tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59531604603675587512024-03-13T07:34:47.968-06:00Steve's Random ThoughtYeah, it's random alright.Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.comBlogger262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-72718741280258216412012-01-01T03:09:00.005-07:002012-01-01T03:17:45.386-07:00Cellphone Pictures 2011Well, it just so happens that it has come that time again-- These pictures were all taken by my cellphone through this past year. Thank you to those who made these possible. There are captions on all the photos, while not all are funny, some will help clear up confusion and give the viewer a sense of life purpose and direction. <br /><br /><table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Shamvas/FitToBeTied?authuser=0&authkey=Gv1sRgCMTb2O_uibrw1gE&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o_5soYwY4Vo/TwAvz1qxfaE/AAAAAAAAG2o/6H2b_cZ8uVo/s160-c/FitToBeTied.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Shamvas/FitToBeTied?authuser=0&authkey=Gv1sRgCMTb2O_uibrw1gE&feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">Fit to be Tied</a></td></tr></table>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-69333673664034111922011-11-13T23:06:00.002-07:002011-11-13T23:07:34.696-07:00Stick With It!<div>Sometimes... you just know.</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNv10sRTSvk/TsCwEXWl86I/AAAAAAAAG10/GA6ZvjSbufM/s1600/The%2Bright%2Bman.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNv10sRTSvk/TsCwEXWl86I/AAAAAAAAG10/GA6ZvjSbufM/s400/The%2Bright%2Bman.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674729119521567650" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-81627327821233608062011-11-13T22:32:00.004-07:002011-11-13T22:37:02.660-07:00Stick With It!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD3ukPWmJuw/TsCo7bQW8LI/AAAAAAAAG1o/bQSl_LEIqww/s1600/Curiosity.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD3ukPWmJuw/TsCo7bQW8LI/AAAAAAAAG1o/bQSl_LEIqww/s400/Curiosity.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674721269368942770" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-10994520186291607332011-10-03T20:45:00.003-06:002011-10-03T20:46:05.814-06:00Stick With It!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47B448tLwAw/TopzV1hkD8I/AAAAAAAAG1Y/e5Nkj7Anx48/s1600/time%2Bflies.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47B448tLwAw/TopzV1hkD8I/AAAAAAAAG1Y/e5Nkj7Anx48/s400/time%2Bflies.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659462700726751170" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lsip7nZFdho/TopzR9bEA7I/AAAAAAAAG1Q/GADt1gaUsSs/s1600/The_Buck_Stop.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lsip7nZFdho/TopzR9bEA7I/AAAAAAAAG1Q/GADt1gaUsSs/s400/The_Buck_Stop.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659462634127492018" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-8912303544530403212011-09-04T18:57:00.001-06:002011-09-04T18:59:33.930-06:00Stick With It!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw_GX6Yw8JQ/TmQeu7nrk4I/AAAAAAAAG1I/wY_-ETeaKpM/s1600/framed.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw_GX6Yw8JQ/TmQeu7nrk4I/AAAAAAAAG1I/wY_-ETeaKpM/s400/framed.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648673624256385922" /></a>
<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4f2OcJO4H4/TmQetviWNeI/AAAAAAAAG1A/acKDgDne8eM/s1600/Garage.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4f2OcJO4H4/TmQetviWNeI/AAAAAAAAG1A/acKDgDne8eM/s400/Garage.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648673603832919522" /></a>
<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2bdJ1ZPXWA/TmQetJ49LCI/AAAAAAAAG04/aryzl6TONgw/s1600/Movers_Shakers.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2bdJ1ZPXWA/TmQetJ49LCI/AAAAAAAAG04/aryzl6TONgw/s400/Movers_Shakers.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648673593727200290" /></a>
<br />Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-47695400736650160342011-08-28T02:03:00.002-06:002011-08-28T02:04:52.578-06:00Stick With It!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gue-6_Gc7P4/Tln2ca4_KZI/AAAAAAAAG0w/BiQ75Udj78s/s1600/Hounded%2Band%2BBadgered.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gue-6_Gc7P4/Tln2ca4_KZI/AAAAAAAAG0w/BiQ75Udj78s/s400/Hounded%2Band%2BBadgered.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645814576000739730" /></a>
<br />Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-71181725705084077442011-08-21T00:00:00.000-06:002011-08-21T00:00:05.333-06:00Stick With It!<div>
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<br /><div>This is a little revision on an old idea.</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87Ki6qbJDUI/Tk91V_b03uI/AAAAAAAAG0o/sE0bDSKN_tU/s1600/Planning%2Ba%2Btrip.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87Ki6qbJDUI/Tk91V_b03uI/AAAAAAAAG0o/sE0bDSKN_tU/s400/Planning%2Ba%2Btrip.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642857878784368354" /></a><div>
<br /></div><div>Love it? Hate it? I'd love to hear how I'm doing.</div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-51068499383308613312011-08-16T02:26:00.002-06:002011-08-16T02:28:06.364-06:00Stick With It!Yeah, it's a little late, but nevertheless-- here.
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<br />Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-84806429687571631662011-08-07T00:00:00.001-06:002011-08-07T00:00:16.614-06:00Stick With It!<div>This first one needs a little work.. I'm thinking I need a table in the background with a freshly cooked dinner.. (If you could just imagine that, it'd make my life easier) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kbH7gWzbvU/Tj4pqEDfcHI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/UtHVs6skePs/s1600/Mealtime.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kbH7gWzbvU/Tj4pqEDfcHI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/UtHVs6skePs/s400/Mealtime.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637989586134069362" /></a><br /><div>I'm not sure if I'm the dropper or the dropee. </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-geDFEDl7cs8/Tj4Y7ta95II/AAAAAAAAG0I/LCceS5CkVFg/s1600/dropping%2Bthe%2Bball.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-geDFEDl7cs8/Tj4Y7ta95II/AAAAAAAAG0I/LCceS5CkVFg/s400/dropping%2Bthe%2Bball.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637971197598491778" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-66500235207870441422011-08-03T23:46:00.002-06:002011-08-03T23:55:19.101-06:00Randomness of The Day<div>This morning I arrived to work and noticed that someone had taken my chair and the keyboard from my normal workstation, so I plodded off in search of a suitable habitat. I finally arrived at another cubicle that had all the comforts of my last... With the exception of one-- A mouse pad. Everyday it seems that someone steals my mouse pad. I am constantly looking for one, else I bring my own. Seems that my workplace has a shortage of them, so this hardship got me thinking. I began down the road of wishing I had a nice pad of my own... suddenly I realized that mice would like a nice pad of their own too. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, all that to say; this is what happens when you have too much time on your hands at work. </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUd8ZXIyxd8/TjoyavOpvSI/AAAAAAAAG0A/g0UEi9ZD7JQ/s1600/mousepad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUd8ZXIyxd8/TjoyavOpvSI/AAAAAAAAG0A/g0UEi9ZD7JQ/s400/mousepad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636873318543506722" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-4044703070378783672011-07-31T01:20:00.004-06:002011-07-31T01:24:44.939-06:00Stick With It!Yeah, that's right...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6UubSOvezg/TjUC-8n2DeI/AAAAAAAAGz4/CwDoPfIFuJg/s1600/inner%2Bpeas.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6UubSOvezg/TjUC-8n2DeI/AAAAAAAAGz4/CwDoPfIFuJg/s400/inner%2Bpeas.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635413789172436450" border="0" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-499969229396997182011-01-18T18:51:00.001-07:002011-01-18T18:53:28.986-07:00Stick With It!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TTZDx7DJOPI/AAAAAAAAGyg/lSnlIduIykE/s1600/Footlocker.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TTZDx7DJOPI/AAAAAAAAGyg/lSnlIduIykE/s400/Footlocker.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563708914606356722" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-65236071502837137872011-01-16T18:08:00.002-07:002011-01-16T18:09:03.126-07:00Stick With It!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TTOWpkOsXLI/AAAAAAAAGyY/u_MHNA9s9es/s1600/Never_Miss_A_Beet.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TTOWpkOsXLI/AAAAAAAAGyY/u_MHNA9s9es/s400/Never_Miss_A_Beet.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562955605576801458" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-65420159532565855182011-01-11T18:54:00.002-07:002011-01-11T18:56:30.110-07:00Stick With It!<div>Yeah, it's been a while.<div>This cartoon is especially lame.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TS0KNbj_eCI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/nxxqfM8uE2A/s1600/last%2Bleg.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TS0KNbj_eCI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/nxxqfM8uE2A/s320/last%2Bleg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561112340725725218" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-51260293687577993552011-01-10T03:04:00.002-07:002011-01-10T03:11:37.870-07:00Cellphone Pictures from 2010It's only been 5 months!<br />Hopefully this will make up for some of my tardiness!<br />These pictures will hopefully give you small look into my life, please enjoy.<br />If you were in one of these pictures, I'm sorry.<br /><br /><table style="width: 194px;"><tbody><tr><td style="height: 194px; background: url("http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif") no-repeat scroll left center transparent;" align="center"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Shamvas/CellphonePictures2010?authkey=Gv1sRgCKbUvtjj-s_PNQ&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TSq3NXQHAGE/AAAAAAAAGxM/ji80-naQGG4/s160-c/CellphonePictures2010.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" width="160" height="160" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Shamvas/CellphonePictures2010?authkey=Gv1sRgCKbUvtjj-s_PNQ&feat=embedwebsite" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Cellphone Pictures 2010</a></td></tr></tbody></table>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-60476879107138544252010-07-25T01:18:00.003-06:002010-07-25T01:19:52.486-06:00Stick With It!If you can't beat 'em... you aren't trying hard enough.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TEvlS7M3GfI/AAAAAAAAGYY/Voh-6mMrtaA/s1600/Heavy+handed.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TEvlS7M3GfI/AAAAAAAAGYY/Voh-6mMrtaA/s320/Heavy+handed.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497739883427863026" border="0" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-30235850878425855202010-07-17T23:45:00.005-06:002010-07-18T00:12:21.819-06:00Stick With It!Yes, it's been a while..<br />Hope you enjoy this installment of "Stick With It!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TEKVetkPBaI/AAAAAAAAGX4/tVbYYI1bW0Q/s1600/ruler.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/TEKVetkPBaI/AAAAAAAAGX4/tVbYYI1bW0Q/s320/ruler.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118850205615522" border="0" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-39202114316789352682010-05-11T11:55:00.005-06:002010-05-11T12:34:25.294-06:00IT'S MINE!<div align="left">A friend called me about an ad on Craig's list.. He was interested in the leather couch and since I was less than a block away, I told him I'd check it out. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The Craig's List ad said:</div><br />Free estate items. Leather couch and loveseat. Another 3 seat couch and love seat, kitchenware and dishes and misc. Knick knacks and pictures in frames. Today from 10am to 11am... Please no emails back, just be there.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">9:50 AM I pulled up to the house... and saw this:<br /></div><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-md0fOkmeI/AAAAAAAAGTM/D2XLWRzSdG0/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470076747479554530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-md0fOkmeI/AAAAAAAAGTM/D2XLWRzSdG0/s320/1.jpg" /></a> </p><p align="center">I walked around and talked to some of the people there.<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-mdz2obT_I/AAAAAAAAGTE/gAwuce-XV9o/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470076736582143986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-mdz2obT_I/AAAAAAAAGTE/gAwuce-XV9o/s320/2.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">Right at 10 am, the garage door opened..</div><div align="center">And EVERYONE RAN...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-mdziKJ9uI/AAAAAAAAGS8/9PIUJ6HS2p8/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470076731086468834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-mdziKJ9uI/AAAAAAAAGS8/9PIUJ6HS2p8/s320/3.jpg" /></a><br />Before the garage door was all the way open, </div><div align="center">two big guys jumped on the couch and said:</div><div align="center">"I got it first, I got it first! IT'S MINE!"<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-mdzQ6nAvI/AAAAAAAAGS0/iYk9UHCQdyk/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470076726457860850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-mdzQ6nAvI/AAAAAAAAGS0/iYk9UHCQdyk/s320/4.jpg" /></a> The guy that jumped best, is just out of the frame on the left.<br />The one that was yelling is in the red.<br />The lady on the right was yelling at him.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-mdzICshkI/AAAAAAAAGSs/AYALIgoJXJA/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470076724075857474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-mdzICshkI/AAAAAAAAGSs/AYALIgoJXJA/s320/5.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left">This is the most exciting day I've had in a while. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">This gives me ideas.. If people would kill each other for a leather couch, just think what they would do for something better.... </div></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-80041879556913238362010-05-06T17:19:00.007-06:002010-05-06T18:05:06.988-06:00Seth: An Adventure for a Sharp Pencil<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "> Ephesians 5:15-16</span></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: normal; ">Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. -esv</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I have 2 online college courses. I usually take the test on the very last day, and somehow, I’m actually ready to take the test today, a full 3 days before the last possible day.. But as I got ready to take the test, I realized that my pencil was broken!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPrvu3CpI/AAAAAAAAGRM/t6f-sR-SGqI/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPrvu3CpI/AAAAAAAAGRM/t6f-sR-SGqI/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301985523894930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">OH NO! I cried. </div><div>Why do I need a pencil for an online class? I don’t know.. I might, and well, you never know when you need a sharp pencil. On my way to the sharpener, I realized that my room needed some cleaning! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPrcklW6I/AAAAAAAAGRE/yUdipPRTuTk/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPrcklW6I/AAAAAAAAGRE/yUdipPRTuTk/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301980380519330" /></a>So, I pulled out the vacuum and began to sweep.. As I swept, I glanced out my window. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPjgJX93I/AAAAAAAAGQ8/C1GosE7PPCI/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPjgJX93I/AAAAAAAAGQ8/C1GosE7PPCI/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301843901183858" /></a>Imagine my shock to find that there were weeds growing. Me, oh my.. I said to myself. I must get those pulled before they get out of hand! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPiw3d6lI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/krw5KNrtW6I/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPiw3d6lI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/krw5KNrtW6I/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301831209609810" /></a>Shortly after pulling all the weeds, I noticed the lawn needed to be mowed, and knowing that a thing like mowing shouldn't be put off, I quickly sprung to action.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPiX_6KNI/AAAAAAAAGQs/FSl4yemTslk/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPiX_6KNI/AAAAAAAAGQs/FSl4yemTslk/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301824534128850" /></a><br /></div><div>After all that hard work, I sat down to a nice bowl of popcorn to reward myself for a job well done.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPiD99M_I/AAAAAAAAGQk/WnLthhVSN58/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPiD99M_I/AAAAAAAAGQk/WnLthhVSN58/s320/6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301819157230578" /></a>Joe suddenly burst into my room, yelling at me that it's time to play chess. Although I needed to do my test, I was willing to be selfless and put my sibling first.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPY0aTmlI/AAAAAAAAGQM/cuzJVcSKRM4/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPY0aTmlI/AAAAAAAAGQM/cuzJVcSKRM4/s320/8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301660362349138" /></a>We played.... and played.. and </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPhpY5PbI/AAAAAAAAGQc/qNQuMl6j-vs/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPhpY5PbI/AAAAAAAAGQc/qNQuMl6j-vs/s320/7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301812022459826" /></a></div><div>And before we knew it, the clock struck nine.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPZp8PzSI/AAAAAAAAGQU/6gnrbF7cBbQ/s1600/7.1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPZp8PzSI/AAAAAAAAGQU/6gnrbF7cBbQ/s320/7.1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301674731785506" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>As I was heading to the pencil sharpener, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the living room needed to be straightened up. After all that work, I heard Beth call.. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPYQ_iquI/AAAAAAAAGQE/xH3Zwd2Dovg/s1600/9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPYQ_iquI/AAAAAAAAGQE/xH3Zwd2Dovg/s320/9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301650854849250" /></a><br /></div><div>Beth's wall: the only place you can find "Seth." A random picture she displays, to all who are brave enough to enter her room. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPYHneMVI/AAAAAAAAGP8/IWflxvbewUk/s1600/10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPYHneMVI/AAAAAAAAGP8/IWflxvbewUk/s320/10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301648337973586" /></a>"I didn't call you," she replies. "Get back to work," she says. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPXqKd77I/AAAAAAAAGP0/UTNHMqbyN3Q/s1600/11.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NPXqKd77I/AAAAAAAAGP0/UTNHMqbyN3Q/s320/11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301640431693746" /></a>Just as I was about to sharpen my pencil, so I could finally take my test.. I noticed that the dishes needed to be washed. Out of the goodness of my heart, I took the task upon myself.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NOxViT_QI/AAAAAAAAGPM/H1mWcrN75HE/s1600/12.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NOxViT_QI/AAAAAAAAGPM/H1mWcrN75HE/s320/12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468300982059531522" /></a>As I scrubbed all the pots, pans, plates, forks, spoons, knives, and anything else I could find in the dishwasher, I suddenly realized that my motorcycle needed to be washed! Although I knew that my school was calling, the pencil needed to be sharpened, but washing the motorcycle was a task that couldn't be put off. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NOx4u0SvI/AAAAAAAAGPU/NkUVqgJ09BQ/s1600/13.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NOx4u0SvI/AAAAAAAAGPU/NkUVqgJ09BQ/s320/13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468300991507221234" /></a><br /></div><div>After a fine job-well-done, I selflessly cut up an orange and shared it with the family. Although they were all sleeping, I know that they would have enjoyed eating it as much as me. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NOyCy6LSI/AAAAAAAAGPc/wT_psvJ6Qf0/s1600/14.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NOyCy6LSI/AAAAAAAAGPc/wT_psvJ6Qf0/s320/14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468300994208738594" /></a>Finally, I was able to sharpen that pencil.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NOyk3w4GI/AAAAAAAAGPk/CiYgR74ReYk/s1600/15.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NOyk3w4GI/AAAAAAAAGPk/CiYgR74ReYk/s320/15.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301003355906146" /></a><br /></div><div>I finished sharpening, and looked up.. lo and behold, I was almost out of day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NOy6IjvxI/AAAAAAAAGPs/9Wsyd741wpo/s1600/16.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S-NOy6IjvxI/AAAAAAAAGPs/9Wsyd741wpo/s320/16.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301009063493394" /></a><br /></div><div>Imagine that.. well, I still have two full days to do my test.... </div><div><br /></div><div>UH OH! I broke my pencil. </div><div><br /></div></div>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-47061094140425953802010-05-01T23:00:00.000-06:002010-05-01T23:01:16.303-06:00Stick With It!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S90G_cnT1nI/AAAAAAAAGPA/zkiq5O7gDW8/s1600/NotLightly.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S90G_cnT1nI/AAAAAAAAGPA/zkiq5O7gDW8/s400/NotLightly.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466533209780246130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S90G-0XypAI/AAAAAAAAGO4/drS4lzLGodA/s1600/GoodTaste.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S90G-0XypAI/AAAAAAAAGO4/drS4lzLGodA/s400/GoodTaste.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466533198977737730" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-89360420222263221332010-04-19T16:53:00.003-06:002010-04-19T16:54:59.400-06:00Stick With It!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S8ze9uWdrpI/AAAAAAAAGOY/M_VraKEJk4M/s1600/ArmProblems.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S8ze9uWdrpI/AAAAAAAAGOY/M_VraKEJk4M/s400/ArmProblems.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461985600089206418" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-10103092091779163572010-04-11T19:09:00.001-06:002010-04-11T19:11:11.569-06:00Stick With It!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S8JzFD117mI/AAAAAAAAGOM/IbW_jRij-p4/s1600/woodchuck.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S8JzFD117mI/AAAAAAAAGOM/IbW_jRij-p4/s400/woodchuck.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459052229094141538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S8JzEat6W-I/AAAAAAAAGOE/NCojsitxXMc/s1600/Toasting.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S8JzEat6W-I/AAAAAAAAGOE/NCojsitxXMc/s400/Toasting.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459052218055023586" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-42132328775082906252010-04-11T14:56:00.001-06:002010-04-11T14:57:49.440-06:00It's coming..No, not mayday.. a new Stick With It! is right around the corner. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-23353531363310783012010-03-30T00:12:00.003-06:002010-03-30T00:17:40.790-06:00Going for a Ride<div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever heard the term “jump ship?”<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S7GWsXBj85I/AAAAAAAAGNk/e6DPWreXj0U/s1600/Jumpingship.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S7GWsXBj85I/AAAAAAAAGNk/e6DPWreXj0U/s400/Jumpingship.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454306312561357714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> Generally, if you jump ship, you leave a job or activity suddenly before it is finished, especially to go and do something for someone else. I think that this term has a lot to do with commitment. A person that is committed to what they are doing, will stay with the task till the bitter end. Someone that is committed will see and understand the difficulty they will face in their commitment and prepare for it.<br /><br /><br />Back in the days when I worked at Lakeside Shopping Center, there was a tunnel under the mall. The tunnel was used as a loading dock for all the deliveries to the stores. The tunnel was built poorly, so water from the parking lot would drain down into the tunnel. This water would almost never dry, and therefore contributed a nice thin layer of scum that was very slippery. (It also contributed a very strange odor, but that’s a different story)<br /><br />We would often use this slippery surface for our enjoyment. Lakeside shopping center had a golf cart, for plowing sidewalks, doing trash rounds, and just getting around the massive 40 Acre piece of land. If you could get the golf cart up to top speed on the down ramp into the tunnel, by the time you hit the water / scum, with some careful braking and steering wheel maneuvers, the golf cart would do a perfect 360. While this could be potentially dangerous, I had done it enough times, that I was quite proficient.<br /><br /><br />One day, one of my friends came over to Lakeside, so I could help him work on his car. I was still on the job doing trash, and offered him a ride down into the tunnel… I saw the water… The temptation was too great. I was at top speed at the end of the ramp, and I told him to hang on! “We’re going to do a spin.” Before I knew what was happening, he jokingly said “no way” and promptly jumped off the speeding golf cart. <br /><br /><br />The next few seconds happened so quickly that I’m not quite sure what all happened. I am sure of one thing: a person can’t instantly start running 20 MPH. I stomped on the brake and looked back. A cloud of dust enveloped a still rolling human figure. When I arrived on the scene, blood was dripping from his scraped hands, as he said… “Well…. that was kinda stupid, wasn’t it?”<br /><br /><br />My friend wasn’t committed to our golf cart trip.Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953160460367558751.post-47632752423100261782010-03-21T00:21:00.003-06:002010-03-21T00:52:15.696-06:00Stick With It!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S6XB2LmGR6I/AAAAAAAAGNc/HOQ67J9-Pfc/s1600-h/On+me.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S6XB2LmGR6I/AAAAAAAAGNc/HOQ67J9-Pfc/s400/On+me.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450976060571535266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S6W7pMZA19I/AAAAAAAAGNU/z1Itxfat7_k/s1600-h/Can%27t+stand.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8pv6BB3n7g/S6W7pMZA19I/AAAAAAAAGNU/z1Itxfat7_k/s400/Can%27t+stand.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450969240377022418" border="0" /></a>Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111081678114550488noreply@blogger.com4