<?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-8536206576124292070</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:00:17.383-08:00</updated><category term='Trucks and Tractors'/><title type='text'>What's up with that ?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536206576124292070.post-3532559843367637487</id><published>2011-05-08T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:11:00.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trucks and Tractors'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every one should have an old truck and an old tractor. One needs an old tractor that makes a cool sound. A sound that can drowned out the noise of big problems. A sound that rocks you back to a better time, a bit of a time out. I love to drive it about like a boy on a big tonka truck. An old truck is better than a new one. New ones are to big and to posh. You can't hose out new truck when they get mud in them. One needs a truck that can take a scratch, a bit of mud in or out. An old truck makes for a bigger adventure. The road seem longer, the bumps seem more in number and yes bigger. Old trucks are comforting like a broke in chair verse a couch you can't eat on.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2N8cYaWV_VE/TcddsEEFOVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WCIYX69trxU/s1600/0507111909a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2N8cYaWV_VE/TcddsEEFOVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WCIYX69trxU/s200/0507111909a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604551272872360274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXKozg2tp8M/TcddggGcyUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PGi2Cxj5yeM/s1600/0507111908.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXKozg2tp8M/TcddggGcyUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PGi2Cxj5yeM/s200/0507111908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604551074240055618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536206576124292070-3532559843367637487?l=hottwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/3532559843367637487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8536206576124292070&amp;postID=3532559843367637487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/3532559843367637487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/3532559843367637487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/2011/05/every-one-should-have-old-truck-and-old.html' title=''/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2N8cYaWV_VE/TcddsEEFOVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WCIYX69trxU/s72-c/0507111909a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536206576124292070.post-3230695550246795020</id><published>2011-05-06T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T21:14:32.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wow its been a year sense I have posted ant thing. Mostly because I have suffered identity loss (That where one cannot remember their password). I have plans for more posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536206576124292070-3230695550246795020?l=hottwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/3230695550246795020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8536206576124292070&amp;postID=3230695550246795020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/3230695550246795020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/3230695550246795020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow-its-been-year-sense-i-have-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536206576124292070.post-7449708205744029499</id><published>2010-04-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T21:08:44.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/S8tcuBtbdfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GBDSn374AGE/s1600/5929_1105461395966_1209714618_30247229_8039798_s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/S8tcuBtbdfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GBDSn374AGE/s200/5929_1105461395966_1209714618_30247229_8039798_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461560918919575026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;Little Bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little feet in big shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little busy no time to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little prints on clean glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little legs running fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little toes skipping across the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little sneak going out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little body pushing to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little questions next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little messes every where he goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little fun stealing his nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little ears hear what I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little words come back each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little voice in nightly prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little heart with love to spare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8536206576124292070-7449708205744029499?l=hottwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/7449708205744029499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8536206576124292070&amp;postID=7449708205744029499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/7449708205744029499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/7449708205744029499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bit.html' title='Little Bit'/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/S8tcuBtbdfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GBDSn374AGE/s72-c/5929_1105461395966_1209714618_30247229_8039798_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536206576124292070.post-3060401894766100501</id><published>2010-04-10T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:18:57.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love a little louder</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week Jens woke up and crawled in bed with Terri and said " I love you Mom".&lt;br /&gt;Terri responded in a morning whisper "I love you Jens".&lt;br /&gt;"Mom " says Jens "Do you think you can  love me louder?"&lt;br /&gt;I think there is something profound in that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536206576124292070-3060401894766100501?l=hottwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/3060401894766100501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8536206576124292070&amp;postID=3060401894766100501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/3060401894766100501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/3060401894766100501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-little-louder.html' title='Love a little louder'/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536206576124292070.post-7271623795151443874</id><published>2009-11-24T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:17:10.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shores</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="0;0"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="0;0"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 		A:link { so-language: zxx } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If the world was mine, each home would have a shore, to sail to and from. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Port busy with the coming and goings of families and friends. Friendships new and loves old as the world. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Each treasure that passes never forgotten nor neglected. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;An ever expanding web of Love and care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Each its own to come and go, but always to return someday triumphant in glory to share the adventure. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Never staying away until hearts break but always returning to warm them. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stories of battles won, and stories of battles lost, but wounds heal at the port so another voyage can begin. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We go from one port to another all connecting old and new. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New ports and homes to go and come from until they are old, and full of tales. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536206576124292070-7271623795151443874?l=hottwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/7271623795151443874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8536206576124292070&amp;postID=7271623795151443874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/7271623795151443874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/7271623795151443874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/2009/11/shores.html' title='Shores'/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536206576124292070.post-1920804744549438767</id><published>2009-05-01T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:06:30.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can your Dad come out and play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfufBWH45LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BQcg3ZS5Kbo/s1600-h/100_6155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfufBWH45LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BQcg3ZS5Kbo/s200/100_6155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331029429390468274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:medium;"&gt;We have made some new friends. Across the way is a young family having a boy Lars's age, and even in his own class. Lars invited himself to be friends and the next thing you know Becca and Lars go play there often. Just this week I thought it would be fun to play catch with them, so I grabbed my mitt and joined the bunch. Today after work there came a knock at the back door. It was Sebastian Lars's friend from across the street. Can Rebbecca and her Dad come out and play? he asked. Wow I felt wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536206576124292070-1920804744549438767?l=hottwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/1920804744549438767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8536206576124292070&amp;postID=1920804744549438767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/1920804744549438767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/1920804744549438767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-your-dad-come-out-and-play.html' title='Can your Dad come out and play?'/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfufBWH45LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BQcg3ZS5Kbo/s72-c/100_6155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536206576124292070.post-2306989365071874977</id><published>2009-04-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:06:11.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jens Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfHzzxfyPgI/AAAAAAAAADo/0AfDIrg8Pr8/s200/Picture+013.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328307904941538818" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfHz0GGax2I/AAAAAAAAADw/RFYxPN91EuM/s200/Picture+015.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328307910472288098" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jens has a back yard which he has clammed as his own. He spends much of his days out in the back yard. He has fun on the slide left by the previous owners. He also loves to dig in the dirt. He has found every little thing there is to find. Jens also likes to go to the wood fence and work the neighbors three dogs into a frenzy. This past week was one of good weather. It allowed Jens to start a tan. If you look close at our roof you can see the bundles of shingles. Marv the roofer took advantage of the good days to put a new roof on our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfH3IDdwtkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3oaVA20qm5E/s200/100_6235.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328311551897155138" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfH3IRQrpVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dX5Xcz0ONPk/s200/100_6239.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328311555600393554" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday was a warm morning and as the day progressed a cold wind came in. I kept looking around to see if there were any dead people. Ya know like the movie. And as the sun went down the flakes of snow began to fall. We went from sixty something to thirty something in a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfH8KfBBdnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/34mvA523doM/s200/100_6243.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328317091210688114" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfH8KM6B7II/AAAAAAAAAEY/DVEJfOenAK4/s200/100_6240.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328317086349520002" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had been using the grill but as you can see we won't use it tonight. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfH-c5bjc4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/GtiWw88504A/s200/100_6245.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328319606562190210" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jens chose not to play outside today.&lt;/span&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/8536206576124292070-2306989365071874977?l=hottwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/2306989365071874977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8536206576124292070&amp;postID=2306989365071874977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/2306989365071874977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/2306989365071874977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/2009/04/jens-yard_24.html' title='Jens Yard'/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SfHzzxfyPgI/AAAAAAAAADo/0AfDIrg8Pr8/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536206576124292070.post-1520732428771862416</id><published>2009-04-05T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:51:36.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjLuR1d5MI/AAAAAAAAACw/0S8gxNV-JFQ/s1600-h/Photo013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjLuR1d5MI/AAAAAAAAACw/0S8gxNV-JFQ/s320/Photo013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226955660321986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya know how you pray for things and they seem to be just okay? Then you look back with a better view and then you think wow that worked out to well. This is how I feel now that my family and I are in the same house again after 7 weeks of a long distance relationship. As I was traveling between Grover and Sheridan, the roads were always in good condition. Even the day of the big move we had bare roads all the way on the 515 mile trip. The photo shows the Monday after we arrived, and were all unloaded. There has been snow on the ground, and roads sense. We started this whole move thing whale I still had work in Grover. My former boss told me as we were leaving things for him had slowed and what good timing I had for moving to a area with more work. Although there is more work here Jackson electric were I work has seen a slow down as well. Our hours are down from 50 hours a week to 40 hours a week. This has allowed me to get my family settled and spend some time with them. If we had moved latter in the spring or summer I am afraid that my work hours would not let us have this time to get things set.&lt;div&gt;This past week has given us a bit of snow, making us feel more at home, depressed but more like the valley we left. Ya know as we were leaving Star Valley I felt a bit like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laman&lt;/span&gt; and Lemuel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mite&lt;/span&gt; have felt leaving Jerusalem. I liked it here, I have Friends, I like the stuff I have here, I like my house, now tell me again why I am ding this. Maybe some day I will look back on all this and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;, what a genius I was to make this move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536206576124292070-1520732428771862416?l=hottwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/1520732428771862416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8536206576124292070&amp;postID=1520732428771862416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/1520732428771862416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/1520732428771862416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/2009/04/ya-know-how-you-pray-for-things-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjLuR1d5MI/AAAAAAAAACw/0S8gxNV-JFQ/s72-c/Photo013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536206576124292070.post-516640006917446395</id><published>2009-02-15T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:53:22.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There and back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SZj5EA-PplI/AAAAAAAAACA/W2t9HsaVSzw/s1600-h/WyoRoad.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SZj5EA-PplI/AAAAAAAAACA/W2t9HsaVSzw/s320/WyoRoad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303262408604624466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SZj4RweBB8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/BAOVivqj0gM/s1600-h/WyoMont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SZj4RweBB8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/BAOVivqj0gM/s320/WyoMont.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303261545181022146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SZjw1aCROqI/AAAAAAAAABw/eaZp5KMR6xY/s320/WorkTruck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the journey through the wilderness for our family has begun. I made the solitary trek from Grover to Sheridan two weeks ago. The road was long and full of anticipation. Anxiety fueled me through the first week. Jackson Electric is a real mans job. There has been little orientation, it's a learn as you go job. For instance, the truck they gave me (see picture above) was low on gas. I asked the apprentice,"where do I go to get gas?" The Holiday station or the Coop he answered. I chose the Holiday (better goodies). So I pump the gas into my ford 3/4 ton with a v-10 Triton, and go in to charge the fuel. The gal at the counter (assistant manager) looked at me like I was green. I was handed a phone and had to call Alecia (the Secretary whose name I get wrong every time) for help. You need a card for that, she said, do I have one? no. The shop Foreman thought that was so funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The work I have done so far has been right up my ally, and I worry less about being able to hang in there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was given Monday off work so I could could make the Marathon home to sign papers on our Grover house and pick up a load of stuff to move back. Well its late and I have an early wake up so bye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536206576124292070-516640006917446395?l=hottwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/516640006917446395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8536206576124292070&amp;postID=516640006917446395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/516640006917446395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/516640006917446395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-and-back-again.html' title='There and back again'/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SZj5EA-PplI/AAAAAAAAACA/W2t9HsaVSzw/s72-c/WyoRoad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536206576124292070.post-6223961954450294612</id><published>2008-09-27T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:33:00.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay I give in</title><content type='html'>I was never going to "Blog" but you know, Every One is doing it so... Really I went to leave a comment on sisters blog and it spit me out because I was not a "blogger".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you will find that my grammar is horrid and my spelling sub par (I am a student of spell check). You will have to get over it, I did. I didn't graduate from high school because of my excellent grammar, but rather my willingness to clean desks for extra credit (true story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of our country and even our whole planet seems to driven on opinion and gossip. The media does not report strait facts very often. The major media outlets seem to have kicked that habit sometime in the eighties. Reports seem to be opinions or at best he said or she said. Every outlet seems to have a position and the spin from that position. I listened to the last half of the presidential debate Friday. One candidate would say a half truth to better his position and the other would fallow suite. I do think one did obviously have more understanding and depth, but that again is my opinion. After the debate comes the panel one says what he thinks than the other says the opposite, leaving you hanging in the middle, or to create an opinion of your own. Well this my domain and here my opinions rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First opinion Government tends to gravitate to self serving instead of public service. We have a energy crises so what does our government do ? Free up our racecourses ? Aid in producing more energy ? In one of the last energy bills I understand they outlawed incandescent light bulbs (the ones you like) by the year 2010. All you will be able to get are the fluorescent (the Al Gore bulbs). This suppose to help save the planet and help with the energy problem. What ever !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure they use less electricity, not enough to make up for our growing demand. As for the environment, fluorescent are allot more toxic than our regular bulbs. Why then are we being punished with irritating form of lighting. Its like it is with Christan rock, it don't make Christianity better, it only makes rock worse. these new bulbs wont make our problems go away, only make swear in morning when it take a half hour for them to reach a level of brightness that will allow me to tell if I am putting on my clothes or my wife's. What makes the politicians think, hey I know how we can save the planet and fix our energy problems, lets make every one use these more expensive irritating light bulbs. Was it lobbyists? or bribes from somewhere? I wish I knew. I know they didn't ask me because I would have told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we are hearing of an other bailout out of companies that went were they were not suppose to go. 700 Billion that's like 6 thousand for every taxpayer in this country. You tell me whats up with that. It seems that our current economy runs only on spending. People have spent what they could, than borrowed on credit and spent more. That was not enough so credit was extended and extended till it burst. Now the banks have to be bailed out so that more credit can be extended. Will that work? I have an Idea why don't they give every house hold a million dollars if you make under a 100,000 a year. It would probably be less then the 700 billion and we could bail our own butts out and leave the fat cats to thin up. When did America go from being a self built country to having to be bailed out. I am sure that those who can still be independent or self sufficient will walk through this crises without much damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It burns me that our politicians pay more attention to what that "big companies" want rather than what our citizens need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough opinion for one night. Just remember that as darkness extends over one part of the earth, Light increases over the other. Go towards the light!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536206576124292070-6223961954450294612?l=hottwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/feeds/6223961954450294612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8536206576124292070&amp;postID=6223961954450294612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/6223961954450294612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8536206576124292070/posts/default/6223961954450294612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottwired.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-i-give-in.html' title='okay I give in'/><author><name>hotwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794229985696235489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URWJ_2CM9dU/SdjHJtydKOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2R2mDY9OP0/S220/Image040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
