tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109114162024-03-13T17:31:20.863-04:00"because i said so..."this is my place to write, vent, thoeologize, and pontificate.
"why"? i think you know.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-71717227170428310052007-04-03T16:51:00.002-04:002008-07-28T17:24:49.303-04:00Coffee in the Crack'Why do bad things happen to good people?' - Anne Frank.<br /><br />I am n<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/50672362/Hot_Coffee_Cup_with_Handle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 95px;" src="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/50672362/Hot_Coffee_Cup_with_Handle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>ot sure if she said that, but I could see it happening for sure. There are lots of great lines in the play based on her diary. If you haven't seen it, rent it. oldie but goodie (except the whole black mark on humanity and stuff.)...<br /><br />So I am driving across Michigan the other day, taking I-94 from Kalamazoo to St Joe. I have a fresh cup of coffee from BK in my hand, with the sip-top opened. (If you cannot see where this is going, you are B-L-I-N-D.) I thought to myself, "don't let this spill." It didn't help.<br /><br />I am driving to St Joe for a lunch meeting with 3 customers. I decide to take the lid off the cup, as the beverage on the inside is entirely too hot (as the lid and side of the cup had indicated). As I am driving with one had, holding with the other, I pour the CAUTION: CONTENTS HOT contents in my lap.<br /><br />So much so, that the torrent of fluid broke the protective dyke of my legs, and ran right down my backside into the abyss. Oh my oh my. So now I am sitting in a puddle of hot coffee, which has managed to soak the front and back of my suit pants. Great.<br /><br />With only 15 miles left to St Joe, i decide the best thing to so is the 'stand-up-drive:' you know, where you elevate your rump so that you are straight, not sitting, and try to avoid uncontrolled acceleration as you do so. (This must be the funniest thing to watch driving down the highway.)<br /><br />I put the coffee in the cup holder (where it should have started out) and, with utter abandon, began to fan my cheeks - as if the gentle breeze I made had Vornado-ish properties, and would dry these wool pants off within minutes.<br /><br />Needless to say, I camped in the car int he parking lot until the last minute, put on my coat (buttoned all the way up) and never bent over the rest of the lunch.<br /><br />As I always say, 'better me than someone else'. I guess.<br /><br />Cheers,<br />-fullerJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-31175696230911991412007-03-31T08:14:00.000-04:002007-03-31T08:33:54.755-04:00Every Person You MeetI like selling drugs.<br /><br />No you don't have to be worried, or ask me to go on that A&E show 'intervention.' I mean the legal kind. Pharmaceuticals - Rx only.<br /><br />But sometimes the grind of the job gets to me. I am an 'attitude' person. With virtually everyone I meet, regardless of the words they say to me, their attitude/non-verbals are how I listen to them. I just ask for those i encounter to be civil and polite to me - show a little basic respect. Not a lot, just a little. Human decency.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://growabrain.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/salesman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 180px;" src="http://growabrain.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/salesman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Most docs are busy. Some, due to insurance companies lowering reimbursement, have to see as many as 3 patients in 15 minutes. Not much 'care' in those situations. They are forced to do that, most of the time. - Then, there are 90,000 drug reps in the US and each one is trying to see the docs I am trying to see.<br /><br />Therein lies the rub.<br /><br />I come home some days to find myself angry and bitter, because I have been treated like a second rate UPS guy (now I know how the DHL man feels - sorry DHL dudes). The fact that reps may have valuable information escapes the thoughts of many physicians. (Probably because so many reps waste their time.)<br /><br />Thus, you have me (knows a little about science and vulnerable to negative body language) and Dr Curewhatillsme (sees 50 patients a day and doesn't need to learn anything else) trying to interact. Doesn't happen.<br /><br />I vent to my wife about how rude some of my customers and their staffs are. But she reminded me of something very important: being a rep is how I get paid, but my job is to love people.<br /><br />Hmmmmm. I hate when she is right.........She said, 'how many people do you make contact with every day? If you brighten even 1 person's day, or make them wonder why you are different, that is a successful day!'<br /><br />She's right. Whatever we do to earn a paycheck isn't our job. It just pays the bills. But since we spend so much time doing it, we need to find our higher purpose - to love one another, and glorify the Lord while doing it. Maybe you are in business, or finance, and work in a cubicle...punching numbers all day, and feel like you are 'making the rich man richer.' So what??? Keep doing it - and let than be your ministry tool. If we could all do that and spread the love of God, think of the lives changed.<br /><br />Thanks, babe, for encouraging me. I love you.<br />-joshJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-86592880273538380662007-03-25T15:36:00.000-04:002007-03-25T16:13:25.922-04:00Why do we ask 'how are you?'We go to a church with a lot of attendees. <br /><br />CNN would call it a Megachurch, but I hate that phrase, because it sounds more like a business that way. Like that guy wo preaches in Houston about 'God wanting you to be rich.' At least that is the way Barbara Walters presents it. He wrote a book too - Your Best Life Now - Joel Osteen, I think is his name.<br /><br />Mars Hill is not like that - it is a community. West Michigan families who embrace forward thinking, being spiritually challenged and rising up to support those in need.<br /><br />Anyway (after that diatribe on churches)...we heard a great challenge today. The topic: not going at it alone, being in one another's painful (and joyful) places - basically that God made us to carry one another, just as Christ did.<br /><br />The speaker, a Mars Hill member, used the story of Christ healing a possessed child, told in Mark. In Mark 9:14, the boy's father asks Christ to 'have pity,' which inthe Greek means feeling true empathy and pain in your insides/soul for someone. In Exodus, God bids Moses to adorn a temple for Him, so that He may be 'among' His people. The jist if the message was that God is among the suffering, as we should be.<br /><br />Furthermore, when we approach a person with a greeting of 'how are you?' how often do we really mean exactly that? Research shows that people tend to ask only 2 questions when invited into a conversation about another persons struggles, so that we do not become actually involved. Interesting...we have moved from 'hello' to 'how are you,' with exactly the same meaning, despite there being such an innate difference in those two sentiments.<br /><br />We were challenged to actauly mean it when we ask - and moreover, not ask that question as a greetng if we do not really desire or have the time to become involved.<br /><br />Involved in...what? So often, the speaker points out, when a friend approaches us with something they are going through, or frustrated with, or fighting with, we tend to (1) evaluate their problem, then (2) tell them how to fix it, or give alternatives.<br /><br />What we SHOULD be doing is LISTENING - we have all been there: when we were teens, had angst about something (because teenage and angst are often used together...) and needed to vent with dad or mom. Much of the time, just sharing our issues made them clearer, or better yet - made us feel better. We just have to get that out sometimes!<br /><br />As a newly married couple, Layne & I often ehar one anothers issues about work, etc., and propose solutions....eeernnnnnt <buzzer>. Wrong! We need to listen.<br /><br />It seems so simple, but I am guessing the entire congregation felt like we did - ' yeah, that's me - i need to listen better and invest in people more.'<br /><br />Take it t heart - it made great conversation over lunch for Layne & I. I hope for you too..<br /><br />How are you? I mean it...<br /><br />-joshJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1158697910181346152006-09-19T16:18:00.000-04:002006-09-19T16:33:45.560-04:00Sooners - See It Doesn't Play to CheatI don't hate anybody.<br /><br />My friend MD says if you hate someone it means you wouldn't miss them if they died. Once Goner forgot that Taylor existed - but I don't think that counts.<br /><br />Anyway, like I said - I don't hate anyone - but as for the OU Sooners (Sorry BSC), I seriously don't like them and if that team or school ceased to exist, I wouldn't msis it. So I guess, I hate the Sooners.<br /><br />As for the problems with officiating this last weekend, they sort of had it coming. Here's why:<br />(1) They picked a mascot who cheated his way to getting land in the 1800s on Oklahoma's "public domain" land race. Nice start.<br />(2) David Boren is a sideshow and make that school too political.<br />(3)After how many national championships? how many superstar athletes? how many rednecks/band-wagon-jumpers bought OU shirts at gas stations just because they heard it was cool to wear one? And they are crying about it???? Come on, that's just "Stoop"id<br /><br />Needless to say, I love the OSU Cowboys and will someday watch them get back to winning important games - I mean they crush the FAU Owls, but so sould Baylor, so that's not saying much.<br /><br />Anyway, I didn't see the bad calls on Saturday so I can't pick a side. But I do love that they got beat. Just ask any OU fan how they felt when Texas lost to Ohio State last week - they would say the same things.<br /><br />God Bless <a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/news/story?id=2575281">Eddie Sutton</a>, the new <a href="http://www.tulsaworld.com/NewsStory.asp?ID=060915_Bu_E1_Sutto16002">VP of Spirit Bank's</a> Board of Directors...he WILL be revenged!<br />-jhfJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1143640329932275432006-03-29T08:50:00.000-05:002006-03-29T08:52:09.956-05:00Lovin' this Picture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/LayneJosh2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/200/LayneJosh2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We haven't seen all the professional wedding pics yet, but this one of Layne & I dancing at the reception is awesome! She looks so beautiful - I am truly, truly blessed. Praise the Lord.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1143494498973764212006-03-27T16:05:00.000-05:002006-03-27T16:21:39.026-05:00HoneymoonersI love my wife.<br />I love my WIFE!<br /><br />Canya believe it? Crazy, I know. But Layne & I have been married over a week now. I think we got it down, so we are going to celebrate our silver anniversar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/Honeymoon%20Beach%20%283%29small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/200/Honeymoon%20Beach%20%283%29small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>y on Wednesday. Kidding. Not funny. Stop writing.<br /><br />Quick pic --------------------------------------------------><br />(on the beach in Saint Kitts on our honeymoon - fabulous time!)Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1140926769637723712006-02-25T23:01:00.000-05:002006-02-25T23:06:09.636-05:00To Be Truly Fulfilled...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/Jeep1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/320/Jeep1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />...is to watch your<a href="http://okstate.com"> Okla State Cowboys</a> win HUGE over Texas, and then big over KnightSchool's Red Raiders....<br /><br />all for Eddie.<br />I heart Eddie Sutton, "Coach." He is the man! And to honor him, I am the only Michigander driving around with an OSU on the back of my car. Why? because people up here don't truly know what good Big XII basketball teams are like.<br /><br />A rebuilding year,<br />-Josh Fuller, #15, starting forwardJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1139376398077256322006-02-08T00:13:00.000-05:002006-02-08T00:26:38.100-05:00Holy crap it has been a long timeI haven't written in here since November...who am I, TJ McCloud?? (hahaha - just kidding TJ)<br /><br />Here is a rundown of the latest news:<br /><br />1)Still getting married. Invitations are out. Pastor is new, church is new, but the date is still March 18th. If you didn't get an invite, it is because (a) we ran out, or (b) we don't like you. No offense, either way.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/Front%20From%20Street.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/200/Front%20From%20Street.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />2)I am now living in Hudsonville in the home that Layne & I purchased! It is an awesome 3 bed, 2 1/2 bath home in aquiet neighborhood 30 minutes west of GR. I like it here a lot...and even better when I have a housemate March 19th :)<br /><br />3) I found myself online! And I am doing amazing things now! Check out these links for more info!<br /><br />-<a href="http://www.surfersvillage.com/news.asp?Id_news=16556">me getting a check for a surfing contest</a><br />- <a href="http://www.gatorz.com.au/joshfuller.php">me as an Aussie catchin' a crazy wave</a><br />- <a href="http://www.stantonschools.com/classroomprojects/webteam/Josh%20Fuller.htm">my new high school profile</a>- (notice I am a cool, calm & collective rapping FFA student)<br />-<a href="http://sgfsoccer.com/?p=704">an article highlighting my recent decision to take up coaching soccer in Casper, WY</a><br /><br />It's a small world after all. And to think, all these people with my name are so like me. Are we alone in the universe...I think not.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />do do do do do do do do </span><br />-------the real josh fullerJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1131893142004760252005-11-13T09:27:00.000-05:002005-11-13T09:49:44.823-05:00Neeew York City?It has been entirely too long since I have blogged. But I have an excuse: I have been too busy.<br />You see, I have been in New Jersey for the last 2 weeks at Phase 2 training for my new job. I go home on Friday (YEAHHHH!) but still...a long last week lies ahead.<br /><br />It has been like a minimester in college - cram as much as possible in to 3 weeks of training, take a final exam on it, and interview that you have the understanding to apply what you have learned in the field. I have thoroughly enjoyed the learning, <strong>but I miss my fiance terribly.</strong><br /><br />So here are some pictures of this weekend. My new work friends and I went to NYC. I have NEVER been until this weekend. It was truely a sensory overload - like you are inside a video game or something.<br /><br />We hit all the big sites in just 1 day. We got into the city at 10am, and left at 7pm. One of the guys in our group, Todd, had been thee many times before, and so was our tour guide for the day.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/StatueLiberty2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/200/StatueLiberty2.jpg" border="0" /></a>We hit Battery Park, and from there got a view of the Statue of Liberty. It was nothing short of emotional. Thinking of all the people, who, when they saw Lady Liberty, had so much promise of a life of opportunity.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/Guys%20with%20LIberty.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/200/Guys%20with%20LIberty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />We took taxis most of the day, although we certainly did get our walking in while in town. That was almost the coolest part. Thinking, "I am spending a beautiful Saturday afternoon walking through NYC. While on of the guys said, "It doesn't get any better than this, I disagreed. <strong>I would rather be doing this all with Layne. :) </strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/WTCCross2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/200/WTCCross2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Our second stop was ground-zero -the WTC site. It was also an emotional place. The sound of the city seemed to slip away - it was so very silent there. All you could hear was the sound of the wind through the buildings. If people were talking around me, I couldn't hear them. And I almost felt gulity of taking pictures there - like it is some kind of oddity. Nevertheless, it was an amazing experience.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/Times%20Square%20(3).0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/200/Times%20Square%20%283%29.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Times Square was were all the action was. We snuck in the back door of the Hard Rock Cafe so we didn't have to wait in line. (shame shame shame, fuller). We hung out with some NYPD cops and chatted for a while, saw the christmas tree at Rockafeller Center along with the skating rink, and were just amazed at the number of people there.<br /><br /><br /><br />All in all, it was a good, but very tiring day. We didn't get pick pocketed, didn't get lost, and had a good time.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1128978065379202842005-10-10T16:48:00.000-04:002005-10-10T17:01:05.390-04:00Junk Mail & HatersIt is so funny that people get viruses. Now, I know sometime people get email in their boxes that 'sound' like a real email, or that maybe it is very important because it sayd so in the title. But I have chosen the recipient of my<br /> "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Keep On Trying Bud, You Suck at Sending Out Junk Emails" Award</span>...this guy...<br /><br />SUBJ: <a href="http://us.f311.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter?MsgId=7636_0_18371_1342_5319_0_13162_7228_3434186793_oSOYkYn4Ur6Rg9WuJfSMZ.S0.uvayXRfGrM2uUrhW6pLq2.hkR1Nv8Ab7SNdGMkpEKkd4oaXQQKecqeyi3kqhJqN.574cm_inFNCkUKbfJRSEqso__0QE8725xpv__3sRjWxMeNl3Ku8rfTHeQOWc4KqscoLmCDZ.yUCSedqmeI-&Idx=0&YY=13142&inc=25&order=down&sort=date&pos=0&view=a&head=b&box=%40B%40Bulk"> Fw[1]:HI Meeiyzdgobiot</a><br />FROM: cnrzzqjfcexeba@ server.com<br /><br />NOW REALLY! Why in the world would I ever open this? You may be thinking ' well that was generated byt a computer program.' Ok then, I have another award:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Keep On Trying Bud, You Suck at Designing Programs That Send Out Junk Emails" Award.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span>My friend Randy has been struggling with some family issues. His siblings and paarents dont like that he goes to Mars Hill or that he is dating a Catholic girl. If you have kept up, you know how hard they have been on him for it. Well, he is now engaged to this sweet young Catholic girl and they are getting married next July.<br /><br />On Sunday, Randy's siblings disowned him. Yes - they told him they wanted to cut all ties'. They said they would not be at his wedding, would not stand up for him, and that he wasn't welcome. He was crushed I am sure. Although he didn't show it to us. He had been very angry and upset all day and was worn out by bible study time.<br /><br />I don't understand. How can people, FAMILY, choose to say that, because you worship at another building, you are not worthy of their presence or that by being around you they may be poisened.<br /><br />We worship the same God! We love Him just as much! We don't worship idols, or snakes, or wear Nikes in anticipation of the coming of the aliens! We are CHRISTIANS, or at least trying to be. We worship the same FATHER, and yet cannot call each other brother or sister? What kind of living is that?<br /><br />This song, byt Brad Paisley, reminds me how wonderful heaven will be, when we are all on the other side and have all these silly questions and decisions taken away - the blinders removed - and all we see is Love from the Father.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> When I get where I'm going</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> On the far side of the sky</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> The first thing that I'm gonna do</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Is spread my wings and fly</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> I'm gonna land beside a lion</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> And run my fingers through his mane</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Or I might find out what it's like</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> To ride a drop of rain</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Yeah when I get where I'm going</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> There'll be only happy tears</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> I will shed the sins and struggles</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> I have carried all these years</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> And I'll <span style="font-weight: bold;">leave my heart wide open</span></span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> I will love and have no fear</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Yeah when I get where I'm going</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Don't cry for me down here</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">So much pain and so much darkness</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> In this world we stumble through</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> All these questions I can't answer</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> So much work to do</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> But<span style="font-weight: bold;"> when I get where I'm going</span></span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> And I see my maker's face</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> I'll stand forever in the light </span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Of his amazing grace</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Yeah when I get where I'm going</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> There'll be only happy tears</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Hallelujah</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> I will love and have no fear</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> When I get where I'm going</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Yeah when I get where I'm going</span><br /></div> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1128895153677678682005-10-09T17:56:00.000-04:002005-10-09T17:59:13.686-04:00Corrective MaintenanceYes - the anonymous blogging commentor strikes agin, leting me know that I dated my fish's birth and death dates as 2006. WHOOPS!<br /><br />It IS still 2005. Sorry about the cunfusion. But since only 3 people read this, 1 of whom I don't know the identity, (NOTE: mayhaps we should refer to them as C. Smith) I am not too worried.<br /><br />Thanks, Nony Mous.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1128631885170452052005-10-06T16:49:00.000-04:002005-10-06T16:51:25.193-04:00Why It Sucks To Be A Spider<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/DSCF2509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/320/DSCF2509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It's like a wordless picture poem...Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1128603498061143902005-10-06T08:40:00.000-04:002005-10-06T08:58:18.070-04:00"Nemo" Strikes Close to HomeFollowing a vast array of pet stories recently on my linked blogs below, I have the opportunity to share one too.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">**AUTHOR'S NOTE: I spilled Coke on y keyboard and some of the keys don't work all the time, naely the "m" key...see what I ean? Please excuse y ess here. Sorry.**</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">WARNING: What your about to read is graphic. There is nothing happy about it. It is sad. If you don't think it is sad you are heartless, or don't understand the bond that can be made between a man and his pet fish. (TJ, most fish may only be able to remember things for 3 seconds - but my first are trained and brilliant. In fact, one of them pooped E=MC2 on the side of the tank. Brilliant, I say.)</span><br /></div><br />Circa 2004 there was a movie released: "Finding Nemo." It seems little Nemo the fish (which is "omen" backwards ... I should have seen all this trauma coming) undergoes some really fun adventures in the wide open sea. Well, while he is captured in the dentists fish tank, he gets sucked into the water recycler thingy. I hope you see where this is going.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/nemo_06_small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/320/nemo_06_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />When I feed my fish (which is about 2-3 times a day) I go up to the aquarium, and tap on the glass. They all come running (well, swimming) to the front and frenzy in order to try and get to my fingers. They know them. They are friendly fingers. Last night at 1130 I was going to give them a last snack (since I hadn't fed them all day) and I only saw 3 come to the front. - but I have 4. I bent down quickly, surveying the tank for Crazy Eddie and where he might be. That is when I saw it.<br /><br />Eddie, known in fishdom for swimming upside down, running into thr side of the tank, inspecting the pumps, etc., was against the sucker part of the water recycler - he was tuck. Upon closer evaluation, his tail had been sucked into the pipe, and was lodged between the slits in the end of it. He was breathing, but it was labored. I rushed in, hand first, and gently pulled him free. The current in the auqarium sne him spinning and in circles, and he seemed to lack the bouyancy or will to fight it.<br /><br />I put him in aholding tank (a glass baking dish) overnight, with some food - hoping he would eat and find the strength to learn to swim again. What follows, is his fate.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">RIP</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Edward "Crazy Eddie" Fish</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">February 14th, 2006 - October 5, 2006<br /><br /></span>Eddie is survived by Laverne, Shirley, and Pete.<br />Eddie went to the big ocean in the sky late Wednesday<br />to meet Jaques and Homer, his late snail friends.<br />Eddie was a good fish, always jubilant and roudy.<br />He was a little slow, but he is a fish - his brain in naturally small.<br />We will miss his "swiming against the current" attitude,<br />when he would fight the skull that bubbled,<br />and his overall zest for life.<br /></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1128483458998552382005-10-04T23:27:00.000-04:002005-10-04T23:37:39.020-04:00For You I'd Wait<span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Coldplay has a funny way of saying things. Perhaps this song is about Christ. Or perhaps it is about you. But either way, it is about<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Love<br /> Trust<br /> Anticipation<br /><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Steal my heart and hold my tongue</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">I feel my time, my time has come</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Let me in, unlock the door</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> I never felt this way before</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">And the wheels just keep on turning</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">The drummer begins to drum</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">I don’t know which way i’m going</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">I don’t know which way i’ve come</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Hold my head inside your hands</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">I need someone who understands</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">I need someone, someone who hears</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> For you i’ve waited all these years</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> For you i’d wait til kingdom come</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Until my day, my day is done</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">And say you’ll come and set me free</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/DSCF24051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/200/DSCF24051.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I Love you, babe...I can't wait until March....</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />-me</span></span><br /></div> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1127183356911005402005-09-19T22:22:00.000-04:002005-09-19T22:29:16.920-04:00Ten Treatisies Against DenominationsWe are looking around for churches to get married in. We found this great chapel at a church in Midland, where Layne's folks live. Herein lies the rub...<br /><br />It is a specific denominational church. We went inside to look at the sancutary and loved it...very colonial and different. Looked just like that church from The Patriot. Anywho, the paster was there. He informed us that in order to get marrie dat that church we had to take classes and give membership to that church. When we said we were members elsewhere, he said, "oh! no, you have to have membership here."<br /><br />Now - I understand that they hold their church very sacred. It is a holy pl;ace for rituals and rites that lift glory to God, and also probably condemn people for not following every law. RTegardless of that fact, I am a member of CHRIST'S CHURCH!!!! HIS church that HE made for eternity! We are a BODY of people...my friend TJ once said, "<span style="font-style: italic;">If we all call Him father, we do we not act like brothers?"</span><br /><br />I just get to irritated that we all get caught up in the littel things of religion...that's what makes it so confusing and untrustworthy to those outside of the church. Denominations are almost at war with one another. My first time at a Nazarene church, they welcomed me with ope n arms when I told them I had come from a Baptist church. "We don't like them, anyway," one woman said.<br />Shady McShades, I tell ya...Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1126442393804613532005-09-11T08:34:00.000-04:002005-09-11T08:39:53.816-04:00Two Weeks NoticeI have acepted an offer to work as a primary care sales rep for Sanofi-Aventis Pharmaceuticals in Grand Rapids! Layne & I are both so excited, as this will be perfect timing with a wedding coming up and also because this is what I have wanted to be doing for SO LONG! It is a great job, with AMAZING benefits, includes a more promising salary and is just the icing on the cake.<br /><br />The tough part will be putting in my 2 weeks notice with Enterprise. You see, last Wednesday they promoted me to Asst Manager at a branch in town. Well, I did that in case this Sanofi thing didn't work out. Well, it has....fortunatley, but my Enterprise folks will be PISSED! Oh well, most of them couldn't care less about me anyway, in all honesty. Given thi sopportunity, anyone in my shoes would be crazy not to take it.<br /><br />So we are planning the wedding....if you want to keep up on this, check out our wedding blog @<br /><br /><a href="http://joshandlayne.blogspot.com">http://joshandlayne.blogspot.com<br /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">God is soooooooooo good!</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">josh</span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1126041731359396632005-09-06T17:11:00.000-04:002005-09-06T17:22:11.370-04:00Goin' to the ChapelBefore we get to the title story i want to say this: I grieve for the masses in LA and MS. I ache for them. I can't ever fathom what it would be like to be moved to NY or MI, when all your life you have lived in New Orleans. I don't know how much pain I could take if I knew my babies had drown, but couldnt be recovered until the floods that took them dried up.<br /><br />I hate this storm! And what it meant for the thousands affected! They didn't ask for it! But what I wrote the other day was just thoughts...probably because i was reading a spiritual warfare novel by Frank Peretti (<a href="http://www.perettionline.com/">http://www.perettionline.com/</a>). Nevertheless, God will make wonders out of what happened...<br /><br /><br />Next....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/Bellaire%20036.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/320/Bellaire%20036.jpg" border="0" /></a>I AM GETTING MARRIED! That's right, if you haven't heard from me yet, I got engaged this weekend to my lovely fiance, Layne Shoaf. She is the most wonderful perons I know, and brings me such joy! I am so thrilled and excited to begin our life together....<br /><br />I love you, babe...<em>me<br /></em><br /><br /><a href="http://joshandlayne.weddings.com"></a>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1125603356560077692005-09-01T15:14:00.000-04:002005-09-01T15:35:56.570-04:00Sodom & OrleansThe events in the southern gulf states are catastrophic. I see the pictures on CNN.com and watch the news, and become sick to think people are so desperate. The entire city of New Orleans is a giant toilet: the city is shaped like a bowl, and sewage is leaking and contaminating everything. Americas rush to aid their fellow citizens, much like what happened in the Tsunami disaster. I have some thoughts on this:<br /><br /><strong>(1)</strong> There is a lot of press regarding Hurrican Katrina. But somehow, it seems, at least to this midwesterner, that America is not as ready to give themselves to this cause.<br /><br />Yes, we are donating money and supplies, but are people flooding down there as well? In the wake of the winter tsunamis, you saw tons of young people on the news from all over the US who saw it as a political and humanitarian duty to go there and rebuild. I hope that now, as they did for those folks far away, they will do here for our fellow countrymen. <br /><br />You may think, "well, YOU go then, Josh." Nope - I didn't before, I won't now. No offense, but everyone has their role. While you go, I'll pray....that helpes just as much.<br /><br /><strong>(2)</strong> I have been to Mardi Gras. Two fo my best friends and I went down there our 5th year of college. It was a crazy good time...but my friend Javier said multiple times, "this is like Sodom & Gamorrah." It was. There was nothing int he big easy but sex, alcohol and drugs. Everything revolved around it, it was as much a part of the lives of that area as the morning commute.<br /><br />So was this natural disaster God's may of cleaning up the city? I am not saying that anyone down there deserved to have this happen to them. There were so many honest folks in LA who had been there for years, raising generations of families. Much like a victim of an AIDS infected transfusion, they did nothing to earn this horror. But, perhaps, looking at it from a biblical and historical perspective, God decided that the rampant sin in that city needed to be flushed. I am not sure I even belive this, but it popped into my mind...<br /><br />And then think of this... How sick is it that people are shooting at helicopters, fighting with the cops and stealing at a time like this! <strong>That city is crazy</strong>!!!! Even with a wake up call like this (regarding how fragile we are in such a vast world) men are <strong>still pilaging, raping and shooting each other</strong>. And the fact that the news agencies are giving tele-time to people who are outraged at the government for not helping quickly enough...I know that are upset/frantic/angry...but the media needs to realize that we are MOVING AS FAST AS POSSIBLE! <strong>When relief efforts turn into riots, who WANTS to go help??? Why go in fast, when you might get shot trying to lend a hand??</strong><br /><br />It is a devastating disaster...and I refer not to the Hurricane, but to the aftermath caused my selfish people. One man on the radio said, "these are not looters - these are people trying to survive." Yes, true...but it is still sad.<br /><br />And another thing, why are the media agencies covering all THAT?? Why not cover the triumphs, the volunteers, the families reunited, the groups standing strong and giving thanks for being alive...???<br /><br /><em>Heartsick, and disgusted by the madness,</em><br /><em>josh</em>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1125274265059074722005-08-28T19:53:00.000-04:002005-08-28T21:28:17.086-04:00Americatown<em>"I can't stand to fly.<br />I'm not that nieve.<br />Men weren't meant to ride<br />With clouds between their knees.<br />I'm only a man in a funny red sheet...<br />Only a man lookin' for a dream... "<br /></em><br />Five for Fighting was right. Sometimes I get in this mode...or call it a mood. Layne does ...she's right.<br /><br />When I was in college I would get in this super focused, but super withdrawn mode. I would put on a hat, put on my glasses, incase myslfl in my room, with all the lights out but the lamp on my desk, and strap my best set of headphones on. With an emotionally charged collection of tracks on the CD player, I could study harder than ever, or reflect deeper that usual on life things.<br /><br />I am in that mood. It hits me hard and quick, and then after a time goes away. It is my<br />ME TIME. When I need it, nothing else will do. Layne is so comforting, but when this mood strikes I have to seclude myself. No amount of consoling or understanding does it. I am even skipping my m<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/jc3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/320/jc3.jpg" border="0" /></a>ens group. No one can be here but me right now...and God.<br /><br />I am convinced that these little moments are when <strong>He wants to be alone with me</strong> - even if there is music in the background. (God LOVES music - He made it after all, and can probably dance better than ANYONE else EVER.) He knows that in this special place only He and I understand what it means.<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"But first I'll take a nap tonight, knowing someone is </em></div><div align="center"><em>looking over me...there's got to be a hero somewhere."</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">He is my Hero - He is looking over me. In these special hideen moments that few know about, I reconnect and recharge with Him. It is like after a certain amount of time, my batteries are drained. The only way to fill them back up is to reflect and know that HE has got it, that He is too big for me to grasp, and that He rocks!!!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">This is a big week...bigger than some of you may know. I am interviewing on Tuesday morning at 730am with a drug company. My last round of interviews went well - I was the hiring manager's top candidate, but they went with an internal candidate. Well - there was another immediate opening, and he submitted my name for that one. So Tuesday I meet with the other hiring manager for breakfast/interview!!!! Seems so laid back, so I feel confident...but God is saying "Don't get cocky, dude." Immediately following that interview I do another one - this one for an Asst Mgr position with my current company. I have to keep climbing in my current position, assuming it is the only one I have...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I pray that God finds you all well. When <strong>He asks you to meet Him in your special place, go there</strong>! It is joyous! <strong>Never turn down the Maker when He wants a solo time with you</strong> - if it is for 15 minutes or 4 hours. You never know when He will be back for another one. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em>Held in the arms of Love,</em></div><div align="left"><em>joshua holland</em></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1124849405408410432005-08-23T21:55:00.000-04:002005-08-23T22:10:05.420-04:00My Cell Phone Makes Me SwearIt's true...I try to have a clean mouth, and tend to always be the one who does. I watch my mouth around everyone...but when I am in the car alone, and my Cingular cell phone cuts off my service right in the middle of town, cussage streams out of my mouht like stool from the sewer.<br /><br />You see, my cell is like a cat. Here, let's get organized and make a list ( I originally typed listy by mistake, and it gave me a chuckle... "Let's make a listy .." hahaha)<br /><br /><strong>TOP TEN WAYS MY CELL PHONE IS LIKE A CAT</strong><br /><br />(10) A cat doesn't come when you call it - it comes when it wants to. My cell doesn't call when<br />you ask it to - it calls when it wants.<br />(9) Cats don't really have nine lives - my cell phone doesn't really work.<br />(8) Cats get bored and quit paying attention - my phone gets bored and quits sending a signal.<br />(7) Cats eyes will roam around when they play with a strings toy - there is no roaming on my<br />cell phone.<br />(6) Cats have a strong sense of smell using their whiskers - my cell phone sucks.<br />(5) When you drop a cat , it lands on it feet - when I drop my cell phone it lands on its<br />antennae.<br />(4) There are no other similarities.<br />(3) I don't have a cat.<br /><br /><br />k...I'm done with that...my brain hurts...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/1600/DSCF2331.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/864/320/DSCF2331.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Tonight Layne & I went over to Dave's house. He is in my Bible study - heck of a guy. All of Bible studiers/poker players brought out significant others over for Dave's homsemade pizza and some badmitten. It was awesome....Young people having a good time and eating pizza. It couldn't get more all American....Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1124676721294961882005-08-21T21:59:00.000-04:002005-08-21T22:15:30.086-04:00The Answer is in the QuestionWhen I was pledging with my fraternity, this was a saying that was used during initiation week ("I" week, as we called it.) It was one of those very "Skulls" moments, when all the chapter is gathered around a roaring fire, and the members behind us were whispering "The answer is in the question." What is means, no one ever knew - and that is because it meant nothing, but was only there to make it feel "cool." It worked. And yes, I wet myself.<br /><br />This phrase sums up the last week. I am in a Bible study at Mars Hill Bible Church - the church Layne & I go to in Grand Rapids. You may have heard of Rob Bell, our pastor - he does the Nooma video series and just came out with a book, entitled "Velvet Elvis." Very cool, young, hip guy who is a sweet leader for us...anywho, in our men's group, we play poker, go golfing, and also find time to fit in pseudotheological discussion, during which we use our colloquial phrases to try and put God in a box.<br /><br />But that is just it - we don't do that. As part of a new radical movement of young Christians, our generation has the ability to say, "I will never figure it out - and God has it all! He is in control, and is bigger than anyone could ever fathom!" He is. That is not being self righteous, but being real. We young Christians are very laid back and find Jesus as a friend, instead of a principal.<br /><br />My friend Randy is dealing with something realted to this, with his family. The church he grew up in is very conservative and traditional in its ways. There are rules, and thinking outside of those rules could get you into trouble. Well, Randy is aweome - he decided to go to Mars Hill instead of this old church, and his family almost made him the black sheep. Then, on top of that, he is dating a wonderful young lady - who is Catholic. <em>My Lord, how the walls came down!</em> So Randy's family pays a visit to him last week, to discuss his salvation and lead him back to "the path" - of boredom, rule making and breaking, and the ancient tradition of jumping off the bridge because someone else did!<br /><br />We have rallied behind him, urging him to invite his family to our church, or to a barbecue we have. But they won't have it - it is too strange, too different, to easy to be a christian at Mars Hill, and they wouldn't dare...<br /><br />So this message is for everyone: accept the grace Christ gives you.<br /><br />Understand...<br /><br />He loves us ... even when we screw up (which we do)<br />He will restore our faith ... even when it fails (and it will)<br />He is bigger than science or reasoning ... even if we come up with a thoerom to prove other wise (and someone will)<br />He died for EVRY ONE OF US ... even if we have forgotten that (which we have)<br /><br /><em>God bless us...and He does,</em><br /><em>josh</em>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1123716620440353382005-08-10T19:25:00.000-04:002005-08-10T19:30:20.450-04:00Pink Ffloyd Rules"Hello, <hello,>...is there anybody in there? <in>?"<br /><br />Remember thos words to the PF song? If not, well...that's what they are. And I ask myself continually, despite my faith in the Lord, that very question.<br /><br />Yesterday I got promoted at Enterprise, and it looks like another one could come around in the next month or so...but the thing of it is, I don't want to make a career there. And tomorrow is a very special day...tomorrow I interview with a pharm-company in GR! I do so much want this job with them, but I have to continue to tell myself that God has it...and the moment I try to take control of tomorrow, He may just snatch it right out from under me. Not to be mean to me, of course, but because I do something to mess it up.<br /><br />I give it to him...right now. And even for you skeptics who don't know if God really exists, I ask for your thoughts tomorrow. I want the job - but more want God to lead me to all the exciting things He has planned.<br /><br />Please say a prayer. Thank you in advance.<br /><br />Lord, help my unbelief....<br />your sonJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1123430463555277742005-08-07T12:05:00.000-04:002005-08-07T12:08:19.346-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/277/3664/640/DSCF2269.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/277/3664/200/DSCF2269.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As the summer winds to a very warm close, Layne & I are still going to weddings. This one was wonderful! Outside, at a historic mill, complete with water wheel, Belgian draft horses and a little bridge over the water.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1123430684725171102005-08-07T12:04:00.000-04:002005-08-07T12:07:46.893-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/277/3664/640/DSCF2252.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/277/3664/200/DSCF2252.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Layne was throwing things at the wedding, so we had to put her in the stocks for all to see and mock. Long live the Queen!Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911416.post-1123430571156116182005-08-07T12:02:00.000-04:002005-08-07T12:07:17.963-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/277/3664/640/DSCF2274.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/277/3664/200/DSCF2274.jpg" border="0" /></a>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17962703091387108974noreply@blogger.com0