.html"&gt;Yeah, Man!&lt;/a&gt; for today?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.theraconteurs.com"&gt;The Raconteurs&lt;/a&gt;. Their CD is amazing. (Hopefully &lt;a href="http://www.soulshifters.blogspot.com"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; will write a review this weekend and I'll post it soon. My CD reveiws are so lame. ) Aside from a great CD, they have this super geek cool website. All you oldschool DOS fans will love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Check it out. Play around with the site and enjoy some tunes and videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115290521283563683?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115290521283563683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115290521283563683&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115290521283563683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115290521283563683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-man_14.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115290390500823099</id><published>2006-07-14T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:05:05.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scare Tactics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was talking to a friend the other day. She was telling me that her husband loves horror movies. I said I didn't understand why. Why would you enjoy being scared? I really don't get that.

Today, I watched a NBC promo and I tasted the bitterness of my own words. I think maybe I do like to be frightened in my own weird way.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/vincent_donofrio_narrowweb__200x288.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/320/vincent_donofrio_narrowweb__200x288.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vincent D'Onafrio is one of my favorite actors. I just love watching him. He fascinates me. Yes, I think he's sexy. (Its not all about the acting skills, is it , girls?) Want to know the dirty little secret? He scares me. Truly.

I feel sure if I ever found myself in the same room with him, I would begin to cry, because that's what I do when I'm scared. Not scared as in being afraid to approach a famous person. I mean frightened, terrified. And yet, I watch his movies and never miss him on Law &amp;amp; Order: CI.

Maybe I understand the horror movie junkies better than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115290390500823099?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115290390500823099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115290390500823099&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115290390500823099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115290390500823099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/scare-tactics.html' title='Scare Tactics'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115272773756770974</id><published>2006-07-13T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:38:09.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am is what I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While trying to answer a questions posed on the comments of &lt;a href="http://marklee.typepad.com/this_guy_falls_down/2006/07/wkrn_blog_party.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;little quiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may not know what I'm to be called, but at least I have my color scheme right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/purple.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;
You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.
You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.
You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although I take issue with that last sentence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115272773756770974?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115272773756770974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115272773756770974&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115272773756770974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115272773756770974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-i-am-is-what-i-am.html' title='What I am is what I am'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115265252295343691</id><published>2006-07-12T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:35:48.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/DSCF2712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/DSCF2712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photo by Jacinda Applewaite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115265252295343691?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115265252295343691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115265252295343691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115265252295343691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115265252295343691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115256713778346730</id><published>2006-07-10T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:32:20.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Guys Finish Last</title><content type='html'>Green Day &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/greenday/niceguysfinishlast.html"&gt;sang it&lt;/a&gt;. Leo Durocher said it. (&lt;a href="http://www.ralphkeyes.com/pages/books/niceguys/index.htm"&gt;or did he&lt;/a&gt;?) &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, they're wrong. You want proof? These are two of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a great testimony to character, when the first thing anyone says at the mention of your name is, "He is such a GREAT guy". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my &lt;a href="http://www.soulshifters.blogspot.com"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thirdday.com"&gt;David Carr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/320/David%26Jason.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115256713778346730?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115256713778346730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115256713778346730&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115256713778346730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115256713778346730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/nice-guys-finish-last.html' title='Nice Guys Finish Last'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115230622421956889</id><published>2006-07-07T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:03:44.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Haze-stacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You'll notice a change around here today. I liked the previous color scheme, but it felt a little gender nuetral. I like being a girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purple.com"&gt;Purple&lt;/a&gt; was a fine choice, I thought. Purple snipits: If you care, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purple"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; has some great insight on the purple vs violet debate. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0064430227/104-7972880-6320744?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Harold and the Purple Crayon &lt;/a&gt;is one of my favorite childrens books. Nothing rhymes with purple. (I think turtle is darn close, though...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So enjoy the purpleness of it all. Say nice things about it in the comments section. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115230622421956889?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115230622421956889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115230622421956889&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115230622421956889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115230622421956889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/purple-haze-stacks.html' title='Purple Haze-stacks'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115229902887345532</id><published>2006-07-07T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:23:51.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, Traci! Ever have those random thoughts that never quite get where they're going?
Yeah, Man!

Cool things I should have already told you about.

1) iPod 5th generation users NEED &lt;a href="http://http://handbrake.m0k.org/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; program. Handbrake allows you to upload your DVDs to iPod. I own these things! They're mine! I should be able to watch them anytime I please.

2) Personal mini-fans are gay. I grant you that, but when its 102 degrees in the shade. They rock. So unless you're looking to impress one of the 11,000 people surrounding you at the next outdoor rock show, pack one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
3) Cool chick music: &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/musicl?lid=ql4WwRt8DtD&amp;aid=Ql2YVOvLx2F&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;oi=music&amp;amp;ct=result"&gt;Edie Brickell/Volacano&lt;/a&gt;

4) &lt;a href="http://www.recipegal.com/thai-tea/"&gt;Thai tea&lt;/a&gt;. Not telling you this long ago is my most grievous misstep. Thai tea is a strong brewed iced tea with a shot of half and half. Creamy and energizing. Seek it out.

I give and give around here. How about you tell ME something cool I don't know about? Come on, people. Dazzle me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115229902887345532?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115229902887345532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115229902887345532&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115229902887345532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115229902887345532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-man.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115184683288745781</id><published>2006-07-02T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T14:24:25.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coolest Birthday EVAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This has been the coolest birthday to date! &lt;a href="http://www.thirdday.com"&gt;My favorite band&lt;/a&gt; led 11,000 people in wishing me a happy birthday. How cool is THAT?!?!
This first one is Sarah's video. Thanks for catching it, Sarah. :)

&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xK2x0JC79cM" width="500" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;

This is the same clip from Jason's persecptive. See the camera man waving at me? I was on the big screen. Yes, I was. :)

&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HxpHmyz4DCY" width="500" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115184683288745781?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115184683288745781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115184683288745781&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115184683288745781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115184683288745781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/07/coolest-birthday-evah.html' title='The Coolest Birthday EVAH!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115161121037402516</id><published>2006-06-29T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:26:50.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Blogs are nothing if not self-indulgent. Keep that in mind...


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/birthdaygirl_close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

"Traci, are you planning a big birthday celebration?"

Yeah, Man! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today's Yeah, Man! is...well...ME! Sunday is my 37th birthday and I'm leaving you with this post as I go off to celebrate. Jason is taking me away for the weekend. He promises fun surprises to mark the occasion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Every birthday is a gift, every year a precious treasure. It doesn't matter if you're 16 or 60, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CELEBRATE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115161121037402516?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115161121037402516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115161121037402516&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115161121037402516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115161121037402516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeah-man_29.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115134789431523890</id><published>2006-06-26T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:58:53.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Fluffy's not too chocolatey chocolate cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever noticed that chocolate cake can be a tad weighty? Don't get me wrong, I love chocolate, but sometimes its just too much of a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try this recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 box of white cake mix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 box chocolate instant pudding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/3 cup cold milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 package chocolate chips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 container Cool Whip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Add pudding mix, chocolate chips and milk to the cake mix. Prepare according to cake mix instructions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the cake cools, top it with cool whip and a handfull of chocolate chips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a nice, lighter alternative to a heavy, iced chocolate cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115134789431523890?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115134789431523890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115134789431523890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115134789431523890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115134789431523890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/uncle-fluffys-not-too-chocolatey.html' title='Uncle Fluffy&apos;s not too chocolatey chocolate cake'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115092277262086892</id><published>2006-06-21T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:24:35.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Traci, do you know any cool ways to discover new sounds?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-man.html"&gt;Yeah, Man!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like a good little lemming, I joined &lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.com"&gt;Last.fm&lt;/a&gt;. I'm digging it so far. My favorite feature is the personal radio station set up. Type in the names of a few of your faves and it plays music similar to those artists. Pretty cool way to discover new bands (and genres, if you're bold). Apparently, I should be into a group called Spoon. I'll delve into that a bit more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My least favorite feature? It's so public. There it is! My playlist! For all the world to see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, in the spirit of submersion therapy, I have posted the updating chart on my sidebar. What does it tell you about me this week? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Check out last.fm and tag me as a friend. I'm Calicogirl, BTW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115092277262086892?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115092277262086892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115092277262086892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115092277262086892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115092277262086892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeah-man_21.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115081910491812204</id><published>2006-06-20T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:58:24.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Supreme Court ROCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(June 6, 2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paul Reed Smith Guitars has announced that the United States Supreme Court today denied Gibson Guitar's final appeal of a Court of Appeals decision upholding PRS' right to make a single cutaway-style guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read the article &lt;a href="http://news.harmony-central.com/Newp/2006/PRS-Guitars-Gibson-Lawsuit.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I confess, I know nothing about guitars. I'm one of the 'idiots' who wouldn't be able to tell the difference. But Jason mentions this lawsuit from time to time and I thought I would make some 'see I pay attention!' points with this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115081910491812204?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115081910491812204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115081910491812204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115081910491812204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115081910491812204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/supreme-court-rocks.html' title='The Supreme Court ROCKS'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115040012587699181</id><published>2006-06-16T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T09:07:24.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"So, Traci, do you know any cool artists?"

&lt;a href="http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-man.html"&gt;Yeah, Man!&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.spiritinspiredworks.com/aboutartist.html"&gt;Vanessa Wright Hollifield&lt;/a&gt; is an incredibly gifted artists I met this spring. Her use of color and shape will amaze you. She creates works based on scripture. The inspiration for each piece is brought to life in a graceful display of words and color.

"My work is an expression of faith through art...Nothing says it better than the color, clarity, and texture of glass."

Check out &lt;a href="http://www.spiritinspiredworks.com/home.html"&gt;her site&lt;/a&gt;. Browse. Buy.

She sometimes sends me pictures of her newest pieces. I considered sharing them with you here, but I'm selfish. I want to possess them a bit longer before they go up on her site and I am made to share. You'll just have to forgive me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115040012587699181?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115040012587699181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115040012587699181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115040012587699181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115040012587699181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeah-man_16.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115030732008288268</id><published>2006-06-14T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:50:01.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those crazy kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When it came out in Britain in December, the Mosquito sound system was supposed to be the sonic equivalent of a "no loitering" sign. Its annoying, high-pitched sound -- which many adults can't hear but most young people can -- would act as a teen repellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Now, teens are staging a worldwide rebellion: Downloading the sound, or another ring tone in that same high-frequency range, allows them to hear their cellphones ring when their parents and teachers (mostly) cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/06/13/AR2006061301557.html"&gt;Read the article here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115030732008288268?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115030732008288268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115030732008288268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115030732008288268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115030732008288268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/those-crazy-kids.html' title='Those crazy kids!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115021211414664527</id><published>2006-06-13T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:21:54.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew 6:21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."    Matthew 6:21 KJV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Notice Jesus didn't say, 'where your heart is, you will put your treasure'. No, the treasure comes first, the heart follows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a spiritual level, our treasures and hearts are toward Heaven. Our blessings are to be shared with the intent of winning others to Christ. Our hearts should long for the day we are with Him. Most Christians understand this and have no trouble showing proof of this attitude in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But what about the practical less spiritual applications? Where are your treasures while you're here? Careful what you invest your treasures in. Your time. Your money. Your emotions. Because your heart will surely follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Message says it this way: It's obvious, isn't it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the last few days, I've been thinking about where my treasure is and where I want to end up being. I'll be making a few changes around my storehouse and a course correction or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115021211414664527?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115021211414664527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115021211414664527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115021211414664527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115021211414664527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/matthew-621.html' title='Matthew 6:21'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115014595066873404</id><published>2006-06-12T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:12:47.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two of newest faves are making the late night scene this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight, June 13: &lt;a href="http://catpowerthegreatest.com"&gt;Cat Power&lt;/a&gt; - David Letterman (CBS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday, June 14: &lt;a href="http://kttunstall.com"&gt;KT Tunstall &lt;/a&gt;- Jay Leno (NBC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And an old friend from high school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thursday, June 15: &lt;a href="http://bunnymen.com"&gt;Echo &amp;amp; the Bunnymen &lt;/a&gt;- Craig Ferguson (CBS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115014595066873404?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115014595066873404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115014595066873404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115014595066873404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115014595066873404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/late-night-alert.html' title='Late night alert'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-115013077039963905</id><published>2006-06-12T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:14:11.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The Hedge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/over-the-hedge-20060216092038989-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/320/over-the-hedge-20060216092038989-000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason and I saw this movie over the weekend and we loved it. Honestly, I can't remember the last time I laughed so much at a movie theatre.

A family of hibernating creatures awakens to spring and begin preparing for the gathering of food for the oncoming winter (273 days 'til winter!). Only to discover STEVE. STEVE is the hedge, designed to keep wilderness and suburban sprawl humanely separated.

It is the formula animation film. All the standard moral lessons apply: Family is most important. Good prevails. Even the worst among us is not beyond redemption. Real beauty is inside. Etc.

Dreamworks doesn't take any real chances in this film. The characters are tailor made for the actors giving them voice. Gary Shandling's Vern the turtle is the cautious leader of this interspecies family. Bruce Willis is the cocky, swaggering con man (con racoon?) who leads them all into danger. Steve Carrell is the ADHD squirrel. The angry black skunk is voiced by Wanda Sykes. Eugene Levy and Catherine O'Hare play the parents of a nice midwestern porcupine family, complete with triplets. Avril Lavigne's turn as Heather the teenage opossum is dead on. (Pun intended.)
William Shatner steals the show as Ozzie, the opossum who takes great pride in playing dead. He doesn't just play dead, he PLAYS dead. Ozzie has that Shakespearean quality that lends itself to a long and dramatic death scene.

Go see this movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some of my favorite lines to watch for:
"You're the devil." Vern
"But I like the cookie!" Hammy
"Rosebud..." Ozzie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-115013077039963905?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/115013077039963905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=115013077039963905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115013077039963905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/115013077039963905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/over-hedge.html' title='Over The Hedge'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114962088480935240</id><published>2006-06-06T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:13:01.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 iPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apple continues their partnership with the Irish rockers. The special edition iPod is a standard 5th generation with 30GB, storage for 7,500 songs, 25,000 photos and 75 hours of video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What isn't standard? The color scheme: a sleek black casing with a red wheel. Still trying to decide what to have laser engraved on the back of your new toy? The U2 iPod settles that for you. Engraved on the back are the signatures of the band. This model also comes with access to an exclusive 30 minute U2 video. If you were holding out for the next big iPod thing...this is it!

Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipod/u2/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114962088480935240?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114962088480935240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114962088480935240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114962088480935240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114962088480935240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/u2-ipod.html' title='U2 iPod'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114952054460673013</id><published>2006-06-05T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:03:17.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Springsteen - We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bruce Springsteen was the voice of my teenage years. His music was the soundtrack for midnight rides on backroads with the windows down. Singing "no retreat, no surrender" at the top of our voices. "We learned more from a three minute record, baby, than we ever learned in school."

That voice, raw and still undomesticated sings a different song now. Springsteen has released &lt;a href="http://amazon.com"&gt;WE SHALL OVERCOME: The Seeger sessions&lt;/a&gt;. I will not pretend to have a vast knowledge of folk music or Pete Seeger's catalog. Others, more qualified, can address the resurgence of the folk movement and Springsteen's contribution.

I speak from a purely emotional stand point. (The same way I review all music.) I love this album! I love the comfort of it. I am thrilled that Springsteen has followed me into adulthood with an album of stories and history. The ballads Jesse James and Mrs. McGrath bring you to a campfire as the gifted storyteller recounts the life of a famous outlaw and a wounded seaman. The Dixieland Jazz sound of Jacob's Ladder sends the Gospel tune into a new genre of undefined boozey, rowdy religion. My favorite track, O Mary Don't You Weep falls into that undefined category as well. Should you dance? Lift your arms in praise? Or raise your glass? All options are open to you.

The rebellious spirit I fell in love with 20+ years ago is not absent. Pay Me My Money Down, Eyes On The Prize and the title track all speak to that spark that never really leaves us once ignited. Did Bruce follow me into adulthood or did I follow him? Did he push me? I can't say for sure. But either way we both seem to be shining in this new station of life. I think I'll go for a drive, roll down the window and sing out, "Froggy went a courtin', and he did ride, uh huh/Sword and pistol by his side, uh huh..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114952054460673013?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114952054460673013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114952054460673013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114952054460673013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114952054460673013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/bruce-springsteen-we-shall-overcome.html' title='Bruce Springsteen - We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114929688196554536</id><published>2006-06-02T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:40:38.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Today's Yeah, man! goes out to my friend Jamie.

Question: Are you willing to go ALL out? Are you ready to humiliate yourself on the world wide web to win a meet and greet? Are you prepared to go the distance?

Answer: Yeah, man! &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/merere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jason suggest a caption contest. Any takers? Caption this picture of Jamie. WINNER  gets a 'pirate-y' prize. Come on! You know you want to....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114929688196554536?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114929688196554536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114929688196554536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114929688196554536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114929688196554536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeah-man.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114919768931682547</id><published>2006-06-01T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T17:34:49.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The guardians of Campbell's Dairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/cats3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/cats3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114919768931682547?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114919768931682547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114919768931682547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114919768931682547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114919768931682547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/06/guardians-of-campbells-dairy.html' title='The guardians of Campbell&apos;s Dairy'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114874972205134678</id><published>2006-05-27T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:26:15.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X3: The Last Stand (4 out of 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;X3 begins 20 years in the past. We watch Charles Xavier (a digitally remastered Patrick Stewart looking fantastic at 45!) and Eric/Magneto encounter Jean Grey for the first time. Jean Grey is the most powerful of all mutants. She has immense and undetermined powers even at a young age.

Fast-forward 10 years. A young boy, the future Angel, works frantically with cutting tools and bandages to rid himself of his mutation. He awkwardly saws away the sprouting wings on his back. His father discovers him and is obviously disappointed his son is not human.

Fast forward again to the not so distant future. The young boy’s father has created a cure for mutation. One injection will reverse the cellular damage, turning mutants into humans.

Magneto rallies an army of mutants to destroy the now weaponized cure. The usual suspects, Mystique and Pyro are joined by Juggernaut, Multiple Man and various other militant mutants. Jean Grey returns from the grave as Phoenix. Jean’s alter ego joins Magneto. A civil war among mutants begins.

I give X3 4  stars. It accomplished the goal of a good comic book adaptation. It kept the geeks happy with subtle references and true to the history characters and it entertained an X Men novice such as myself.

My favorite scene in the film occurs in the final battle sequence. Wolverine, Storm and Beast find themselves staring at three vials of the cure. The camera pans as each character looks to the vial, then to their companions. Storm voiced her opinion when a cure was announced. “There’s nothing to cure! There’s nothing wrong with you!” Beast countered, “Some of us cannot hide as easily as others.” A sharp contrast is made between Storm’s obvious beauty and Beast’s blue-skinned furriness. Wolverine’s reaction carries the most impact. Taking the cure would not make him human. His skeletal alterations were done surgically. As Wolverine stares at the antidote for mutation, we see a longing for what can never be: normality.

Highlights:
*Kelsey Grammar as Dr. Henry McCoy: The Character of Beast had the potential of becoming (for lack of a better word) cartoonish. Grammar’s portrayal of Beast allowed the human side of the furry blue creature to shine through effortlessly.
*If you are a Hugh Jackman fan, this entire film is a highlight. He is the star.

Lowlights:
*The Jean Grey scenes were a bit too “Carrie-at-the-prom”. She levitates and glows red as her hair swirls around her. Objects and people shatter.
*Rattner-ism. Director Brett Rattner cannot resist a bad one-liner. He loves to remind us he was once a 14-year-old boy.
*Magneto telepathically picks up and moves the Golden Gate Bridge. This seemed a bit over the top, even for a comic book movie. But as Jason pointed out, “It is Ian McKellan. And you know how much the old queen loves the drama.”

Go see X3. It’s worth the price of admission.

A few asides:
*We owe Brett Rattner an apology. (We made some rather vicious RUSH HOUR jokes.)
*The special effects people impressed my hubby with the true to character fighting style of Beast.
*Why does Wolverine’s shirt disintegrate but his pants are indestructible?
*“Here comes the message! Don’t miss the message! This is the message!” –Nitpicker’s Guide ST:TNG

Other reviews &lt;a href="http://www.aint-it-cool-news.com/display.cgi?id=23292"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. View the trailer &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/tls/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114874972205134678?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114874972205134678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114874972205134678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114874972205134678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114874972205134678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/x3-last-stand-4-out-of-5.html' title='X3: The Last Stand (4 out of 5)'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114857495821160036</id><published>2006-05-25T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:36:34.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It #70</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It's difficult for people to get rid of junk. They get attached to things and let them define who they are. If there's one thing I've learned in this business, it's that you are what you can't let go of." - Brian Scudamore, Founder and CEO of 1-800-GOT JUNK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can't you let go of? What are you? Are you satisfied with your answer? No? What are you planning on doing about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114857495821160036?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114857495821160036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114857495821160036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114857495821160036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114857495821160036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/way-i-see-it-70.html' title='The Way I See It #70'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114821460402877682</id><published>2006-05-20T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:28:53.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jason and I had the opportunity to travel to Atlanta this weekend to sing in a Gomer choir. Third Day fans from around the country met in a recording studio with the band and provided backing vocals, encouragement and some Christmas spirit for the upcoming release.

After the session, I had a few questions for guitarist Mark Lee. Click on the audio button below to hear the mini-interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/100_0926.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/100_0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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Thanks to everyone involved for involving us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114821460402877682?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114821460402877682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114821460402877682&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114821460402877682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114821460402877682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/christmas-in-may.html' title='Christmas in May'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114817476988875257</id><published>2006-05-20T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:26:09.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/101114/360406.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114817476988875257?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114817476988875257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114817476988875257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114817476988875257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114817476988875257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114813143739768093</id><published>2006-05-20T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T08:22:41.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay tuned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a class="audLink" href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/101114/360044.mp3"&gt;&lt;img class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114813143739768093?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114813143739768093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114813143739768093&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114813143739768093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114813143739768093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay tuned...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114805040851557365</id><published>2006-05-19T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:54:42.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>"Are you into that whole introspective thing, Traci?"
"Yeah, man!"

Check out &lt;a href="http://inexorablyloved.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;'s post about &lt;a href="http://inexorablyloved.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-life-list.html"&gt;LIFE LISTS&lt;/a&gt;. Take inventory of your life. You might learn something about yourself.

Here are some excerpts from my LIFE LIST. You can learn something about ME.

1. Visit Ireland
2. Hear Paul Simon sing LIVE
3. Become an American Sign Language interpreter &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[check]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
4. Write a devotional for girls
5. Take voice lessons
6. Sell something I've written
7. Be published on NPR &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[check]
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;8. Learn to play an instrument
9. Attend a movie premiere
10. Take an art history class
11. Read The Complete Works of Shakespeare &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[check]
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;12. Take a part in a community theatre production
13. See a cure for Rhumatoid Arthritis
14. Understand complex baseball plays
15. Celebrate my 50th wedding anniversary
16. See Paris again I would appreciate it so much more now
17. See a play on Broadway
18. Grow a breath taking tulip garden
19. Learn to swing dance
20. Design a line of hip bohemian clothes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114805040851557365?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114805040851557365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114805040851557365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114805040851557365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114805040851557365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeah-man_19.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114797946213806913</id><published>2006-05-18T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:34:58.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Asides</title><content type='html'>*I'm changing my hair style...again. I'm thinking of this. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/cut01.jpg"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/cut01.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/cut01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I cut my hair like this, will I look all dreamy and distant, too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*I'm headed to Atlanta Saturday to see these guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What could be better? Seeing THESE guys... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/we%20miss%20Traci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Feel better soon, Bari. We need you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*I'm seriously digging my new laptop, a Dell inspiron 6400. This puppy ROCKS. More on that later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;* One of these days I'm going to learn to swing dance. I think its just the coolest thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/dancers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*Jason told me the other day I need something more hip on my CD list. He said my 'list of old guys' made me seem old. I like THE KILLERS. Does that make me hip?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Unless you're touring the kitchen with the Royal Shakespeare Company, you can stop with the asides." -Will, Will &amp;amp; Grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114797946213806913?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114797946213806913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114797946213806913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114797946213806913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114797946213806913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/asides.html' title='Asides'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114789505674930901</id><published>2006-05-17T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:44:16.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The incredible edible egg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been that kind of day. You know the kind? When this sort of thing makes you laugh hysterically...

&lt;a href="http://61.107.1.124/winopen_ani/eggsong.htm"&gt;http://61.107.1.124/winopen_ani/eggsong.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114789505674930901?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114789505674930901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114789505674930901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114789505674930901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114789505674930901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/incredible-edible-egg.html' title='The incredible edible egg!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114727545270825764</id><published>2006-05-10T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T13:49:46.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guru thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In an interview with &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5388038"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.paulsimon.com"&gt;Paul Simon&lt;/a&gt; relayed this discussion he had with a 'guru' friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"We start to talk and I say, 'What actually is going on? Because the stuff that I'm saying to myself sometimes is pretty nasty. And its interfering...Its interfering with a lot of stuff. '. I was particularly talking about work, but actually it interferes with a lot of stuff. And he said, "You know, that's a very typical thing and it happens with writers all the time. Its the inner voice and the inner voice is extremely harsh and very arrogant and very negative. And because you hear it from inside you, you think its true, because its coming from &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; you.'. 'But', he said, 'its not really true.' He said, "This is my trick. Take a voice that you think is very funny. I don't know what voice you think is funny....But let's say its Buggs Bunny. And take that voice and put it on the sole of your shoe and then say all these negative things that you have to say. Let it come from that place. Then you'll get the perspective about how much you should pay attention to that." I've found it a very interesting, useful piece of thinking."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114727545270825764?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114727545270825764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114727545270825764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114727545270825764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114727545270825764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/guru-thinking.html' title='Guru thinking'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114675527865771260</id><published>2006-05-09T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:19:00.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of my mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There has been a reoccuring theme in my life over the last few days: Regrets. I had a conversation with a friend about the ever popular statement, "If I had it to do over again...". On my Google homepage I found &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Overcome-Serious-Regrets"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article waiting for me this morning. A preacher reminded me recently to worry for nothing, but pray about all things. And finally, last night &lt;a href="http://www.radneyfoster.com"&gt;Radney Foster &lt;/a&gt;offered the following words of wisdom. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of My Mistakes written by Radney Foster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of my mistakes I made stone cold sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of my mistakes I made at closing time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half the time I never saw it coming till it was over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of my mistakes I made with love on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of my mistakes I swear I should've known better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of my mistakes were made just among friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You get a little distance on it, truth gets clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of my mistakes, hell I'd probably make 'em again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I had it all to do over, I'm sure I'd win and lose just as much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'd spend a lot less time on right and wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And a lot more time on love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of my mistakes I made cause I was moving too quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of them were made cause my heart moved too slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody can tell you a damn thing if you ain't listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of my mistakes I made because I couldn't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHORUS TWICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of my mistakes I'd give anything to change how it ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half of my mistakes, God I wouldn't change a single thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can lean to hard on regret, but I don't recommend it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause half the good things in my life came from half of my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, a lot of good things in my life came from half of my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114675527865771260?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114675527865771260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114675527865771260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114675527865771260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114675527865771260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/half-of-my-mistakes.html' title='Half of my mistakes'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114677556396401869</id><published>2006-05-08T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:50:28.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilcoworld.net"&gt;Wilco&lt;/a&gt; is scheduled to appear on Late Night with Conan O'Brien on Friday, May 12. Plan to stay up late or set your VCR or program your TiVo or whatever it is you do. Just don't miss it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114677556396401869?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114677556396401869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114677556396401869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114677556396401869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114677556396401869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/late-night-alert.html' title='Late night alert'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114684297911818678</id><published>2006-05-05T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:29:43.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Do you like country music?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Yeah, Man!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like REAL country music. I like the sounds of altcountry, cowpunk, insurgent country...whatever it is. You can start &lt;a href="http://www.nodepression.net/music.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a taste of the altcountry sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With socially aware lyrics, low polish production and a pedigree of rock, punk and Hank     Williams, Sr. these artists operate outside the Nashville music machine. You may have to go off the beaten path to find them, but its a journey worth taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114684297911818678?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114684297911818678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114684297911818678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114684297911818678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114684297911818678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeah-man.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114675654027539041</id><published>2006-05-04T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:32:39.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nationald Day of Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/prayer.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/320/prayer.gif" 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/11972731-114675654027539041?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114675654027539041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114675654027539041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114675654027539041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114675654027539041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/nationald-day-of-prayer.html' title='A Nationald Day of Prayer'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114668176247623871</id><published>2006-05-03T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T09:09:50.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been hit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/1.html"&gt;Barbara &lt;/a&gt;tagged me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Never in my life: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ave I been as content as I am now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/3g3wardsrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
2. The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always manage to make me smile: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hayley, my niece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
3. High School was: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just a blip on the radar screen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
4. When I'm nervous: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I giggle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
5. My hair: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Is in the in-between stages of short and long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
6. When I was 5: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My parents divorced&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
7. Last Christmas: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jason gave me a 5th generation video iPod. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
8. When I turn my head left, I see: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Photos of the people I love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1117/1023/1600/IMG_0023%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. I should be: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Paying bills&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
10. When I look down I see: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my little fat, bare feet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
11. The craziest recent event was: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;losing Jamie. (Don't disappear w/o calling in first!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. If I were a character on Friends I'd be: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Phoebe, I guess, (more so than any other)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
13. I have a hard time understanding: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;people who are NEVER satisfied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
14. Take my advice: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chose wisely, the man you love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
15. My ideal breakfast is: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Biscuits and gravy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
16. If you visit the place I grew up: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You would think you had gone back in time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
17. If you spend the night at my house: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jason will make you pancakes for breakfast&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
18. I'd stop my wedding if: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I didn't laugh at least once during the ceremony&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
19. The world could do without: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bigotry and hate in the name of God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
20. Most recent thing you've bought yourself: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2 skirts (very 80's!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1117/1023/1600/May%2016%20018.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21. Most recent thing someone else bought for you: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My aunt just handed me a Winnie and friends coffee mug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1117/1023/1600/IMG_0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;22. My favorite blonde is: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1117/1023/1600/IMG_0162.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;23. My favorite brunette is: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
24. The last time I was drunk was: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;too long ago to remember.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
25. The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thinking about this one just weirds me out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
26. I shouldn't have been: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so hard on myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
27. Last night I: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;played Nancy Drew computer games with Hayley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
28. There's this girl I know who: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;is about to take Nashville by storm!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
29: I don't know: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;why I think anyone would be interested in these answers. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114668176247623871?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114668176247623871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114668176247623871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114668176247623871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114668176247623871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-been-hit.html' title='I&apos;ve been hit!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114659880162024572</id><published>2006-05-02T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:41:56.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci, magic tricks and the American way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know, I know. It's been almost 2 weeks since I peeked around the corner. I'll just use the old standby, "I've been busy" and we can leave it at that, okay?

I went to the polls today. It's the primary for local positions; County Mayor, Sheriff, Councilmen, etc. As I approached the doors of the school gymnasium, I was rushed by campaigners trying to hand me stickers, pens, and cards. I waved them away with a smile. "No need," I said. "I've already made my choices. Thank you, no." I walked on to the booth, did my civic duty and went on my way.
I thought about the uproar over The DaVinci code. Why do I not get myself in a knot about these things? Because I've already made my choices. Had I approached the polling station with doubt, those outside might have swayed me. A candidate with a smile and a firm handshake might have gotten my attention long enough to get my vote.
I'm looking forward to seeing The DaVinci Code in the theatre this month. I've made my choices about what I beleive. No slick presentation will change my mind. But like the Constable running for re-election who was doing magic tricks for the voters, it may entertain me for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114659880162024572?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114659880162024572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114659880162024572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114659880162024572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114659880162024572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-magic-tricks-and-american-way.html' title='Da Vinci, magic tricks and the American way'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114546055365892111</id><published>2006-04-19T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:03:49.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Capitol Albums Vol. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most bands issue 1 album a year. In 1965 Capitol released 4 American Beatles records. (The American versions differed from their British counterparts. Different philosophies and economics created a dual market.) These vinyl treasures were never released on CD. The Early Beatles (March 22), Beatles VI (June 14), HELP soundtrack (August 13) and Rubber Soul (December 6) are now being offered in a CD box set.

Many of the songs from THE EARLY BEATLES were recorded and released in 1962 and 1963 by VJ Records. After Capitol signed the Fab Four, VJ re-released these raw recordings in an attempt to take advantage of their increasing fame. Capitol sued and VJ Records eventually signed away all rights to The Beatles in a small settlement agreement. That will go down in history as the worst business deal ever made.

There is no version of BEATLES VI in England. Capitoal took songs from the Beatles For Sale (British edition) and created the American album BEATLES VI. After scavenging from British releases and left over soundtrack cuts the executives were still short 2 songs. The Beatles went into the studio to record and flesh out the album. They used 2 Larry Williams songs from their live show. BAD BOY is the stand out.

The HELP soundtrack released in America was a true soundtrack album. It featured 8 Beatles songs and 4 instrumental pieces performed by George Martin and his Orchestra. The opening track combines two 60's icons, James Bond and the Beatles. Does it get any better than that?

RUBBER SOUL is considered by many to be the Beatles first great album. This recording was offered in the US with a MONO and a STEREO mix. The box set offers both. RUBBER SOUL was the last album The Beatles allowed Capitol so much creative control.

1965 is my favorite era of Beatles history. I like the raw, simplicity of TWIST AND SHOUT and the playfulness of HELP. The folky rock of RUBBER SOUL is skirting the edge of disinterest for me. (I think its the sitar.) I'll be putting pennies aside for this purchase. Lots and lots and lots of pennies.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114546055365892111?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114546055365892111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114546055365892111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114546055365892111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114546055365892111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/04/capitol-albums-vol-2.html' title='The Capitol Albums Vol. 2'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114545709121847109</id><published>2006-04-19T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:39:50.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop selling God short!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you seen that Tshirt little kids wear? It reads, in childlike scrawl, "GOD DON"T MAKE JUNK". Cute, huh? But how many of us believe that?

&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;you formed me in my mother's womb.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I thank you, High God-you're breathtaking!&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Body and soul, I am marvelously made!&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I worship in adoration-what a creation!&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You know me inside and out,&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;you know every bone in my body;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;you know exactly how I was made, bib by bit,&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;how I was sculpted from nothing into something.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;all the stages of my life were spread out before you,&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;the days of my life all prepared&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;before I'd even lived one day.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Psalms 139 14-16, The Message&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Last weekend I met an artist, a lovely woman who works with stained glass. She explained to me how God had led her to become an artist full-time. I encouraged her, reminding her that God created her with an amazing talent to share. That talent was placed in her for a purpose. It is not vain to do what you were created to do and to take pride in that creation.
I was doing well. I was encouraging a Sister to follow God's plan for her. I was praising our God for creating us with talents and gifts. Then...I blew it. I didn't even realize what I had done until days later. I said, "I have zero artistic abilities." Then I'm sure I made some sort of lame self deprecating joke.
Several months ago I embroidered a baby quilt for a friend. I took the almost finished project to my Grandmother to ask her opinion on a particular stitch. She turned the quilt over in her hands, rubbing her wrinkled fingers across the backstitching, "This is good," she said. "for machine work."
(In my family that is the equivalent of calling some one the worst possible name you can imagine, whatever that may be!)
"Machine work?!?" I stammered. "No, ma'am. I stitched that by hand. Every stitch! By hand!" My Grandmother brought the quilt closer to her face and pulled gently at some of the long stitches. "Well, then," she said approvingly. "That's a different tale to tell. I'm a better teacher than I thought."
I come from a long line of gifted artists. We are quilters and embroidery experts by experience. God gave that talent to many women in my family and we pass it along to each generation. I sold God short in that conversation with my artist friend. I gave Him no credit for the ability He gave me.
God created everyone with a talent. Be bold in how you use it. Display your art. Play your music. Dazzle people with your brilliance. And when they brag on you, use that moment in the spotlight to teach someone GOD DON'T MAKE JUNK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114545709121847109?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114545709121847109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114545709121847109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114545709121847109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114545709121847109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-selling-god-short.html' title='Stop selling God short!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114530736409658725</id><published>2006-04-17T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:56:04.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Great Grandmother used to say, "Enough is enough and too much is nasty." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After 6 shows in less than 45 days, I'm ready to take a break from &lt;a href="http://www.thirdday.com"&gt;Third Day&lt;/a&gt; shows. It's not that there is anything wrong with seeing your favorite band 6 times in a little over a month. It's just wearing me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's summer time now. My niece is the catcher for the youth club softball team and I plan to be there to cheer her to a successful season. I feel like I haven't had dinner with my best friend in months. My flower bed is a weed paradise. There are other things to focus on and I'm looking forward to doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the fall, Hayley will again be MVP of the season on a winning team. My best friend and I will have spent hours and hours talking about nothing and ... well, to be honest, there isn't much hope for the flower bed. But I will have spent the summer doing things I love to do and the anticipation of a 40 city fall tour will have me jittery with excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114530736409658725?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114530736409658725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114530736409658725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114530736409658725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114530736409658725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/04/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is enough'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114493846773082034</id><published>2006-04-13T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:30:25.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's prom season and the drama is high. " Girl-A" can't find that perfect date. "Girl-B" can't find that perfect dress. "Boy-C" is refusing to attend and is getting tired of hearing about the fabled perfect dress.
Hearing my youth kids talk about prom brought back memories for me. I attended my senior prom in a red and black Scarlett O'Hare ensemble. (Allow me to remind you, it WAS 1987.) There was nothing particularly memorable about the night. I attended with my highschool boyfriend. I broke curfew. I can't for the life of me remember the theme song.
A few weeks after the prom the aforementioned boyfriend dumped me. I collected all the pictures, letters, gifts, etc into a pile and burned them in the backyard. For that reason, I don't think fondly on proms.
But all that is about to change! Jason is the Senior chaperone this year. We have decided to make an event of it. I'll be wearing a black velvet gown. (Much more elegant than the Scarlett get up, I assure you.) Jason will wear a matching black velvet blazer with his hip suit. We will dance and laugh. This will be a prom to remember.
I hope my dress fits. How should I do my hair? Who will be at out table? Who will have the most gorgeous dress?
It's prom season and the drama is high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114493846773082034?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114493846773082034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114493846773082034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114493846773082034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114493846773082034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-prom-season-and-drama-is-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114477345183253415</id><published>2006-04-11T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:37:31.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Footloose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.davidbessler.com/pulldown/pipecleaner_dance.html"&gt;http://www.davidbessler.com/pulldown/pipecleaner_dance.html&lt;/a&gt;

This is good for a giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114477345183253415?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114477345183253415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114477345183253415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114477345183253415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114477345183253415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/04/cut-footloose.html' title='Cut Footloose!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114441104903875387</id><published>2006-04-07T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T07:57:29.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yeah, Man!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday already? This week has hit me hard. I'm exhausted. Know where I can get a little boost? &lt;a href="http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-man.html"&gt;Yeah, Man&lt;/a&gt;!

&lt;a href="http://www2.coca-cola.com/presscenter/nr_20051207_corporate_blak.html"&gt;Coke Blak &lt;/a&gt;has hit the US market. Coke effervescence with coffee essence! Red Bull is so middle class. So 15 minutes ago. I'm sure all the beautiful people will be drinking Coke Blak.

Coke and coffee, together at last. Oh happy day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114441104903875387?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114441104903875387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114441104903875387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114441104903875387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114441104903875387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/04/yeah-man.html' title='&quot;Yeah, Man!&quot;'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114432764597569252</id><published>2006-04-06T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:47:43.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus loves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How can we begin to understand the love of Jesus?
Jesus reached people on their own levels. He spoke to them in terms they could understand. He told parables to farmers about seeds. He spoke to merchants using illustrations of money. He spoke of family to a culture that valued genealogy.
When some one tells you God loves you like a father, they are telling you the absolute truth. But if your father was the distant, unemotional type, how does that influence you? If I told you God loves you like a groom loves a bride on their wedding day, but you've never experienced that, it becomes a reference point and little else.
Please know that God loves you with an all consuming love. His love for you goes beyond anything you will ever understand, but try anyway. Try to understand. Find that illustration in the Bible that speaks to you. Do not allow yourself to feel less than, because you don't have the same experiences as those around you. Ask God to reveal to you, in a way that you can relate to, the depths of His love for you. And never, NEVER let anyone shake that faith.
I write this today secure in His love for me. Regardless of my understanding or yours, I know without a doubt My God loves me.

Shalom.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114432764597569252?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114432764597569252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114432764597569252&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114432764597569252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114432764597569252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/04/jesus-loves-me.html' title='Jesus loves me'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114418617397051209</id><published>2006-04-04T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:33:14.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee Road Trip 2006 Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We headed out Thursday for Knoxville, our first in a string of shows. Our seats were not where we had expected them to be. I had been told I had seats just right of center. Perhaps they need to better define 'just right of'. We were waaaaaay right of center. Water under the bridge...here are some shots from backstage before the show.


&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/100_0832.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/100_0832.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason with David Crowder:
We affectionately call David "a unique creation of God". David is amazing. I am thrilled to see him and DC*B at every show.
Jason has perfected his David Crowder impersonation. "You people are viscous on the inside. Evil, just evil."





&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/100_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/100_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who have never had a conversation with me, this is me with Mac Powell. I've seen the band in concert 18 times, had the opportunity to meet them several times and it never occurs to me to get a pic with the lead singer. This time I did. My mother is so jealous!
We have a little joke in my circles. When you talk to Mac, do NOT look into those beautiful blue eyes! I'm telling you, its a dangerous thing.



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Continuing in the Third Day motif, this is David Carr. It only takes a few minutes with David to realize he is a beautiful person inside and out. I like to refer to David as the 'all around good guy'.
He spoke at the after party Saturday night. If anyone in that room wasn't moved by what he said, they are made of stone.





&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/100_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/100_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is a Third Day show without a picture with The Doctor? I have no idea what's up with the smirks...I swear we were much happier than we appear in this photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's the Knoxville leg of the trip. Stay tuned for more from Tennessee Road Trip 2006. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114418617397051209?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114418617397051209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114418617397051209&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114418617397051209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114418617397051209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/04/tennessee-road-trip-2006-part-i.html' title='Tennessee Road Trip 2006 Part I'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114396277382872160</id><published>2006-04-02T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:09:12.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marty Freakin' Stuart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/marty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/320/marty3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Tonight we saw &lt;a href="http://www.thirdday.com"&gt;Third Day&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.davidcrowderband.com/"&gt;DC*B&lt;/a&gt; for the third show in as many nights. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I Saw the Light &lt;/span&gt;has been one of my favorite concert songs on this tour. Tonight Marty Stuart joined DC*B on stage. Guys! Marty Stuart! Dressed in a full length, tailored, lime green, fuchsia lined coat, he wowed the crowd with his mandolin skills. (And his fashion sense.)
After he left the stage, I had to sit down because I was shaking. What a shock! What a treat!
Click &lt;a href="http://media.putfile.com/Marty-Stuart-with-DCB"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see part of the video.
Check out his newest release &lt;a href="http://music.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?z=y&amp;amp;wrk=10230716"&gt;Souls' Chapel&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114396277382872160?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114396277382872160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114396277382872160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114396277382872160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114396277382872160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/04/marty-freakin-stuart.html' title='Marty Freakin&apos; Stuart'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114365791635657794</id><published>2006-03-30T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:43:39.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm posting my Friday feature a day early. Jason and I are on the road this weekend. We're following &lt;a href="www.thirdday.com"&gt;Third Day&lt;/a&gt; through Knoxville, Chattanooga and Nashville. With the added bonus of &lt;a href="http://www.donaldmillerwords.com/appearances.php"&gt;Donald Miller&lt;/a&gt;, this should be a great trip! Which leads me to my &lt;a href="http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-man.html"&gt;"Yeah,Man!"&lt;/a&gt; for this week:
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="www.mapquest.com"&gt;Road Trips&lt;/a&gt;!
Road trips are a great way to get time alone, or alone together. Jason and I have been taking road trips for a couple of years now. It has become a priority for us. Hours together, driving from point A to point B give us unique opportunities. We debate, discuss theology, literature, music and our favorite flavors of ice cream. Any trip over 3 hours warrants the singing of "The Day the Music Died". Yes, we know all the words. ;) Jason and I have been a couple for almost 14 years, but I learn something new about us every time we travel together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take a road trip with some one you want to know better. Enjoy the journey and the destination becomes all the more special.
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Happy travels!

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114365791635657794?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114365791635657794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114365791635657794&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114365791635657794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114365791635657794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeah-man_30.html' title='Yeah, Man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114366873502361872</id><published>2006-03-29T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:46:46.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhymin' Simon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/action/article?article_id=2768"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article in PASTE, Paul Simon will be releasing a new album in May. This is his first release since 2000's YOU'RE THE ONE.
Brian Eno, known for his work with U2, is producing. Eno was instrumental in helping U2 find that signature sound. Fourty plus years into his career Paul Simon continues to reinvent himself and his sound. I'm anxious to see what this collaboration brings.
A little Paul Simon trivia: Simon says his favorite lyric is "Toss me a cigarette/I think there's one in my raincoat", from the song &lt;em&gt;AMERICA&lt;/em&gt;.
My favorite Paul Simon lyric is from the song &lt;em&gt;Rene And Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After The War&lt;/em&gt;; "decades gliding by like Indians..."
Check out &lt;a href="http://www.ckk.chalmers.se/guitar/simon3.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site for the stories behind his songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114366873502361872?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114366873502361872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114366873502361872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114366873502361872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114366873502361872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/rhymin-simon.html' title='Rhymin&apos; Simon'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114365954584548886</id><published>2006-03-29T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T15:12:25.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xmission.com/~emailbox/images/self-confidence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.xmission.com/~emailbox/images/self-confidence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114365954584548886?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114365954584548886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114365954584548886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114365954584548886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114365954584548886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/faith-in-action.html' title='Faith in Action'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114355934045639345</id><published>2006-03-28T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:22:20.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we all need to be reminded</title><content type='html'>Go read &lt;a href="http://octagus.typepad.com/steph/2006/03/today_is_the_da.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114355934045639345?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114355934045639345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114355934045639345&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114355934045639345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114355934045639345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/because-we-all-need-to-be-reminded.html' title='Because we all need to be reminded'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114322856707124855</id><published>2006-03-24T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:29:27.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yeah, Man!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What does it for me this week? Podcasting!
I am digging deeper into things I love and learning about things I never knew existed. Check out &lt;a href="http://www,npr.org"&gt;NPR.org &lt;/a&gt;for podcasts about books, movies, pop culture and politics. My friend &lt;a href="http://ludwig57.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ali &lt;/a&gt;recommends &lt;a href="http://davekropf.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site. (You'll want to investigate this one for sure, David.)
I recently discovered &lt;a href="http://www.podcastpickle.com/"&gt;Podcast Pickle&lt;/a&gt;. It does most of the work for you. Whatever your interest, some one somewhere is podcasting about it.
iPods are capable of more than entertaining.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114322856707124855?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114322856707124855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114322856707124855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114322856707124855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114322856707124855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeah-man_24.html' title='&quot;Yeah, Man!&quot;'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114313481296787106</id><published>2006-03-23T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:47:00.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its an illusion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found these at &lt;a href="http://www.brainbashers.com/index.asp"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;puzzle site. I love 3D illusions. I could never see them before I got my glasses. Give these a try.
Hint: Turn your monitor off. Notice objects that reflect on the blank screen. When you turn your monitor on again and stare at the squares, search for and focus on those background objects.
Let me know what you find!

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/Cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/Horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/Horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114313481296787106?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114313481296787106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114313481296787106&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114313481296787106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114313481296787106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-illusion.html' title='Its an illusion!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114298173855174778</id><published>2006-03-21T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:55:38.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It began something like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Excuse me, Lord, but there's been a clerical error. There are other Tracis in our department. A minor oversight, I'm sure it could be adjusted in a matter of...What? Really? You're sure?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gearing up to start a new adventure. Lately, (since YWC in December) I've been thinking about starting a small group, a mentoring group. I've selected a few girls from our youth program and I plan to meet with them in a few days to get started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can I tell you that I'm scared to death? This is one of those times when I wonder if God knows what He's doing. The girls I've decided on are wonderful, beautiful, intelligent young women, who have little or no traditional family structure. So, of course who should mentor them? Me! The product of a family structure that could best be described as gelatin-like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Say a prayer, for me, these girls and all that we will learn and discover along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114298173855174778?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114298173855174778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114298173855174778&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114298173855174778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114298173855174778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-began-something-like-this.html' title='It began something like this.'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114288305771429106</id><published>2006-03-20T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:38:57.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traci needs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so lazy, I stole &lt;a href="http://watchoutformama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana's&lt;/a&gt; lazy post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do a google search - "(your name) needs". Use the quotation marks to get the full effect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try this on your blog and post a link in the comments. Here are some of my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to face reality and hire a better ghost writer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to find out why she's getting all these weird emails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to recognize and re-evaluate her needs as there is success there if she is willing to make the changes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs the loo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs some dance lessons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to lighten up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to remember...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to grow up and stop condemning others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to help me to help her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to stop contradicting herself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs Someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs No one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to figure out what she wants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs a pedicure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to retire and do some ESPN Commentating on the Collegiate cheerleading Circuit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to get her eyes checked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to integrate her Jekyll and Hyde sides.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to be back in California in the warm sunshine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to apologize too for some of the remarks she made.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs a beer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs cheap airfare!!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs some encouragement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to credit her readers with a higher intelligence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to talk to Steve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to do some yard work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs to take more pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Traci needs mondo prayer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114288305771429106?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114288305771429106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114288305771429106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114288305771429106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114288305771429106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/traci-needs.html' title='Traci needs...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114262681587648598</id><published>2006-03-17T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:39:45.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yeah, Man!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/kk.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/kk.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Who didn't see this coming?
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The "Yeah, Man!" for this week is a the new release from songwriter legend Kris Kristofferson, This Old Road. This recording is bare bones. No polish, no smoothing the wrinkles of almost 70 years. Kristofferson is reflective about his life, his spirituality, his children, and his politics.This Don Was production is being touted by ROLLING STONE as his greatest work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am enthralled by him. He speaks the words of a father, a lover, a friend, a teacher. "Look at that old photograph. Is it really you?" The fist line of the first song sets the stage for this poet's journal. From the introspective creed of Pilgrim's Progress to the bluesy addiction recount of Chase the Feeling, you will be blown away by his words and imagry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This record is an education.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114262681587648598?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114262681587648598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114262681587648598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114262681587648598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114262681587648598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeah-man_17.html' title='&quot;Yeah, Man!&quot;'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114245620072120777</id><published>2006-03-15T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:00:35.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Franklin was never so gorgeous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/LawsonFranklin2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/320/LawsonFranklin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my friend Lawson. For the 3rd grade literary event of the year, she chose to be Benjamin Franklin. In full costume, she presented her research on the inventor, writer and philosopher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Did you know Ben Franklin was instrumental in creating the first fire stations and hospitals? Did you know Ben Franklin was responsible for swaying the French to our side during the American Revolution? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This post is simply to show off this beautiful little girl and clue you in on how special she is to Jason and me. :)
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114245620072120777?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114245620072120777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114245620072120777&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114245620072120777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114245620072120777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/ben-franklin-was-never-so-gorgeous.html' title='Ben Franklin was never so gorgeous!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114243250124856259</id><published>2006-03-15T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:23:27.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beware the Ides of March"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;March 15 is generally considered a bad luck day. (Especially if your best friend is set to gain from your death.) Julius Ceaser was murdered on this day some 2,000 odd years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being superstitious, I thought I would just warn you to keep a close eye on your best friend today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114243250124856259?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114243250124856259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114243250124856259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114243250124856259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114243250124856259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/beware-ides-of-march.html' title='&quot;Beware the Ides of March&quot;'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114234764365556262</id><published>2006-03-14T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:04:07.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://marklee.typepad.com/this_guy_falls_down/2006/03/are_moderate_ev.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;on Mark's blog. The statement that struck me; &lt;em&gt;" This article points to a bill promoting the Bible curriculum for Alabama public schools." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I doubt my stance on this issue is popular among evangelicals. I don't want Bible curriculum in my public schools. That is not what I pay teachers for. I want their expertise in mathematics, art, English and science to be an influence on my child. I do not know the teachers' depth or commitment of understanding of the Scriptures. Therefore, I am not comfortable with their influence. If I desire for my child to have religious instruction outside the home or church environment, I will pay tuition to a private school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would be interested in hearing students' and teachers' opinions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114234764365556262?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114234764365556262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114234764365556262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114234764365556262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114234764365556262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/bible-101.html' title='Bible 101'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114228605120699138</id><published>2006-03-13T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:40:51.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...with hearts turned homeward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I grew up in my Grandmother's house. The old farmhouse was well over 100 years old by the time I arrived. The house was heated with one black, cast iron stove. The tiny pot bellied stove sat in the corner of the living room. Being one of the youngest, my room was very near the stove. I remember waking to the sounds of my Grandmother stirring the coals, trying to warm the house before all the kids awakened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The little old lady who lives across from me now has a coal burning stove in her little cottage. Some evenings when the air is cool, I step out on my porch and inhale deeply. HOME...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What reminds you of home? Is it a sound? A smell? A temperature? A taste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114228605120699138?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114228605120699138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114228605120699138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114228605120699138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114228605120699138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/with-hearts-turned-homeward.html' title='...with hearts turned homeward'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114185075021105195</id><published>2006-03-08T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:42:49.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma/Texas trip list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where to begin? Let's start with a trip list. That's always a kick. For anyone new here, a trip list is a collection of inside jokes and reminders of things said, seen and overheard along the way.

Cookie
I just got fired by an Australian perv!
Shiiiine
We ain't got no sense!
Pity pick
My name is Traci. I attend the nonsmoking meetings on Western Ave.
Who is you?
Fashion advice and marriage counseling from the retaining wall
...a substantial amount of what?
meet and grope
"I'm a huge 3D fan! I've seen them 3 times!"
Delicious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe you let me walk around with my hair looking like that?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gramatically correct concert signs
You know its just a guitar pick, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114185075021105195?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114185075021105195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114185075021105195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114185075021105195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114185075021105195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/oklahomatexas-trip-list.html' title='Oklahoma/Texas trip list'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114185342943307675</id><published>2006-03-08T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:40:04.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/accousticresizeGP.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/accousticresizeGP.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acoustic set in Grand Prairie. Third Day was amazing! They never disappoint, but this show was off the scale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/preshow4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did I mention there was a pre-show in front of the venue? A nice treat for those of us who packed in there 7 hours before the doors opened. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/preshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not sure if its possible, but the guys seemed to enjoy it as much as the fans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A few concert pics...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/GPMark1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/PICT0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I stole this one from Jamie.)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/GPMark2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And one after the show shot:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/400/GrandPrairieMark%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114185342943307675?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114185342943307675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114185342943307675&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114185342943307675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114185342943307675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/pics.html' title='Pics!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114151835538677239</id><published>2006-03-04T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:22:11.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yeah, Man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. Traci is out of town. I was supposed to do this yesterday, but I didn't. Sorry. Anyway, if you recall, "Yeah, Man" is where Traci posts something cool on Fridays. Since she is in Oklahoma/Texas, I will do it for her. Today's "Yeah, Man" is Thai food. If you have access to a restaurant that serves it, go. If you like spicy, try some curry. My personal recommendation is green curry. It is usually the spiciest thing on the menu. If you have never had Thai; go try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114151835538677239?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114151835538677239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114151835538677239&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114151835538677239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114151835538677239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeah-man.html' title='&quot;Yeah, Man&quot;'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114135215663531924</id><published>2006-03-02T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:18:27.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Shifters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.soulshifters.blogspot.com"&gt;new blog &lt;/a&gt;by a couple of amazing guys! Okay, I'm biased. My husband and his other brother from another mother have started this 'spiritual journey' blog. Check in on them. They will be offering up great insights and deep discussion questions.
Comment. Oppose. Argue. Debate. They love that sort of thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114135215663531924?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114135215663531924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114135215663531924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114135215663531924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114135215663531924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/soul-shifters.html' title='Soul Shifters'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114124421350952875</id><published>2006-03-01T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:16:53.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Extravaganza West</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm off for Oklahoma tomorrow! I'll be meeting up with my OK girls and traveling on to Texas. We're taking in a Toby Mac show and &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;, count 'em, &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Third Day shows this week. Say a prayer for safety. I promise to return with pictures and great stories.
But fear not, friends, I leave you in capable hands. Hubby will be doing some guest posts while I'm gone. If nothing else, he will cover this Friday's edition of "Yeah, Man!". Enjoy his genius and humor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114124421350952875?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114124421350952875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114124421350952875&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114124421350952875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114124421350952875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/concert-extravaganza-west.html' title='Concert Extravaganza West'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114124364210572438</id><published>2006-03-01T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:07:22.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing along, if you know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever gotten a few words of some long forgotten song stuck in your brain? It's maddening! Years ago, Jason told me about a song he and his sister listened to, but all he could remember was one line:

&lt;em&gt;Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street&lt;/em&gt;

He had tried to track the song down but never could find it. It had bugged him for years. I smiled and said, "Joe Jackson/Is She Really Going Out With Him?" I am indeed his soul mate.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That leads me to my long forgotten song story. For as long as I can remember the phrase, "all she could pay was attention/so all he could take was her time" has rattled around in my head. Today I was prowling through iTunes and came across the title SHANDY. The instant I saw the title I remembered most of the song. I immediately downloaded it and played it. There it was! I should have known it was Kris Kristofferson lyric.

I am somewhat saddened to have found it. A few times I had almost convinced myself I wrote it.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114124364210572438?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114124364210572438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114124364210572438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114124364210572438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114124364210572438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/03/sing-along-if-you-know-it.html' title='Sing along, if you know it'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114097149928358607</id><published>2006-02-26T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:23:22.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His eye is on the sparrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope Jamie doesn't mind me sharing this with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday morning, after her daughter's birthday party, my friend Jamie was loading things in her SUV. Somewhat distracted and hurried, she left her wallet lying on the back bumper. The wallet was filled with credit cards and a large amount of cash. When she realized she had lost it, several miles down the road, she began backtracking to search for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile, a call came in to an acquaintance of Jamie's. An older couple had found the wallet along the highway. Inside was a check made payable to Jamie. The couple called the phone number on the check. The acquaintance called a mutual friend and a connection was made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jamie met the couple in the next town over to retrieve her wallet. The lady assured Jamie everything was there. "You really shouldn't carry so much cash, " she cautioned. Overjoyed at having her credit cards and cash returned, Jamie gave the couple a reward of $100. The lady accepted the reward, telling Jamie that she and her husband had only $14 to their name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God saw a wallet fall onto a highway in Durante, OK. He cared about that family with only a few dollars in their pocket. Be reminded, friends. His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches over me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114097149928358607?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114097149928358607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114097149928358607&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114097149928358607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114097149928358607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/his-eye-is-on-sparrow.html' title='His eye is on the sparrow.'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114081535027220853</id><published>2006-02-24T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:26:49.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a new Friday feature here at Haystacks. Well, its featured this Friday, anyway. We'll see what happens in the coming weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This weekly feature is called "Yeah, Man!". (If you get that reference, good for you. You know me too well. If you don't get it, sorry. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's the point of the new feature? You ask. This feature is for my friend &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/thedavidyouknow"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt;. He stops by from time to time and asks thought provoking questions like, "Know any awesome books I should be reading? Can you tell me what's trendy? Know anything cool that I don't know?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You, like David, can check in each Friday afternoon and see what I think is cool. It might be a song, a book, a fashion trend or a website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Know anything cool, Traci? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html"&gt;Yeah, Man!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This site I got from &lt;a href="http://inexorablyloved.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah's blog&lt;/a&gt;. If you're into astronomy and all the science and detail that involves, you'll love this. Maybe you're like me and you just like a beautiful picture of the stars. Either way this site is a treat.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114081535027220853?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114081535027220853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114081535027220853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114081535027220853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114081535027220853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-man.html' title='Yeah, man!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114080890518957058</id><published>2006-02-24T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:29:37.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer to everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes people ask questions that are far too involved to answer. Sometimes children ask questions that simply have no answer. Sometimes a question is best left unanswered. To combat all these dilemmas, I offer the following:

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because a butterfly flapped its wings in Brazil."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
I was reminded of this statement when I visited donmillerfans.net. (You may be familiar with the &lt;a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/3120/main_content.html"&gt;chaos theory&lt;/a&gt; involving butterflies and tidal waves.) This has now become my default setting for answer mode.
My former default answer was, "Because the Holy Spirit over the bent world broods". I would like to say I discovered this phrase while reading the deep theological works of Gerard Manley Hopkins, but that would be a lie. I heard Harrison Ford say it once in an interview and since I think Harrison Ford is unbelievably cool, I adopted it.
I've come to realize the butterfly is as likely a fall guy as anything or anyone else. Things happen. Without warning. Without explanation. Without pretense. And aren't we always looking for the cause, the first domino?
Right now, a butterfly is flappying its wings in Brazil... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114080890518957058?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114080890518957058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114080890518957058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114080890518957058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114080890518957058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/answer-to-everything.html' title='The answer to everything!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114054464423273185</id><published>2006-02-21T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:17:59.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/1600/1576837319.01.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/993/200/1576837319.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Donald Miller has a new book out. I just found out about it today.
(Thanks to a &lt;a href="http://thinkingonablog.blogspot.com"&gt;new friend&lt;/a&gt;.)

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will be headed to the bookstore as soon as I close the office today. Everything else on my reading list will have to be put on hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Donald Miller has an amazing way of telling a story. He has the ability to become your trusted friend in a matter seconds. A few sentences into his books you feel comfortable and at ease with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still need convincing? Go &lt;a href="http://www.donaldmillerwords.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to him read from TO OWN A DRAGON. You can also download the first chapter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114054464423273185?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114054464423273185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114054464423273185&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114054464423273185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114054464423273185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/donald-miller-has-new-book-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11972731.post-114011456466427575</id><published>2006-02-16T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:30:39.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, my dear Sisters, are the proud owners of this:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.tomaseuroautoparts.com/tdiwpump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tomaseuroautoparts.com/tdiwpump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Some of my dearest friends lovingly gave money to help purchase our airline tickets to attend a family funeral in Allentown, PA. Due to severe weather our flight was cancelled, so we packed up the VW Bug and hit the road. A mere 3 hours into our return trip, my little bug curled up in a ball and died by the side of the road. The problem? A busted water pump! A night's stay in the local Comfort Inn of Shippensburg and several hundred dollars later, we had a new water pump.
Thanks to my crew who came through for us once again. I love you guys beyond words and without you I would be lost...and overheated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11972731-114011456466427575?l=haystacks37643.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/feeds/114011456466427575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11972731&amp;postID=114011456466427575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114011456466427575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11972731/posts/default/114011456466427575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haystacks37643.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-my-dear-sisters-are-proud-owners.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Traci</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmwNAAD88ok/SXK8Q4GYh9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/d5oCekxh564/S220/DSCF8919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
