<?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-10068552</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:06:43.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mis-adventures of Keith</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the story of the interesting (or un-interesting for that matter) daily life adventures of Keith Hollaway. The events written herein are 100% factual. Any similarities to actual events and persons is completely intentional.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>461</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-393206499875294060</id><published>2008-08-03T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:53:36.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The heat is on...</title><content type='html'>107 in the shade today here in Dallas, with a heat index (what it feels like) of 112.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to break out the popsicles kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-393206499875294060?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/393206499875294060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=393206499875294060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/393206499875294060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/393206499875294060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/08/heat-is-on.html' title='The heat is on...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5896412968803350775</id><published>2008-08-03T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:50:06.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>After 4 years, my personal laptop decided to display the blue screen of death this morning. It was already a 4 year old laptop when I first got it (making it 8 years old), so it has served it's purpose well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am attempting to get used to this brand new HP laptop, with the huge 17 inch screen, built in web cam, and all. Not digging the Windows Vista system just yet, but I'll master it soon. If not, I may be looking to dive into the world of Apple (gasp!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5896412968803350775?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5896412968803350775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5896412968803350775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5896412968803350775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5896412968803350775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/08/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-6549225215457174945</id><published>2008-07-28T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:40.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wokin' &amp; Rolling at Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/SI5-GgJSVFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jOh6G3PZZt0/s1600-h/Starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228254867596923986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/SI5-GgJSVFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jOh6G3PZZt0/s320/Starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strolled into my local Starbucks this morning when lo and behold.........brand new machines! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Chinese woks on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$16k/each. Better shots. Shorter than the old ones, to encourage conversation with the baristas (which I'm sure they are really excited about.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-6549225215457174945?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/6549225215457174945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=6549225215457174945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6549225215457174945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6549225215457174945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/07/wokin-rolling-at-starbucks.html' title='Wokin&apos; &amp; Rolling at Starbucks'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/SI5-GgJSVFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jOh6G3PZZt0/s72-c/Starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-6408348463222867990</id><published>2008-07-28T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:09:12.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday...bah da...bah da da da...</title><content type='html'>OK, I pretty much dig Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds nuts, but I like them, and Mondays are always kind of a reboot. No matter how bad the previous week was, on Monday you have yet to screw this week up. Plenty of weeks would have been great weeks had they ended by Wednesday, but noooo...you had to push on to Friday. Cut your losses, that's what I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-6408348463222867990?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/6408348463222867990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=6408348463222867990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6408348463222867990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6408348463222867990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-mondaybah-dabah-da-da-da.html' title='Monday Monday...bah da...bah da da da...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8894462761155042581</id><published>2008-07-27T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:09:14.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back in the saddle again</title><content type='html'>After a 6 month blogging hiatus, I have returned to the Ponderosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of changes have happened in the last 6 months. Way too much to cover in this simple post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing really for now is just to let you know that I AM BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8894462761155042581?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8894462761155042581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8894462761155042581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8894462761155042581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8894462761155042581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-in-saddle-again.html' title='I&apos;m back in the saddle again'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5419149853011188227</id><published>2008-01-10T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:40.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dress Barn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4bhfyZwDkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GKKgWHz3gEs/s1600-h/DressBarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154054759794085442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4bhfyZwDkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GKKgWHz3gEs/s320/DressBarn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies, would you actually buy a dress in a store called "The Dress Barn?" I find the name of this store very offensive, and I'm a guy. To me associating the word "barn" with anything to do with the female gender is walking on dangerous ground. For example, saying things like "Gee honey, you know I love you, even though you're as big as a barn", or something like "Of course I can hit you from here, you're as big as a barn". Or how about, "Honey, what a lovely new fragrance, what's it called 'Essence of Barn'?" Or "Wow, you got really embarrassed when I said that, you were as red as a barn!" See what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do the dresses look like anyway? All I can see are very large floral printed dresses with poofy sleeves, or how about some sweet one piece denim home-school mom jumpers! If they had an athletic department, I'm seeing polyester culottes, talk about spontaneous combustion!And nightgowns? Lots of baggy flannel folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guys, if you're looking for a dress for you wife, bringing one home in a box labeled "The Dress Barn", may not improve your marriage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5419149853011188227?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5419149853011188227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5419149853011188227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5419149853011188227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5419149853011188227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/dress-barn.html' title='The Dress Barn'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4bhfyZwDkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GKKgWHz3gEs/s72-c/DressBarn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5617714025825881631</id><published>2008-01-09T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:40.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Gladiators</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4U-BSZwDjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/oAdzbqlemuI/s1600-h/gladiator.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153593540436037170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4U-BSZwDjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/oAdzbqlemuI/s320/gladiator.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I the only one watching American Gladiators? I loved this show when it was on back in the day…and I was pumped to hear it was coming back…with the Hulkster! You got to love him, brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed up and watched it Sunday night, and also on Monday. I am hooked! By the way, what’s up with the Wolf dude?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5617714025825881631?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5617714025825881631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5617714025825881631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5617714025825881631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5617714025825881631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/american-gladiators.html' title='American Gladiators'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4U-BSZwDjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/oAdzbqlemuI/s72-c/gladiator.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-2196384815938458674</id><published>2008-01-09T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:40.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4Ti5CZwDiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tFaOVr-vk6o/s1600-h/Squirrel_xing_thumb_640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153493343143988770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4Ti5CZwDiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tFaOVr-vk6o/s320/Squirrel_xing_thumb_640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Sunday was a beautiful, warm Winter day. I was driving on the roads in my neighborhood, making my way to the house with the windows down and the sunroof open. It was a picture perfect day. The sun was shining through the brilliant colors in the trees (yes, we still have leaves on the trees in Texas). A warm breeze was blowing. It couldn't get any better than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was driving, I saw two squirrels playing in the road up ahead. They too were enjoying this incredible day. All I can tell you is that it was like a Disney movie, everything was brilliant in color and in slow motion. The squirrels seemed to be part of some new wonderful talking-animal kids movie. You know the kind that just sucks you in, where the girl dog comes running over the hills with a bow in her hair, ears flopping, and the boy dog sees the girl dog and does a double take, runs toward her, drooling out the side of his mouth, and they both spend the afternoon running through a field of daisies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The squirrels just seemed to be dancing in mid air. I was totally mesmerized. So mesmerized in fact that I ran them over. I'm not kidding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been in a car, whether driving or riding where a squirrel was run over. Every single time, even though they seem to wait until the last second, they always, always, always get out of the way! Not this time. I was shocked and horrified at the sound of the thud. I looked in my rear view mirror to see that I had totally wiped out not one, but two squirrel lovers, who were not dancing, but mating in the middle of Madison Dr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey...at least they died happy :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-2196384815938458674?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/2196384815938458674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=2196384815938458674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2196384815938458674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2196384815938458674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/squirrel-killer.html' title='Squirrel Killer'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4Ti5CZwDiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tFaOVr-vk6o/s72-c/Squirrel_xing_thumb_640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4119958230546690147</id><published>2008-01-08T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:41.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4PHoSZwDhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/oQfXaFWO8F8/s1600-h/outdated01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153181893590519314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4PHoSZwDhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/oQfXaFWO8F8/s320/outdated01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the day it happened… I was scanning through the radio on a recent road trip and heard a familiar Bon Jovi song. Naturally, I stopped and cranked the sucker up and sang .. Yea, screamed at the top of my lungs. Suddenly, I was back in my Levi Jeans, the ones with the very tapered legs, and black leather jacket, caught up in yesteryear, which really seems more like yesterday. Then it happened… the song ended, and the DJ belted out “You’re listening to 95 Classic Rock, your home for all the hits from yesterday.” I grabbed my chest, pulled over to the side of the road and cried like a little schoolgirl. Classic Rock? What the…? I was 18 like two days ago, and now my music is on classic rock radio? When did this happen? Who decides when music gets shuffled from the “hip and happening” stations to the “remember these guys radio”? That was the day I realized it had happened, I was getting older and had slipped into that category that I was so sure I would never fall into. But wait a second…I was cool, I sang, people liked me, but apparently, as of today, I am outdated. Today I am Davy Jones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So any of you 20-somethings out their reading this, take my advice. Go easy on those 10-20 years older than you. Someday you will lose your hair, and your music will end up on classic rock stations and be labeled by your kids as “cheesy”. When that day happens, call me. I will laugh at you, but only for a minute. I will take you out for coffee, I will give you a hug and tell you “it’s gonna be alright, your life isn’t over and trust me you don’t want to be in your 20’s again. Be strong, keep your chin up and by the way, why are you still wearing those Chuck Taylor’s? They stopped being cool like 10 years ago!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4119958230546690147?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4119958230546690147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4119958230546690147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4119958230546690147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4119958230546690147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/outdated.html' title='Outdated'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R4PHoSZwDhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/oQfXaFWO8F8/s72-c/outdated01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-3098396202469415269</id><published>2008-01-07T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:57:10.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Randomness</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been off the chain busy! So glad to be back into the swing of things again. So let the rantings of randomness and penguins commence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite tree has always been the giant pine tree. Since I was a boy I loved them. Something about them looking both dejected yet triumphant. Yes I thought that when I was a boy… I was kind of a deep kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many polls rank William Henry Harrison as the worst president of all time. But can you really blame a guy for dying a month into office? Now as govenor of Indiana, and senator in Ohio, he was a tyrant and supported the genocide of native americans, so maybe he would have been the worst President, but we’ll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homer Simpson once asked Flanders this question: “Could God heat up a burrito so hot that even he couldn’t eat it?” Someone recently asked me a similar question… I snickered and pointed to a Chipotle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a teacher in High School named Mrs. Head. Her first name was Anita. Yes that’s right her name was Anita Head… let me say that phonetically “I-needa head”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new computer like Argentina needs a President. Meaning mine hit it’s prime 2 years ago, and in my almost 3 years with it, is about done, and makes loud buzzing sounds often. If you have a nice laptop you can part with, or want to buy me a new one think about it! Have not, because you ask not right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-3098396202469415269?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/3098396202469415269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=3098396202469415269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3098396202469415269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3098396202469415269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-randomness.html' title='Monday Randomness'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-211707563062370800</id><published>2008-01-04T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:41.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock &amp; Awe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R35M9iZwDgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_umtBR5Mq7k/s1600-h/shock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151639643848969730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R35M9iZwDgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_umtBR5Mq7k/s320/shock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an argumentative person. In a group of people where there are many strong personalities, I tend to be the one who is quiet and introspective, most of the time. I have however been blessed with the gift of finding people's hot buttons and pushing them at will, leaving an unforgettable impression (just ask my parents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way to silence the great debaters and to render them speechless...It's called Shock and Awe. The next time you find yourself listening to a heated debate, wait for about a 20 second pause of silence, then stand up and say the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, at least we're not going to be here for the tribulation. Anybody wanna go get a beer? I just got the new Marilyn Manson CD, you guys can ride with me and we can listen to it on the way, but first we have to stop by CVS, my girlfriend just left me a message, her birth control prescription is in."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will majestically walk out of the room, possibly skipping and most certainly in silence. Yes, a hush will fall over the crowd. I will turn around and say,&lt;em&gt; "Thank you very much Dallas/FtWorth, I love you, good night." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see folks, the key is shock and awe. Cram as much controversy as you can into one brief statement, so much controversy that no one knows what to rebut, and then make your exit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-211707563062370800?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/211707563062370800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=211707563062370800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/211707563062370800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/211707563062370800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/shock-awe.html' title='Shock &amp; Awe'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R35M9iZwDgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_umtBR5Mq7k/s72-c/shock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1379556146253125739</id><published>2008-01-03T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:42.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Force is strong with this one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R31V2yZwDfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i76_suz9pVY/s1600-h/BenP1250555.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151367948512792050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R31V2yZwDfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i76_suz9pVY/s320/BenP1250555.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this story on the news today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"An 11-year-old boy demonstrated The Force when he defended his mom by hitting an attacker with a toy lightsaber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, in his 30s, fled after being confronted by the youngster outside a bakery in Swardeston, near Norwich, England.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said the boy hit the man with his toy after the man had punched and verbally abused his mother as she approached her car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officers are appealing for witnesses to the Dec. 22 attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan Jennings of the Norfolk Police said: "The incident caused quite a commotion and it is unlikely it would have gone unnoticed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW, the picture above is of my friend Ben (former drummer of Audio Adrenaline) and I playing backstage at Six Flags prior to one of their concerts a couple years ago. I am stoked that I finally found a good use for it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1379556146253125739?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1379556146253125739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1379556146253125739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1379556146253125739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1379556146253125739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/force-is-strong-with-this-one.html' title='The Force is strong with this one...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R31V2yZwDfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i76_suz9pVY/s72-c/BenP1250555.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4990214621478948842</id><published>2008-01-03T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:07:51.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Signs that it's time go back to work</title><content type='html'>#1 You are watching Clash of the Choirs on NBC.&lt;br /&gt;#2 You can't figure out how to get the light fixture off to replace the light on the front porch&lt;br /&gt;#3 You got excited because you get an extra chicken nugget in your 8 pack ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks, I am more than a little excited to be back from Christmas break...yes siree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4990214621478948842?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4990214621478948842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4990214621478948842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4990214621478948842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4990214621478948842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-signs-that-its-time-go-back-to-work.html' title='3 Signs that it&apos;s time go back to work'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1008732112716612496</id><published>2008-01-02T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:42.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a hard drive crash test dummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3xjbyZwDdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HA-9EAfmUyI/s1600-h/hard-drive-crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151101402842402258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3xjbyZwDdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HA-9EAfmUyI/s320/hard-drive-crash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not a crash, but certainly a fender bender this time. This morning, after returning from vacation, the ol' 17 inch office laptop got slower, and s l ow e r, and s l o w ... e ... r until all I had was the infamous pinwheel of death. (I will pause to allow Mac fans to rejoice. Both of you, take your liberty.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am a one trick tech pony, I restarted it. That trick failed. I did it again, as if the machine didn't realize what had happened. No dice, no whir, no data. Selah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so I've got one more trick. Reinstall the OS. I managed to get that done and find all my data again, but Brandon der Wondertech had to reset all my email settings. It seems four email accounts syncing across three devices takes a little more than my skill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1008732112716612496?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1008732112716612496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1008732112716612496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1008732112716612496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1008732112716612496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-hard-drive-crash-test-dummy.html' title='I am a hard drive crash test dummy'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3xjbyZwDdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HA-9EAfmUyI/s72-c/hard-drive-crash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4005973752652611557</id><published>2008-01-02T12:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:42.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be hunting season...</title><content type='html'>I was walking into the grocery store at lunch today and just had to take a picture of this. It only makes sense if you live in Dallas. If you don't, it's just weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3vY1yZwDcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FGaVPixWwY4/s1600-h/img_0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150949017402740162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3vY1yZwDcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FGaVPixWwY4/s320/img_0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4005973752652611557?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4005973752652611557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4005973752652611557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4005973752652611557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4005973752652611557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/must-be-hunting-season.html' title='Must be hunting season...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3vY1yZwDcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FGaVPixWwY4/s72-c/img_0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-2929088364378171560</id><published>2008-01-02T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:42.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This can't be news departement</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm getting really concerned about the folks at CNN.com. Either they're down to half staff because of the holidays, or they really have given up entirely, but check out the screen shot below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first headline under 'funny news' has been there for at least five days. Maybe a week. I've resisted clicking on it - actually, I'm not remotely tempted to click on it because if it's accurate, it's the last thing I want to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3uvNyZwDbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CehYi_XqIZU/s1600-h/CNN.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150903250231233970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3uvNyZwDbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CehYi_XqIZU/s320/CNN.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-2929088364378171560?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/2929088364378171560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=2929088364378171560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2929088364378171560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2929088364378171560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-cant-be-news-departement.html' title='This can&apos;t be news departement'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3uvNyZwDbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CehYi_XqIZU/s72-c/CNN.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-6741139290272025249</id><published>2007-12-31T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:42.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas thoughts 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3kYACZwDaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WbtCQ8BQkFk/s1600-h/legos0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150174037798817186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3kYACZwDaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WbtCQ8BQkFk/s320/legos0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas eve was a traditional American holiday at my house. We went to the movies. We saw National Treasure 2, which was quite entertaining for the portions of the evening when I was able to suspend my cynicism to allow myself to believe in a world that one could quite easily wander up to the president and initiate a conversation unmolested by the Secret Service. Afterwards we came home to build gingerbread condos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A broadcast text message is not a heartfelt holiday greeting, but I still got a half dozen of them. If you sent one, I'm talking about the others, not yours. It gave me warm fuzzies to get yours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember Legos? When I was a kid, they came in one shape - rectangular. You could build anything your imagination would concoct, but when you were done, it was rectangular. Square cars. Square people. 90 degree angles. Well, it's a new day in LegoLand, and you are not determining what you build anymore. Today's child gets a Lego Set to build a specific robotic dinosaur eating space ship. It has 4,251 pieces and ain't one of them square. In face, ain't two of them alike. Don't bother using your imagination - this stuff fits one way only, and it takes a degree from MIT to assemble these things. The kids don't even do it...They go and play with their brothers' stuff, returning to the table once in a while to proclaim "you're doing GREAT Uncle Keith!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-6741139290272025249?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/6741139290272025249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=6741139290272025249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6741139290272025249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6741139290272025249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-thoughts-2007.html' title='Christmas thoughts 2007'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R3kYACZwDaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WbtCQ8BQkFk/s72-c/legos0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1921214387490551383</id><published>2007-12-31T10:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:10:57.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies</title><content type='html'>For dropping off the radar there for a bit. I've been on vacation the past 2 weeks, and during that time took a complete break from anything internet related. The purge was needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After suffering through withdrawl for 2 weeks, I am back! I lost 5lbs over the last 2 weeks, so maybe I should take a technology break more often?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1921214387490551383?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1921214387490551383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1921214387490551383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1921214387490551383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1921214387490551383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-6598612375490863976</id><published>2007-12-13T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:07.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Charlie Brown Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R2GcTkt5nBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EW-3_I8OyvY/s1600-h/CharlieBrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143564109521460242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R2GcTkt5nBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EW-3_I8OyvY/s320/CharlieBrown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I sat down with some friends and we watched “Shrek the Halls,” the new 30 minute holiday piece from the Shrek team. It was great, but it wasn’t as good as my all time favorite, which is “A Charlie Brown Christmas.” We’ll be watching that together soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the scene where Linus reads the Christmas story in Luke 2. When he comes to the place where he reads, “Fear not, for behold I bring you news of great joy,” he actually drops his blanket (which represents his security). Just a cool nugget for cartoon viewing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your favorite Christmas movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-6598612375490863976?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/6598612375490863976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=6598612375490863976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6598612375490863976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6598612375490863976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/12/charlie-brown-christmas.html' title='A Charlie Brown Christmas'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R2GcTkt5nBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EW-3_I8OyvY/s72-c/CharlieBrown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1699992009700887718</id><published>2007-12-11T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:07.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All right stop...collaborate and listen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R16XZkt5nAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4dCPCMmNAQ4/s1600-h/Ice.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142714290112404482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R16XZkt5nAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4dCPCMmNAQ4/s320/Ice.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man, I am definitely thankful I do not live anywhere near Kansas. Check out this ice storm! This is off the chain!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-ice baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1699992009700887718?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1699992009700887718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1699992009700887718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1699992009700887718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1699992009700887718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-right-stopcollaborate-and-listen.html' title='All right stop...collaborate and listen...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R16XZkt5nAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4dCPCMmNAQ4/s72-c/Ice.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-7378703523536034912</id><published>2007-12-10T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:08:25.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd item of the week</title><content type='html'>Had something interesting happen over the week-end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was off to the car dealership to help a buddy of mine pick up their van that was in for new brakes. We settled the invoice and headed outside where they were going to pull the van around front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited...and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poked our heads inside and said, "Freezing waiting here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reply was "Follow Me gentlemen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went downstairs into the service bay - this couldn't be good.&lt;br /&gt;The technician who "fixed" the brakes forgot to flush the line so as they put my buddy's van in reverse to drive it to the front, alas no break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It slammed into the car lift on the opposite side of the bay.&lt;br /&gt;Broke the whole left side. Took off the bumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, there was a car on the aforementioned bay that ended up hitting the glass and destroying the roof of the van. I feel bad for the guy whose car is up on the lift. It is not only damaged, but stuck up there. When the van crashed into it, the impact broke the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't bad enough, as we were getting my buddy's kids car seats out of the van, when I looked up, the technician (dunno if this is the same dude who fixed the brakes) was on the computer...looking at porn. Right there, in the open, in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is it won't cost my buddy a dime - the dealership picks up the entire tab.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a photo as evidence but my cell phone ran out of juice and I didn't have my click, click with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-7378703523536034912?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/7378703523536034912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=7378703523536034912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7378703523536034912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7378703523536034912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/12/odd-item-of-week.html' title='Odd item of the week'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8130344220926102817</id><published>2007-12-07T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:23:23.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>Standing in front a 7-Eleven just now near the office...I just saw a Duece-and-a-half roll by, military green, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign on the back read: Corporate Machine Gun Rentals. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machine Gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinate on that one for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8130344220926102817?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8130344220926102817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8130344220926102817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8130344220926102817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8130344220926102817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/12/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5100826742780329326</id><published>2007-12-06T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:07.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R1ha4Ut5m_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/li3A6QUnGR8/s1600-h/happy-birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140958898323823602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R1ha4Ut5m_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/li3A6QUnGR8/s320/happy-birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, it's that time of the year again. You thought I forgot, didn't you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could I forget that on December 6th, at 8:45am, the world said a mighty big "Whassup" to a rockin' baby boy weighing in at a whopping 9lbs, 10 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents definitely remember. The evening prior, they were at a Rolling Stones concert when my mom's water broke. I was 3 weeks early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I couldn't get no satisfaction....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5100826742780329326?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5100826742780329326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5100826742780329326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5100826742780329326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5100826742780329326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!!!!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/R1ha4Ut5m_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/li3A6QUnGR8/s72-c/happy-birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8396567750874042077</id><published>2007-11-06T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:59:11.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This kid is in real trouble</title><content type='html'>Remember when you t.p.'d the principal's house and thought you'd pulled off the bravest prank in history? Somebody just one upped you, and he may never see daylight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A 17-year-old Hopewell High student was apparently acting on a dare when he did a fly-over prank at a Hopewell High football game Friday, at one point dipping below the stadium lights.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte-Mecklenburg Schools officials said Sunday that the teen pilot and two teen passengers flew the length of the field three times around 8 p.m. The plane reportedly came within feet of a flag pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final pass, a pair of tennis shoes and a football dropped from the single-engine Cessna 172 into the end zone, officials said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The plane...) was quickly identified as being rented from Lincoln County Regional Airport. That’s where Lincoln County sheriff’s deputies were waiting when it landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detained at the airport for questioning were the 17-year-old pilot who had rented the plane and his passengers, another 17-year-old Hopewell student and an 18-year-old Hopewell graduate. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this in the news this morning.....CRAAAAZY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8396567750874042077?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8396567750874042077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8396567750874042077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8396567750874042077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8396567750874042077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-kid-is-in-real-trouble.html' title='This kid is in real trouble'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8891804283566113449</id><published>2007-10-26T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:29:42.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need your stinking landline</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, AT&amp;amp;T still thinks they're in the telephone business. I haven't had a landline in about nine months. Don't miss it. There's no need for it with wireless service which I happen to have through T-Mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the company the other day inquiring about high-speed Internet service. It's available in my area. And, it's cheaper than the Internet service that the cable company provides. The only problem is that AT&amp;amp;T won't sell you Internet service unless you also purchase local telephone service. I don't need local telephone service, because I have T-Mobile wireless service. But, by requiring the landline, their "Internet" service ends up being $15 per month more than the cable company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder how long it will be before Google has WiFi in my area? Sign me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8891804283566113449?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8891804283566113449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8891804283566113449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8891804283566113449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8891804283566113449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-need-your-stinking-landline.html' title='I don&apos;t need your stinking landline'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-7286391840440679031</id><published>2007-10-24T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:07.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lick = YUCK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx-W7x3jw6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/9fJwHds71cY/s1600-h/DryCleaning.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124980854713729954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx-W7x3jw6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/9fJwHds71cY/s320/DryCleaning.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do people do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dropping off some shirts at the dry cleaners this morning. I had a great chat with the employee working the counter. She was, how shall we say, more mature in age than I am. On that note, I always love getting called "dear" and "sweety" in conversations - by people like this lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she did something that makes me go...yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She licked her fingers to separate the receipt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know paper is sometimes hard to separate, and this may seem like a quick and efficient solution to the problem, but c'mon do we have to lick our fingers, place our spit on the receipt, and then hand it to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The receipt that I was handed today was wet at the bottom....WET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Purrell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-7286391840440679031?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/7286391840440679031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=7286391840440679031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7286391840440679031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7286391840440679031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/10/lick-yuck.html' title='Lick = YUCK!!!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx-W7x3jw6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/9fJwHds71cY/s72-c/DryCleaning.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1116533617733486856</id><published>2007-10-23T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:08.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The standing egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx4OH8zhWoI/AAAAAAAAANk/jsaorplo4SU/s1600-h/egg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124548955738299010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx4OH8zhWoI/AAAAAAAAANk/jsaorplo4SU/s320/egg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx4OIMzhWpI/AAAAAAAAANs/YwxsWi92rE0/s1600-h/egg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124548960033266322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx4OIMzhWpI/AAAAAAAAANs/YwxsWi92rE0/s320/egg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of an egg standing straight up on the Fall Equinox. I don't understand this stuff (my friend tried to explain it to me), but it has something to do with the rotation of the earth... enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1116533617733486856?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1116533617733486856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1116533617733486856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1116533617733486856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1116533617733486856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/10/standing-egg.html' title='The standing egg'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx4OH8zhWoI/AAAAAAAAANk/jsaorplo4SU/s72-c/egg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-461559541193862353</id><published>2007-10-22T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:08.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The MacDaddy of all photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx0OTszhWnI/AAAAAAAAANc/gjoH8Naa6L8/s1600-h/CollegeINotes.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124267682625051250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx0OTszhWnI/AAAAAAAAANc/gjoH8Naa6L8/s320/CollegeINotes.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not how I remember taking notes in ANY of my college classes. Of course back then, laptops hadn't been invented yet!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, saying that makes me feel old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my buddy Steve for sending me the pic from The University of Louisville. It's enough to make IT directors everywhere twitch for fear of being laid off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-461559541193862353?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/461559541193862353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=461559541193862353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/461559541193862353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/461559541193862353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/10/macdaddy-of-all-photos.html' title='The MacDaddy of all photos'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rx0OTszhWnI/AAAAAAAAANc/gjoH8Naa6L8/s72-c/CollegeINotes.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4200369763167834183</id><published>2007-10-18T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:24:36.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies when you're completely smoked</title><content type='html'>Friends, do not confuse the lack of blogging with the lack of thinking. I haven't had much time to blog lately, but trust me, the ol' bean is spinning at a rate that would undoubtably void the warranty, were I not already out of warranty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm busy right now? I kind of hate to, because everyone is busy...and it's never cool to compare one's busy-ness with another one's busy-ness. Sort of a mind your own busy-ness unspoken rule. I can, however, compare it to my own schedule, and let me tell you that I have never been cranking so hard in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note - this blog has been interrupted four times by emails. Two of which I needed to answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4200369763167834183?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4200369763167834183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4200369763167834183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4200369763167834183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4200369763167834183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-flies-when-youre-completely-smoked.html' title='Time flies when you&apos;re completely smoked'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5916202200412338899</id><published>2007-10-18T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:14:40.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The thunder rolls</title><content type='html'>I woke up in the middle of the night to a flash of lightening last Friday night/Saturday morning. Normally during storms, it's the thunder that wakes you...but normally during storms the lightening is 'out there' somewhere and the thunder races your direction. In this case, the lightening was somewhere right outside my window - the electric arc zapped so brightly through the drawn curtains that it was like God had fired up the welder for His own version of Monster Garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept that morning 'till 9:15....3 hours and fifteen minutes past my normal wake up time. It was glorious. I wandered out into the grey of the house - it was still dark because the storm was still raging. Once I had the coffee pot operating I couldn't resist opening the windows to listen to the thunder roll (grace to those of you who now can't get a Garth Brooks tune out of your head).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5916202200412338899?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5916202200412338899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5916202200412338899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5916202200412338899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5916202200412338899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/10/thunder-rolls.html' title='The thunder rolls'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4035240083119912562</id><published>2007-09-04T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:08.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ya gonna call?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rt2MK06TaAI/AAAAAAAAANU/60Cf_V0L_p4/s1600-h/ghostbusters.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106391670137776130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rt2MK06TaAI/AAAAAAAAANU/60Cf_V0L_p4/s320/ghostbusters.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just saw this. It's been 23 years since the wacked out Ghostbuster crew battled the Stay Puft Marhsmallow Man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, someone is willing to part with this bit of 1984 nostalgia. A Ghostbuster's phone. Kinda makes the Iphone seem obsolete now, don't it?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children of the 80's step up and place your bid. It's currently at $104 smackers on Ebay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's being sold as is, so if it's broke, "Who ya gonna call??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4035240083119912562?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4035240083119912562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4035240083119912562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4035240083119912562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4035240083119912562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-ya-gonna-call.html' title='Who ya gonna call?'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rt2MK06TaAI/AAAAAAAAANU/60Cf_V0L_p4/s72-c/ghostbusters.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-667928644944794949</id><published>2007-09-02T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:09:39.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have come to the following conclusion about thoughts, having given it some thought for a while. There are fast thoughts and there are deep thoughts. Everyone is capable of both kinds of thoughts, but no one can think both kinds of thoughts at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast thoughts are rapid fire. They're details and shortcuts and contracts and post-its and the mental equivalent of the three dollar bag of cheetoes from the Dollar General down the sidewalk from my office. They can fill you up but they can't sustain you. It should be said that fast thoughts have their place. Without them you can't find your keys and not much gets done at all. The world turns on fast thoughts. It's just that the world is not propelled by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep thoughts actually power the rotation of the earth. Where fast thoughts follow the path of least resistance or the freeway with the fewest exits, deep thoughts meander along the riverbank, doubling back so many times you wonder "haven't I been here before?" and you have, except you were going the other way. Deep thoughts, properly cooked, marinate in their own juices. While fast thoughts change things that day, deep thoughts change principles that change fast thoughts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been running hard lately...lots of fast thoughts. I don't feel bad about that, but I am craving the steamy spiced chai of deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let another week go by without dipping into the well of deep thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-667928644944794949?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/667928644944794949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=667928644944794949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/667928644944794949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/667928644944794949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/09/thoughts-on-thoughts.html' title='Thoughts on Thoughts'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-6776250241201049855</id><published>2007-08-29T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:09.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooling down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtYwuE6TZ-I/AAAAAAAAANE/D0QE12U1aKk/s1600-h/Saab900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104320795821434850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtYwuE6TZ-I/AAAAAAAAANE/D0QE12U1aKk/s320/Saab900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in college, my father owned a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saab_900"&gt;Saab 900 Turbo&lt;/a&gt; coupe. It was gun metal gray with a black spoiler and leather interior. To a 21 year old car nut who grew up in Texas, it was as exotic as a Ferrari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little car was really an engineering marvel. It had a small, turbocharged 4 cylinder motor that allowed it to get great gas mileage and still provide gobs of power when called upon. Without getting into the mechanics of how or why, the turbo would continue to spin for three or four minutes after it had been engaged. A problem would arise if you were to engage the turbo and suddenly shut off the engine, as the turbo spun at 10,000 rpm or faster. Shutting the engine off would cause the oil to drain from the turbo while it was still spinning. Do this a few times and Ka-Blooooey...the bearings in the turbo would seize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The remedy was to allow the turbo to spool down a little bit...sit in the parking lot for a few minutes to allow all the moving parts to slow down before shutting off the engine. It was irritating, but well worth the money saved in turbo repair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, for the first time in a while, I let my brain spool down. I've been running hard lately. Work, house projects, family stuff, vacation (which was a riot, and riots are never restful). My head races from 5am until midnight with things like 'how do I raise margins and increase gasoline sales in Southern CA?' and 'where can I get a real sounding lightsaber for an 8 year old?' and 'how much are plane tickets to Seattle, WA' and 'please tell me that venue is air conditioned...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I sat on my back patio and listened to the cicadas. I didn't read. I didn't listen to my iPod. I just let my brain spool down....and it felt really, really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-6776250241201049855?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/6776250241201049855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=6776250241201049855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6776250241201049855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6776250241201049855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/spooling-down.html' title='Spooling down'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtYwuE6TZ-I/AAAAAAAAANE/D0QE12U1aKk/s72-c/Saab900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-7611064749250496183</id><published>2007-08-28T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:10.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios, Alberto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtQ0_E6TZ9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/mCGuzl59AwA/s1600-h/gonzalez%20senate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103762535972300754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtQ0_E6TZ9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/mCGuzl59AwA/s320/gonzalez%2520senate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I about hit the ceiling yesterday when &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/08/27/gonzales.reax/index.html"&gt;Alberto Gonzalez&lt;/a&gt; announced his resignation...not because I felt good or bad about him going, but because I had to wonder where his head has been since the beginning of this controversy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the non politically interested, Mr. Gonzalez is our Attorney General. He is a long time supporter/friend of President Bush who was seriously in the running for a slot on the Supreme Court that ultimately went to John Roberts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the line somewhere in the Attorney General role, he fired (or played a part in firing) a series of District Court judges. I am not sure if what he did was legal or not. Either way, the testimony he gave to the inquiring senate committee was dreadful. All along, the President defended him, continually referring to him as "my friend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alberto may be a great guy at the barbecue, but on Capitol Hill &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=12205388"&gt;he came off as defensive, smug, and occasionally unaware &lt;/a&gt;that he was, in fact, THE barbecue and the grill was on. It was really some of the worst testimony since &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_clinton"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; debated the meaning of the word 'is'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Democrats and Republicans have clamored for his resignation while Bush has smoked a lot of social equity defending him. Now, months into the mess, Gonzales resigns, having cost the President energy, time and precious credibility points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My question is this: Regardless of your guilt or innocence, Mr. Gonzales, if you were willing to go back to Texas, why didn't you go months ago? The savings to taxpayers surely would have run into the millions. The President has plenty of things to worry about. You need to revisit the fine art of taking one for the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-7611064749250496183?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/7611064749250496183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=7611064749250496183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7611064749250496183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7611064749250496183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/adios-alberto.html' title='Adios, Alberto!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtQ0_E6TZ9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/mCGuzl59AwA/s72-c/gonzalez%2520senate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-7454615200192149520</id><published>2007-08-27T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:10.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtMl106TZ8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zoIrRnba4YE/s1600-h/missteen_abc_275.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103464409407383490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtMl106TZ8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zoIrRnba4YE/s320/missteen_abc_275.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my word...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually saw this on Friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know we all have our blonde moments every now and then, but c'mon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link to the vid: &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/tmz_main_video?titleid=1155290662"&gt;Blonde moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-7454615200192149520?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/7454615200192149520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=7454615200192149520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7454615200192149520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7454615200192149520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtMl106TZ8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zoIrRnba4YE/s72-c/missteen_abc_275.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-6578910398981044953</id><published>2007-08-27T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:10.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I wanna do is a-zoom-a-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtMaC06TZ7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/WI8ToZJIgZY/s1600-h/Pipe%2BOrgan%2BCart.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103451438606149554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtMaC06TZ7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/WI8ToZJIgZY/s320/Pipe%252BOrgan%252BCart.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meant to include this on the earlier post. Let's say you have a lot of stainless steel, some propane, a golf cart and a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calliope_(music)"&gt;colliope.&lt;/a&gt; What to do, what to do....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You build the world's only steel bodied, mobile colliope that shoots flames out each pipe as it's individual note is played. Did I mention it fired a 30ft flame out the back on command? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what might happen if you hit 88 mph in this baby....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-6578910398981044953?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/6578910398981044953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=6578910398981044953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6578910398981044953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6578910398981044953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-i-wanna-do-is-zoom-zoom-zoom-and.html' title='All I wanna do is a-zoom-a-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom!!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtMaC06TZ7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/WI8ToZJIgZY/s72-c/Pipe%252BOrgan%252BCart.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-53480027795003428</id><published>2007-08-25T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:10.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtBKgU6TZ6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/pzaLVmTUkog/s1600-h/lifeclock_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102660297040291746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtBKgU6TZ6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/pzaLVmTUkog/s320/lifeclock_2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I had one of those "Whoah!" moments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my 30's! It seems like just yesterday I was in school looking forward to my 21st birthday. Where has the time gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my moment today was the realization that the clock is ticking. My life is a limited commodity, and I have to LIVE every second of it. I catch myself way too often living for tomorrow, mentally fast-forwarding through my day... my moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I turn around, I may be married with kids heading off for school, or the service... somewhere. And all that is routine today will all be gone. Don't get me wrong, there will be life to cherish then as well... but NOW will be gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like me, you tend to be future oriented. Planning for, thinking about, and working towards tomorrow. But don't forget about today. Enjoy this moment as a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-53480027795003428?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/53480027795003428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=53480027795003428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/53480027795003428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/53480027795003428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-out.html' title='Time out!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtBKgU6TZ6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/pzaLVmTUkog/s72-c/lifeclock_2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4804417893928514596</id><published>2007-08-25T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:10.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now here's a bad day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtBIMU6TZ5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/G6lV8MikV04/s1600-h/BallonON_CRASH.sff_NY107_20070825062925.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102657754419652498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtBIMU6TZ5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/G6lV8MikV04/s320/BallonON_CRASH.sff_NY107_20070825062925.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first thought was "but balloons are so safe!". Then I started to think...uh, fire and a big wicker basket...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SURREY, British Columbia (AP) -&lt;br /&gt;A hot air balloon caught fire and crashed in an RV park and campground Friday evening, injuring as many as 11 people, police and a witness said. Two other people were unaccounted for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4804417893928514596?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4804417893928514596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4804417893928514596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4804417893928514596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4804417893928514596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-heres-bad-day.html' title='Now here&apos;s a bad day...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RtBIMU6TZ5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/G6lV8MikV04/s72-c/BallonON_CRASH.sff_NY107_20070825062925.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-2433226534904799503</id><published>2007-08-22T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:11.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rsw2qKPIkeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QNzNc8cK1E8/s1600-h/RacingShot.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101512575834165730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rsw2qKPIkeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QNzNc8cK1E8/s320/RacingShot.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My major beef with video games has always been that most of them were patterned after sissy games involves balls or sticks. Finally, I have discovered a Man Game that makes noise and creates havoc without shooting people (a whole 'nother post, but I don't get that either). Yep, this is manstyle - Racing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time ago I downloaded the demo for a game called &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/downloads/macosx/games/simulation_and_sports/redline.html"&gt;Redline.&lt;/a&gt; It allowed me to race head to head via the internet with friends on four different computers. Since then I got the licensed version and let me tell you, &lt;strong&gt;I can flat out run like a scalded ape!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a screen shot of me in a low speed corner, overtaking (and giving a love tap to) some guy in an old Corvette. This sort of thing knocks the other guy off balance for long enough to squeak by on the inside and, although officially discouraged, is perfectly legal :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm driving a race prepped &lt;a href="http://www.vauxhall.co.uk/vx/vxr/flash/index_vxracing.html"&gt;Vauxall&lt;/a&gt; around &lt;a href="http://www.silverstone.co.uk/php/home.php"&gt;Silverstone.&lt;/a&gt; The Silverstone track didn't come with the game but you can download all sorts of tracks and cars to add to your fun. The Vauxall is a great car - not as fast as the Vipers or Ferraris but this particular track has some gnarly S curves that I can navigate without lifting the throttle, gaining enough distance between me and the big dogs that they're still trying to catch me when I cross the finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think your fast? Download the demo and call me out, Bubba. Just bring something faster (or trickier) than my Vauxall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-2433226534904799503?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/2433226534904799503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=2433226534904799503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2433226534904799503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2433226534904799503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/drive-on.html' title='Drive on...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rsw2qKPIkeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QNzNc8cK1E8/s72-c/RacingShot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5034077266929754651</id><published>2007-08-22T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:11.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer and Bears: A deadly combo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rsw07KPIkdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KfL1Yv3Vubw/s1600-h/bear.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101510668868686290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rsw07KPIkdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KfL1Yv3Vubw/s320/bear.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the &lt;a href="http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-knew-there-was-reason-i-dont-like.html"&gt;Cats&lt;/a&gt; warning, I figured this sort of thing would die down. Then today, it's Beer and Bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even more proof that animals are dangerous: &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/europe/08/20/bear.death.reut/index.html"&gt;Bears Eat Man at Beer Festival.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lock up your beers, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5034077266929754651?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5034077266929754651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5034077266929754651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5034077266929754651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5034077266929754651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/beer-and-bears-deadly-combo.html' title='Beer and Bears: A deadly combo'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rsw07KPIkdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KfL1Yv3Vubw/s72-c/bear.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-9198894549230130844</id><published>2007-08-16T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:11.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RsRXJqPIkaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eRSDYk8fUiQ/s1600-h/BlackBerry_Curve.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099296501558448546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RsRXJqPIkaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eRSDYk8fUiQ/s320/BlackBerry_Curve.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bad boy is going to be my next phone. The &lt;a href="http://www.blackberrycurve.com/"&gt;Blackberry Curve &lt;/a&gt;comes out on Sept.24th for &lt;a href="http://www.tmobile.com/"&gt;T-Mobile.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sports a 3.2 megpixel camera w/flash, can handle up to 10 email accounts, and here's the real icing on the cake...it comes with WiFi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone hears me singing "Oh Happy Day" on Sept.24th, you'll know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-9198894549230130844?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/9198894549230130844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=9198894549230130844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/9198894549230130844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/9198894549230130844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RsRXJqPIkaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eRSDYk8fUiQ/s72-c/BlackBerry_Curve.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1261643706493025670</id><published>2007-08-15T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:41:09.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Talent</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many people are too insecure or never had the opportunity to let their true passion bubble up to the surface? My brother showed me this video a couple weeks ago, and it never ceases to move me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk - don't shrink back, be who you were born to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1261643706493025670?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1261643706493025670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1261643706493025670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1261643706493025670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1261643706493025670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/hidden-talent.html' title='Hidden Talent'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4405099175700743783</id><published>2007-08-15T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:11.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy Bitsy Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RsO0y6PIkZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iWRoKlHVvag/s1600-h/photo_081407_001_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099117989832724882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RsO0y6PIkZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iWRoKlHVvag/s320/photo_081407_001_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this while driving around the other day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cool and ugly both at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone have one of these? What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4405099175700743783?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4405099175700743783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4405099175700743783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4405099175700743783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4405099175700743783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/itsy-bitsy-car.html' title='Itsy Bitsy Car'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RsO0y6PIkZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iWRoKlHVvag/s72-c/photo_081407_001_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8010167230693234300</id><published>2007-08-01T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:12.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew there was a reason I don't like cats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RrDTOQH2pQI/AAAAAAAAALs/7rna0echwGI/s1600-h/deathcat.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093803420355568898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RrDTOQH2pQI/AAAAAAAAALs/7rna0echwGI/s320/deathcat.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet Oscar - The Cat of Doom! No, seriously, this cat, who apparently lives at a nursing home, predicts which patient will die next by curling up next to the unlucky patient. He has apparently proved his accuracy over 25 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never seen a man shoo away a cat as fast I would be, if Oscar walked my way.&lt;br /&gt;Here kitty, kitty... &lt;strong&gt;NO - WAIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can read the full story&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/offtopic/sns-ap-death-cat,0,3650611.story"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8010167230693234300?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8010167230693234300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8010167230693234300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8010167230693234300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8010167230693234300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-knew-there-was-reason-i-dont-like.html' title='I knew there was a reason I don&apos;t like cats...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RrDTOQH2pQI/AAAAAAAAALs/7rna0echwGI/s72-c/deathcat.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-3798206368118274526</id><published>2007-07-31T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:12.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WASP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rq-DUAH2pPI/AAAAAAAAALk/nTXtf9CqCMk/s1600-h/photo_12_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093434083232883954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rq-DUAH2pPI/AAAAAAAAALk/nTXtf9CqCMk/s320/photo_12_2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mean white, anglo-saxon protestant... I mean the biggest flying, stinging insects you have ever seen. They have taken a liking to the office. These things are so big, they are getting FAA approval before they circle to land!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one had a close encounter with my study journal... rest in pieces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-3798206368118274526?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/3798206368118274526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=3798206368118274526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3798206368118274526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3798206368118274526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/07/wasp.html' title='WASP!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rq-DUAH2pPI/AAAAAAAAALk/nTXtf9CqCMk/s72-c/photo_12_2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-9147304915084152253</id><published>2007-07-25T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:12.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you can't afford an IPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RqdWywH2pOI/AAAAAAAAALc/AgSoHyZGBvs/s1600-h/Iphonewannabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133333676926178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RqdWywH2pOI/AAAAAAAAALc/AgSoHyZGBvs/s320/Iphonewannabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This beauty belongs to a friend of mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-9147304915084152253?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/9147304915084152253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=9147304915084152253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4232531738311917518</id><published>2007-07-20T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:17:12.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's going to be an interesting day when...</title><content type='html'>You step onto the elelvator at the office and "Come On Baby Light My Fire" is playing on the elevator speakers, and it's not The Doors version...instead it's Jose Feliciano (the Feliz Navidad singer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in Texas folks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4232531738311917518?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4232531738311917518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4232531738311917518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4232531738311917518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4232531738311917518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-its-going-to-be-interesting.html' title='You know it&apos;s going to be an interesting day when...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-3330248197619537547</id><published>2007-07-08T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:24:14.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The biggest lie</title><content type='html'>I keep having this recurring thought that I've got to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a friends batpism yesterday. In my experience, most people who get baptized have something they want to leave under the water! And some people are able to bury stuff forever. But for most of us, myself included, sin finds a way of resurrecting it's ugly head. And that gets us so discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the enemy wants you to believe: if you slip up once you might as well throw in the towel. It's a lie. I think we let small failures turn into big failures because we get so discouraged. What we need to do is a little damage control via confession. &lt;em&gt;Ok, I messed up. But I'm still doing better than I was. And I'm not going to let this failure keep me down.&lt;/em&gt; And then we need to bury the sin again! Instead of viewing the slip up as your defeat, defeat the enemy again via repentance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm trying to offer encouragment to those who are discouraged. The grace of God has a way of turning what could be final failures into single failures! Don't buy into the enemy's lie! &lt;strong&gt;Don't throw in the towel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-3330248197619537547?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/3330248197619537547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=3330248197619537547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3330248197619537547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3330248197619537547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/07/biggest-lie.html' title='The biggest lie'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-18279716234422204</id><published>2007-07-03T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:13.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your boat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RosmljHdYhI/AAAAAAAAALU/SSC0yYTywm0/s1600-h/photo_070307_001_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083199030941278738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RosmljHdYhI/AAAAAAAAALU/SSC0yYTywm0/s320/photo_070307_001_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this bumper sticker today, and it got me thinking about how likely it is that the reason most people live their entire lives never stepping out of their place of comfort is because we often times have this wrong idea that we actually have to "be perfect" in order to walk on the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of listening and obeying NOW, we wait. And wait. And wait......until......we are perfect. Which is a real problem. Especially considering that it's NEVER going to happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so thankful for people like Peter in the Bible. A man who was far from perfect, but who had the courage to break out of his comfortable spot in the boat and follow his master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said, I'll pose this question...&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BOAT??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-18279716234422204?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/18279716234422204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=18279716234422204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/18279716234422204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/18279716234422204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-your-boat.html' title='What is your boat?'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RosmljHdYhI/AAAAAAAAALU/SSC0yYTywm0/s72-c/photo_070307_001_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-6920405533487323086</id><published>2007-07-01T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:40:45.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bonehead, aisle 4...Bonehead aisle 4..."</title><content type='html'>They say the trick to pulling a fast one is to do something that could, under some circumstances, be believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably does not extend to &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2007/06/28/national/a141024D56.DTL"&gt;this guy,&lt;/a&gt; who swapped the Walmart price tags on a 42 inch Sony plasma screen, thereby reducing the price from $948 to under five dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, he had the sense to use the self-checkout line, but they snagged him at the door when he showed his receipt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-6920405533487323086?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/6920405533487323086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=6920405533487323086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6920405533487323086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6920405533487323086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/07/bonehead-aisle-4bonehead-aisle-4.html' title='&quot;Bonehead, aisle 4...Bonehead aisle 4...&quot;'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-3291129596020801960</id><published>2007-06-28T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:13.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>uGO to get iPhone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RoQHMjHdYgI/AAAAAAAAALM/Bwpdcrb_dNM/s1600-h/iPhone.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081194191747113474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RoQHMjHdYgI/AAAAAAAAALM/Bwpdcrb_dNM/s320/iPhone.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm curious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many of you are going to go stand in line tomorrow to purchase the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;iPhone&lt;/a&gt;? How many of you are already in line?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw me a comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Well I'm not quite ready to make the jump. I use an unlocked/unbranded &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=global&amp;lc=en&amp;amp;amp;ver=4001&amp;template=pp1_1_1&amp;amp;zone=pp&amp;lm=pp1&amp;amp;pid=10466"&gt;Sony Ericsson Z710i&lt;/a&gt; &amp; a &lt;a href="http://www.t-mobile.com/shop/phones/Detail.aspx?device=102fbe3d-01b8-476c-873f-861d1503f5b1"&gt;Motorola KRZR &lt;/a&gt;through &lt;a href="http://www.t-mobile.com/"&gt;TMobile&lt;/a&gt; and will stick with this for a while - at least long enough to read YOUR reviews and to become convinced that it's worth switching over to &lt;a href="http://www.wireless.att.com/cell-phone-service/welcome/index.jsp"&gt;AT&amp;amp;T&lt;/a&gt; for. But the phone certainly looks amazing and I can't wait to hear all about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on a side-note, in case there is anyone out there who feels "compelled" to grab an extra iPhone tomorrow and send it my way, please don't ignore that tugging... After all, July is "Friend iPhone Appreciation Month." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... Shameful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-3291129596020801960?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/3291129596020801960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=3291129596020801960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3291129596020801960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3291129596020801960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/ugo-to-get-iphone.html' title='uGO to get iPhone?'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RoQHMjHdYgI/AAAAAAAAALM/Bwpdcrb_dNM/s72-c/iPhone.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-3456512904928934476</id><published>2007-06-22T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:21:44.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard last night at a basketball game in The Colony...I swear!</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help but laugh last night as I overheard this at my friend Brian's son's basketball game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jimmy got tired of pushin' the boat in by hisself so he put a drop hitch on the golf cart. He's real proud of that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Jimmy's real popular at the clubhouse too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-3456512904928934476?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/3456512904928934476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=3456512904928934476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3456512904928934476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3456512904928934476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/overheard-last-night-at-basketball-game.html' title='Overheard last night at a basketball game in The Colony...I swear!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-6070313368875329126</id><published>2007-06-21T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:13.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey see...monkey do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnrcsyLFwJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bx_x7CsuyCc/s1600-h/photo_062107_002_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078614191754297490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnrcsyLFwJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bx_x7CsuyCc/s320/photo_062107_002_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnrcsyLFwKI/AAAAAAAAALE/0QXqAB_Vguo/s1600-h/photo_062107_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078614191754297506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnrcsyLFwKI/AAAAAAAAALE/0QXqAB_Vguo/s320/photo_062107_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was driving back to the office from lunch, and I see this Porche with a monkey at the wheel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you read that correctly?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, a monkey!&lt;/strong&gt; Like the one in the movie Outbreak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people don't believe me when I tell them that weird stuff happens to me all the time, so I sped up so I could take a picture on my phone. Here's the proof...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-6070313368875329126?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/6070313368875329126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=6070313368875329126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6070313368875329126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6070313368875329126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/monkey-seemonkey-do.html' title='Monkey see...monkey do...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnrcsyLFwJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bx_x7CsuyCc/s72-c/photo_062107_002_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5764061241543793145</id><published>2007-06-21T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:14.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs that I definitely live in the suburbs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnrOzyLFwII/AAAAAAAAAK0/bOwlGpNIq9U/s1600-h/photo_062107_001_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078598918850592898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnrOzyLFwII/AAAAAAAAAK0/bOwlGpNIq9U/s320/photo_062107_001_2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should be outlawed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5764061241543793145?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5764061241543793145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5764061241543793145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5764061241543793145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5764061241543793145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/signs-that-i-definitely-live-in-suburbs.html' title='Signs that I definitely live in the suburbs...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnrOzyLFwII/AAAAAAAAAK0/bOwlGpNIq9U/s72-c/photo_062107_001_2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-6327755606662790312</id><published>2007-06-19T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:14.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnhAciLFwHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D192Y8IZmpM/s1600-h/StarWars.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077879438814068850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnhAciLFwHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D192Y8IZmpM/s320/StarWars.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Sunday, my friend Brian and I (along with his family and the Hobbs family) hopped into Brian's Imperial Cruiser (A.K.A his Chevy Venture mini-van) and made the trip over to the Ft Worth Museum of Science for the Star Wars: Where Science Meets Imagination exhibit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place was mobbed with Star Wars fans and their families. We waited 20 minutes just to get tickets to see the exhibit. The bad thing about that was you could only go into see it in 15 minute intervals (once inside you could stay as long as you wanted) but our time was 2 and 1/2 hours from the time we bought our tickets!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, we were allowed to see the rest of the museum exhibits to help kill that extra time. Once we got in, there were some pretty cool props from the movies, like Luke's speeder, Darth Mauls doubled bladed light saber (the real one!) but for the most part I was disappointed. Maybe it was the waiting for almost 3 hours that did me in. Or maybe it was because there was not one sighting of Jar Jar Binks. Or maybe the costume (pictured above) of Han and Chewy looked a little too worn down...who knows? But at least we found a great chinese restaurant on the way home...love that orange chicken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-6327755606662790312?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/6327755606662790312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=6327755606662790312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6327755606662790312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6327755606662790312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-time-ago-in-galaxy-far-far-away.html' title='A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnhAciLFwHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D192Y8IZmpM/s72-c/StarWars.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1177058757108231067</id><published>2007-06-15T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:35:44.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood decisions</title><content type='html'>I am working with someone on a project at work right now...without making it too clear, let me say they are in their twenties and a highly professional type...fun, but completely capable of running the world without breaking a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, her corporate email server went down for a short period of time and she had to give me her personal email address. I won't give the address here in full, but be aware that it contained the words "Bratty" and "Pants". Her explanation was "I've had it since I was 13 and couldn't bring myself to change it....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood decisions can chart your course in life. Choose wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EDIT: Bratty Pants herself later confessed to me that she's not quite in her twenties. I can't tell you her age, but it rhymes with QWERTY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What can I say. I'm too smart to guess high. Always guess low :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1177058757108231067?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1177058757108231067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1177058757108231067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1177058757108231067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1177058757108231067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/childhood-decisions.html' title='Childhood decisions'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-7708003622509065126</id><published>2007-06-13T14:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:14.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnBB6yLFwGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/G5evG7z4vqs/s1600-h/House+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075629258203054178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnBB6yLFwGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/G5evG7z4vqs/s320/House+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has been torrents of rain here where I live over the past 6 weeks or so. In fact, I haven't had to turn my lawn sprinklers on once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My yard is so green, it looks like a leprechaun lives here...here's a pic for proof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I know my flower bed needs to have the weeds whacked and my sidewalk needs edging...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-7708003622509065126?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/7708003622509065126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=7708003622509065126' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7708003622509065126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7708003622509065126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/talk-about-green.html' title='Talk about green'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RnBB6yLFwGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/G5evG7z4vqs/s72-c/House+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1026729080852961554</id><published>2007-06-12T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:14.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting my marine biology degree to good use</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rm8DziLFwFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5KtsKm2fneA/s1600-h/FishingWithB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075279488951369810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rm8DziLFwFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5KtsKm2fneA/s320/FishingWithB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you read that right. I actually have a degree in Marine Biology from &lt;a href="http://www.tamu.edu/"&gt;Texas A&amp;M University&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, my friend Brian and I went fishing, and I ended up catching the biggest fish of the day. A 6lb large mouth bass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you who know me would never believe me unless I had photographic evidence of the catch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here's the evidence...And no, I did not keep the fish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1026729080852961554?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1026729080852961554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1026729080852961554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1026729080852961554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1026729080852961554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/putting-my-marine-biology-degree-to.html' title='Putting my marine biology degree to good use'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rm8DziLFwFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5KtsKm2fneA/s72-c/FishingWithB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-842537455173243397</id><published>2007-06-08T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:22:01.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life imitates are department</title><content type='html'>Snakes on a Plane. It's more than just a bonehead &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0417148/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;. It's &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/meast/05/24/egypt.snakes.ap/index.html"&gt;real life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAIRO, Egypt (AP) -- Customs officers at Cairo's airport have detained a man bound for Saudi Arabia who was trying to smuggle 700 live snakes on a plane, airport authorities said.&lt;br /&gt;The officers were stunned when a passenger, identified as Yahia Rahim Tulba, told them his carry-on bag contained live snakes after he was asked to open it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Snakes freak me out in the worst possible way. I would have without a doubt messed my drawers if I had been sitting next to a bag full of snakes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-842537455173243397?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/842537455173243397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=842537455173243397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/842537455173243397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/842537455173243397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-imitates-are-department.html' title='Life imitates are department'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-539669612590970496</id><published>2007-06-07T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:15.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You saw it here first</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RmgQ-iLFwEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oCd3sqr9Bzs/s1600-h/100_1158.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073323646744117314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RmgQ-iLFwEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oCd3sqr9Bzs/s320/100_1158.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so it's Wednesday afternoon, and I had just left the local Mexican dive with a few co-workers. I pulled in to the 7-11 gas station across from the QT station (gotta support my company, ya know!) to fill my Accord with petro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I pulled onto the concrete apron, I spotted something - a Ford Escort. I'm not sure what year it was, but it was made during that eight year span when every automobile Ford made was an Escort. Several things made this particular Escort stand out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) It was the Goofy High School Girl edition&lt;/strong&gt;, noted by the turquoise paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) The Goofy High School Girl had apparently sold said Escort to a Dukes of Hazzard fan&lt;/strong&gt;, as in the gangland tag on each door, one could make out a distinctive '01', thereby making this the Goofy High School Girl General Lee edition Escort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) In the front passenger seat was a woman holding what had to be a 17 inch CRT monitor on her lap.&lt;/strong&gt; Let's ponder that for a moment. Do you know how much these things weigh? Or how much room an Escort has in the rear hatch? The only explanation I can come up with is that as part of the Goofy High School General Lee edition, they welded all the doors shut for that cool "slide through the window" thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wandered around the pump to find one of my co-workers standing shaking his head and laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blurted out &lt;strong&gt;"Two words: Hillbilly Laptop."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, my cell phone has a 2MP camera for photo ducumentation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-539669612590970496?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/539669612590970496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=539669612590970496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/539669612590970496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/539669612590970496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-saw-it-here-first.html' title='You saw it here first'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RmgQ-iLFwEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oCd3sqr9Bzs/s72-c/100_1158.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-619696002703502402</id><published>2007-06-06T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:15.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another resounding endorsement for home schooling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RmcE1iLFwDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5iqt-iEXu6s/s1600-h/0525_kidswalk380x285.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073028823009050674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RmcE1iLFwDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5iqt-iEXu6s/s320/0525_kidswalk380x285.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently some kids at &lt;a href="http://www.wfaa.com/sharedcontent/dws/wfaa/latestnews/stories/wfaa070524_wz_taksprotest.6fe879b.html"&gt;Trimble Tech high school &lt;/a&gt;here in DFW failed to take an exam that was crucial to their graduation. As a result, the school board is not wanting to let them graduate. Of course, this led to parents showing up with signs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a gander at the sign this woman is carrying and tell me she's not the PTA president, please. "Let Are Kids Walk"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-619696002703502402?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/619696002703502402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=619696002703502402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/619696002703502402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/619696002703502402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-resounding-endorsement-for-home.html' title='Another resounding endorsement for home schooling'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RmcE1iLFwDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5iqt-iEXu6s/s72-c/0525_kidswalk380x285.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-7198001784829394032</id><published>2007-06-06T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:34:49.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems the news is not all that it seems...</title><content type='html'>It's been a weird weekend for news....one in which things came to light that either radically change the storyline or put an unimaginably bizarre twist to things. Two examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, there were a ton of &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,275524,00.html"&gt;news stories about 11 year old Jamison Stone&lt;/a&gt; who shot a wild pig in Alabama. That alone is interesting - even more so that the hog weighed in at over 1,000 lbs. &lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/news/content/news/stories/2007/06/01/0601monsterpig.html"&gt;Today, the rest of the story surfaces&lt;/a&gt;: The 1,000 lb wild hog had been a 1,000 lb farm pig only four days earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the pig's former owner had quite the conundrum. At that weight, the hog was not useful for either butchering or breeding. Large animals like that just don't taste very good, and as for breeding, well...even sows have some sort of preferences, and Fred the Pig didn't fall into the Highly Desirable Category....so they released Fred to a hunting reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than shooting a wild pig in the backwoods of Alabama, Jamison actually shot a farm pig on a 150 acre fenced hunting preserve. For those of you without great spatial imaginations, 150 acres is little less than a quarter mile by half mile. The question of the hour is not "How did he do it?" but rather "Could he have missed?" In a fenced 150 acres, I could have hit that pig with a shopping cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Jamison's dad did the logical thing. He immediately registered &lt;a href="http://www.monsterpig.com/"&gt;monsterpig.com&lt;/a&gt; and tossed up a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second example - and I'll keep it brief...this guy who flew back from Europe with &lt;a href="http://www.lungusa.org/site/pp.asp?c=dvLUK9O0E&amp;b=35778"&gt;TB&lt;/a&gt;, seemingly unaware that he was a risk to his fellow passengers. Does anyone else find it interesting that he is a personal injury lawyer, OR his new father in law is a research scientist with the Center for Disease Control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot make this stuff up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-7198001784829394032?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/7198001784829394032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=7198001784829394032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7198001784829394032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7198001784829394032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-seems-news-is-not-all-that-it-seems.html' title='It seems the news is not all that it seems...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5258791587444897556</id><published>2007-06-05T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:15.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heck of a deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RmWLBiLFwCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/45tsSNT7phE/s1600-h/chipotle-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072613413772181538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RmWLBiLFwCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/45tsSNT7phE/s320/chipotle-ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All day today, &lt;a href="http://www.chipotle.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Chipotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is doing a food drive. For every canned good you bring in, you get a free burrito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now those of you who've ever had one of these things, knows what a good deal this is. These things are freaking humongous!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 20 minutes I will head out of my office, can of soup in hand, to the Chipotle around the corner. Now grab a can of soup and meet me there in 20, but don't speed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5258791587444897556?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5258791587444897556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5258791587444897556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5258791587444897556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5258791587444897556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/heck-of-deal.html' title='Heck of a deal'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RmWLBiLFwCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/45tsSNT7phE/s72-c/chipotle-ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4233132809204963942</id><published>2007-06-05T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:39:12.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll bet he's glad he didn't marry a Shivo</title><content type='html'>Can we just let the lesson be "don't kill people because they might recover?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUKL0245513720070602"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WARSAW (Reuters) - A 65-year-old railwayman who fell into a coma following an accident in communist Poland regained consciousness 19 years later to find democracy and a market economy, Polish media reported on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheelchair-bound Jan Grzebski, whom doctors had given only two or three years to live following his 1988 accident, credited his caring wife Gertruda with his revival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was Gertruda that saved me, and I'll never forget it," Grzebski told news channel TVN24.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4233132809204963942?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4233132809204963942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4233132809204963942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4233132809204963942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4233132809204963942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-bet-hes-glad-he-didnt-marry-shivo.html' title='I&apos;ll bet he&apos;s glad he didn&apos;t marry a Shivo'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-2946818297142676913</id><published>2007-06-01T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:02:40.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Friends</title><content type='html'>Children of the 80's, remember when the writing for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dallas_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Dallas &lt;/a&gt;went way off the deep end and they killed off Bobby, the saintly brother to J.R., and then spent an entire season trying to explain it, only to start the next season by having his wife wake up from the dream to find that he was in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shower's over, baby. I'm back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am resuming the blog effective immediately, with the following governing principles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True to form, I'm going to pretty much write what I am thinking about when I sit to the keyboard.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have time to plot series', host forums or that sort of thing. For what you pay, it's a good service. No whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am opening the comments but will probably bounce more than I actually post.&lt;/strong&gt; Mostly because I can. Search the constitution. Commenting is not an inalienable right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be it understood that if we are friends in the analog world, then reading my blog in the digital world does not constitute keeping in touch.&lt;/strong&gt; In fact, if you know me but your only connection is through the blog, that is decidedly creepier than people who don't know me reading the blog. Pick up the phone. But pull over to the side of the road first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog on, peeps. Talk at you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-2946818297142676913?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/2946818297142676913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=2946818297142676913' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2946818297142676913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2946818297142676913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-friends.html' title='Hello Friends'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8231124933687366730</id><published>2007-05-11T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:40:45.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Up!</title><content type='html'>Many things about God are a mystery to me.  One of the mysteries I love the most is how I hear from Him through the Word - the scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I need direction, God talks to me through a teacher, mentor, or friend.  Sometimes through impressions - the world just seems to fit this way or that (of course, these always have to align with scripture).  But He also talks to me by directing me to His Word.  I query God and I read a piece of scripture that seems tailor made to my question.  The mysterious part is how that all happens... sometimes I pray for an answer and I barely have the question formed in my mind and - BAM - I have found the answer.  This is not how it goes most often, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I wait, and pray, and wait, and look, and ask, and search, and question, and wait... and then when I least suspect it, I find what I am looking for.  That very thing happened to me today - I have been  on my feet, face, and knees asking God a particular question for weeks.  I couldn't sleep last night - I was exhausted, but just couldn't sleep - and so I opened my Bible.  At 3:00 this morning, I got my response from God.  In a text that I know I've read before, but I SWEAR I've never seen...  God addressed my particular circumstance perfectly.  I don't know everything about how God talks, and I am frankly a little suspicious of people who ALWAYS seem to hear from Him clearly and immediately, but I do know He does talk.  And I keep learning how to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8231124933687366730?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8231124933687366730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8231124933687366730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8231124933687366730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8231124933687366730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/05/word-up.html' title='Word Up!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-7363602679770368058</id><published>2007-05-11T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:15.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RkTTtZO4hRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/U92u2stuaq8/s1600-h/marbleloaf2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063404657892164882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RkTTtZO4hRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/U92u2stuaq8/s320/marbleloaf2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered something at Starbucks today that will most certainly make you slap your grandma.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Marble Loaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not just the Marble Loaf... It's the Marble Loaf TOASTED. Heated. Warmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy smokes. Sweet Moses..... REALLY, really good. It's like toast with blueberries and other types of goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crunchy on the outside, Pentecostal revival on the inside... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-7363602679770368058?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/7363602679770368058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=7363602679770368058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7363602679770368058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7363602679770368058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodness.html' title='Goodness!!!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RkTTtZO4hRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/U92u2stuaq8/s72-c/marbleloaf2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8489239526235119305</id><published>2007-05-09T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:15.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Roboto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RkIE85O4hQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/do44ntUn_tQ/s1600-h/HREvolutionClose.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062614375319766274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RkIE85O4hQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/do44ntUn_tQ/s320/HREvolutionClose.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since moving into my new house last summer, for the very first time in my life, I decided I would be the one doing all my own yard work. Let me tell you, this spring with all the rains we've been having, my yard has needed cutting at least twice a week. Mind you, I only cut it once a week though...I do have a social life, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say hello to the LawnBot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the makers of the LawnBot have their way, teenagers everywhere will soon be scrambling to find a new means of extortion employment. The LawnBott is an environmentally-friendly electronic mower that runs for up to 4 hours on a single charge. It can mow through over 33,000 square feet of sod in the process. Owners are free to let the LawnBot mow on its own, navigating the treacherous outdoors by way of a number of sensors that detect grass height, moisture, and more. The mower also comes with a remote control for those power-hungry landscapers among us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why will I not be running out to get this thing you ask??? The LawnBott will cost anywhere between $1,749 - $2,899, with the top of the line model featuring the ability to universally control it from any Bluetooth-equipped device. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little too steep for a mower...besides, how will I be able to workout every week if I'm not pushing my trusty lawnmower??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8489239526235119305?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8489239526235119305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8489239526235119305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8489239526235119305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8489239526235119305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-got-to-get-me-one-of-these.html' title='Mr. Roboto'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RkIE85O4hQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/do44ntUn_tQ/s72-c/HREvolutionClose.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5767418228643564716</id><published>2007-05-07T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:15.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello to the Pearl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rj-OlpO4hPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zPzq9hC1bS4/s1600-h/Keith"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061921283562308850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rj-OlpO4hPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zPzq9hC1bS4/s320/Keith%27sNewPearl+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I purchased my first Blackberry over the weekend. I have succumbed to it's calling :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, this thing is revolutionary to me. Email, phone, IM, Camera, Video, and a whole heck of a lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost messed my pants when I got my first email on it last night...good times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5767418228643564716?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5767418228643564716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5767418228643564716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5767418228643564716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5767418228643564716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/05/say-hello-to-pearl.html' title='Say hello to the Pearl'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rj-OlpO4hPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zPzq9hC1bS4/s72-c/Keith%27sNewPearl+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-458090148727528303</id><published>2007-04-25T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:16.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bose Beautiful Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri-n_kDm_lI/AAAAAAAAAJk/a4563vD4mn8/s1600-h/Bose%20-%20QuietComfort3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057445617012768338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri-n_kDm_lI/AAAAAAAAAJk/a4563vD4mn8/s320/Bose%2520-%2520QuietComfort3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all I want to give a shout out to my good friend Colby. Thanks for being an awesome friend to me bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents gave me an unexpected gift last week, a pair of Bose noise cancelling headphones. I have absolutely no idea how they work, but boy do they ever work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the office yesterday, sitting at my desk, using these headphones with my IPod. After an hour of working while wearing my new headphones I realized that I missed three calls, a co-worker trying to get my attention, and a friend who came in the office, chatted and left - and I didn't even see them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a focus nut like me, these things are beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-458090148727528303?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/458090148727528303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=458090148727528303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/458090148727528303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/458090148727528303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/bose-beautiful-silence.html' title='Bose Beautiful Silence'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri-n_kDm_lI/AAAAAAAAAJk/a4563vD4mn8/s72-c/Bose%2520-%2520QuietComfort3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-501079079810411142</id><published>2007-04-24T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:16.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong: All of the Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri4Lt1H19UI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AYT6ty-EOac/s1600-h/allabove.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056992313565640002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri4Lt1H19UI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AYT6ty-EOac/s320/allabove.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got the latest album from Hillsong United this week (props to Drue!) and have been listening to it over the past few days. Every year Hillsong usually release two albums - one is their main big church live album which is recorded in front of a humungous Sydney crowd, and the other is a live album by their youth worship team, United. Now almost without fail I find that I prefer the United CD, and many of the best songs on the main Hillsong album are ones that were first done by United, and generally the United versions are better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year, with &lt;em&gt;All of the Above&lt;/em&gt;, United have done something a little different - they’ve done away with the crowd and recorded this in the studio. At first this seems a little odd, but the more I listen the more I feel that the album doesn’t suffer at all. In fact, being a studio album rather than a live one gives the songs a lot more space and musical texture. There are a few higher energy songs showing that United still know how to rock out, but overall the album is a lot slower and more reflective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the Above&lt;/em&gt; is an excellent, although different, album from Hillsong United. Although it doesn’t instantly hit you hard like their previous album &lt;em&gt;United We Stand&lt;/em&gt; and my other all time favorite &lt;em&gt;More than Life&lt;/em&gt;, I think this will prove to be the United album that I listen to most. It’s sonic textures, meaningful lyrics, and gentler tone really draw you in and immerse you in the heart of the music. Definitely a high water mark for United, and Hillsong music as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-501079079810411142?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/501079079810411142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=501079079810411142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/501079079810411142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/501079079810411142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/hillsong-all-of-above.html' title='Hillsong: All of the Above'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri4Lt1H19UI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AYT6ty-EOac/s72-c/allabove.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-311176906487166219</id><published>2007-04-23T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:16.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Germaphobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri0e9lH19TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8hcPou11WKo/s1600-h/Germs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056731999892796722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri0e9lH19TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8hcPou11WKo/s320/Germs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew there were so many of us who &lt;a href="http://ottawasun.com/Showbiz/OtherShowbiz/2007/03/18/3775412-sun.html"&gt;hated germs&lt;/a&gt;? I am not at the door knob washing phase, or laying towels on the floor stage, but you know what they say; "The first step is admitting you have a problem." BTW,  the picture is of the payphone outside the 7-11 near my office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-311176906487166219?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/311176906487166219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=311176906487166219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/311176906487166219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/311176906487166219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/germaphobia.html' title='Germaphobia'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri0e9lH19TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8hcPou11WKo/s72-c/Germs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1415026243530995667</id><published>2007-04-23T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:16.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A duet I don't want to repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri0WklH19SI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I91_vWB9kAc/s1600-h/whirlpool.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056722774303044898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri0WklH19SI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I91_vWB9kAc/s320/whirlpool.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing the laundry this past weekend, changing the loads when all of a sudden the washer stopped working. One red light was illuminated, and because of that light, nothing was working. I tried everything short of kicking the machine to get it sorted. Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mom and asked her if she knew what to do - she didn't. I Googled the make/model of my washer to figure out what to do - and voila, I had my answer. I simply had to push a button, three times to "reset" the washer. As I approached this magic button, with a sense of accomplishment, I set forth to push it in all its glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I noticed the bold print under the aforementioned button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Push three times to reset the washer when the control lock is illuminated".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that sometimes the hardest things to see are the elements right in front of you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1415026243530995667?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1415026243530995667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1415026243530995667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1415026243530995667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1415026243530995667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/duet-i-dont-want-to-repeat.html' title='A duet I don&apos;t want to repeat'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ri0WklH19SI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I91_vWB9kAc/s72-c/whirlpool.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-254640946977790481</id><published>2007-04-18T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:16.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IPod spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RiZZ_ubDvUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B2CetazZmgA/s1600-h/IPod.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054826583098113346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RiZZ_ubDvUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B2CetazZmgA/s320/IPod.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took on a project yesterday that needed to be done: I cleaned out my ipod of stuff that I'm never going to listen to again. I had so many songs/podcasts that I have downloaded and listened to and so I went through the task of going through them to make room. There's some things you just aren't going to listen to over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some got trashed. Others got put on my external drive for future use/ listening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: I've got 7GB's of space open on my 30GB ipod. Plenty of room for new stuff. Although I'm wishing I bought the 80 GB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-254640946977790481?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/254640946977790481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=254640946977790481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/254640946977790481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/254640946977790481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/ipod-spring-cleaning.html' title='IPod spring cleaning'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RiZZ_ubDvUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B2CetazZmgA/s72-c/IPod.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-6697419114079127399</id><published>2007-04-18T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:16.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Cocaine to Foie Gras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RiZZB-bDvTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6buCqtXcCwE/s1600-h/jeffhenderson_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054825522241191218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RiZZB-bDvTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6buCqtXcCwE/s320/jeffhenderson_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine emailed me an interesting article on Friday entitled, "How the Crack Dealer Became a Chef". It's about a chef by the name of &lt;a href="http://www.chefjeffcooked.com/main.php?page=news"&gt;Jeff Henderson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chef Henderson has a fascinating story - grew up in LA, became a crack dealer, went to prison, learned how to cook, finally got out of prison and worked at several restaurants and now..........he's the executive chef at the &lt;a href="http://www.bellagio.com/pages/din_casual.asp"&gt;Cafe Bellagio in Vegas&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about life change...wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-6697419114079127399?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/6697419114079127399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=6697419114079127399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6697419114079127399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/6697419114079127399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-cocaine-to-foie-gras.html' title='From Cocaine to Foie Gras'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RiZZB-bDvTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6buCqtXcCwE/s72-c/jeffhenderson_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-3592832783380956929</id><published>2007-04-11T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:17.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rh0pmNQ82dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9oEzdhxxp5s/s1600-h/NewOffice+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052240093352090066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rh0pmNQ82dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9oEzdhxxp5s/s320/NewOffice+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rh0pm9Q82eI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SW3ac_kPREA/s1600-h/NewOffice+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052240106236991970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rh0pm9Q82eI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SW3ac_kPREA/s320/NewOffice+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the new office, they have curtains made out of ball-bearing beads. Kinda like they used to do back in the 70's. Very retro looking. I'm not sure if I like that look just yet, but here's a couple pics I shot of it for you to decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-3592832783380956929?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/3592832783380956929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=3592832783380956929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3592832783380956929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3592832783380956929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/retro-at-work.html' title='Retro at work'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rh0pmNQ82dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9oEzdhxxp5s/s72-c/NewOffice+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8934102143886393299</id><published>2007-04-11T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:17.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New office view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rh0kPdQ82cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0jmysDlDV9o/s1600-h/NewOffice+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052234204951927234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rh0kPdQ82cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0jmysDlDV9o/s320/NewOffice+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the view from my new office in downtown Dallas. Not as high up, or spectacular as the last one, but I can live with it. The new building is interesting though. It feels like I stepped into one gigantic &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/"&gt;IKEA&lt;/a&gt; store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place is still under construction above and below my 12th floor office, so it's been somewhat of a pain dealing with constant hammering, drilling, and the like. It'll take some getting used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8934102143886393299?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8934102143886393299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8934102143886393299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8934102143886393299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8934102143886393299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-office-view.html' title='New office view'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rh0kPdQ82cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0jmysDlDV9o/s72-c/NewOffice+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4747805186643232721</id><published>2007-04-07T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:18.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rhe7gmFMBzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O85Q_a2y1OQ/s1600-h/dallas+snow.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050711675771815730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rhe7gmFMBzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O85Q_a2y1OQ/s320/dallas+snow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, it is the Saturday before Easter, and it is snowing here in Dallas, and it's 38 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How crazy is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4747805186643232721?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4747805186643232721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4747805186643232721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4747805186643232721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4747805186643232721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/snow.html' title='Snow?'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rhe7gmFMBzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O85Q_a2y1OQ/s72-c/dallas+snow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-2372390298300419730</id><published>2007-04-06T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:18.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on up, to the east side...well, maybe not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhZeamFMBxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/T6RQtYakvFo/s1600-h/MyOffice1-27-05+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050327843134506770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhZeamFMBxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/T6RQtYakvFo/s320/MyOffice1-27-05+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhZea2FMByI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GKpRXF2A6_c/s1600-h/MyOffice1-27-05+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050327847429474082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhZea2FMByI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GKpRXF2A6_c/s320/MyOffice1-27-05+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are 2 pics of my current office in Dallas...it's sweet. 30th floor, corner office, fantastic 360 degree view of the downtown skyline. The view from here at night is spectacular. On a clear day, I can literally see downtown FtWorth (which is 30 miles away).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas, today I will be leaving that gorgeous view. After 6 years in this office, my company has decided to build (which they did) a new office building, smack in the middle of the downtown Arts District. I will be on the 12th floor, smaller office, and not a corner one. Yes, I know what you're thinking, it's not that bad...but I got spoiled. I'll sure miss the view here. I'll post some pics of the new office on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Easter everybody! See you at church on Sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-2372390298300419730?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/2372390298300419730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=2372390298300419730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2372390298300419730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2372390298300419730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/moving-on-up-to-east-sidewell-maybe-not.html' title='Moving on up, to the east side...well, maybe not'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhZeamFMBxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/T6RQtYakvFo/s72-c/MyOffice1-27-05+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-7084261197735085526</id><published>2007-04-05T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:18.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nintendo- All the games online!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhU2gmFMBvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KjKUTF3pqds/s1600-h/picture-3-10.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050002490771900146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhU2gmFMBvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KjKUTF3pqds/s320/picture-3-10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhU2g2FMBwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gu4y-2LiuRA/s1600-h/picture-2-8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050002495066867458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhU2g2FMBwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gu4y-2LiuRA/s320/picture-2-8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Hours gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 1989 all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nintendo8.com/toplist/" target="_blank"&gt;http://nintendo8.com/toplist/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-7084261197735085526?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/7084261197735085526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=7084261197735085526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7084261197735085526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/7084261197735085526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/nintendo-all-games-online.html' title='Nintendo- All the games online!!!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhU2gmFMBvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KjKUTF3pqds/s72-c/picture-3-10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4320277922462688952</id><published>2007-04-04T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:18.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhP4U2FMBuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/C3OO4yduQk4/s1600-h/sleepspan.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049652644210804450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhP4U2FMBuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/C3OO4yduQk4/s320/sleepspan.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever drive by someone who was obviously checked out behind the wheel and think"Are you asleep or what?!?" Check this out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The most widely prescribed sleeping pills can cause strange behavior like driving and eating while asleep, the &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/organizations/f/food_and_drug_administration/index.html?inline=nyt-org"&gt;Food and Drug Administration&lt;/a&gt; said yesterday..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4320277922462688952?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4320277922462688952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4320277922462688952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4320277922462688952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4320277922462688952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it!!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhP4U2FMBuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/C3OO4yduQk4/s72-c/sleepspan.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8641795698292856609</id><published>2007-04-03T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:18.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhKtgr4GAGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YqEck6xeckk/s1600-h/024.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049288909281165410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhKtgr4GAGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YqEck6xeckk/s320/024.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, OK, bad idea...bathroom stalls with no freaking doors on them (a sick-o must have invented them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8641795698292856609?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8641795698292856609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8641795698292856609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8641795698292856609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8641795698292856609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/these-suck.html' title='These suck!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhKtgr4GAGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YqEck6xeckk/s72-c/024.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-2975531515434008616</id><published>2007-04-02T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:19.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday afternoon at the movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhEUiL4GAFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PC5SXV4sbfk/s1600-h/Blades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048839234795208786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhEUiL4GAFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PC5SXV4sbfk/s320/Blades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Blades of Glory yesterday at Grapevine Mills with my friend Charles and his family. There were a couple of times where I was laughing so hard I thought I was gonna puke my popcorn I had just eaten, but other than that, it felt like an hour and a half long SNL sketch that was an hour and 15 minutes too long. Weak story line, and not very believable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely not as good as Talladega Nights. But hey, it is Will Ferrell, so what more should you expect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the plus side, I did get to see the new Pirates 3 trailer. From the looks of the trailer, that will be one to add to the must see list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-2975531515434008616?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/2975531515434008616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=2975531515434008616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2975531515434008616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2975531515434008616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday-afternoon-at-movies.html' title='Sunday afternoon at the movies'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhEUiL4GAFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PC5SXV4sbfk/s72-c/Blades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4975947288839948217</id><published>2007-04-02T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:19.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhEC-L4GAEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/42iHcXdc0wg/s1600-h/menhate_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048819924622245954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhEC-L4GAEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/42iHcXdc0wg/s320/menhate_2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhECM74GADI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-LH2RngU6FA/s1600-h/menhate_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lawn is turning green, motorcycles are everywhere, and kids are running around outside the neighborhood again... it must be spring! A few thoughts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is said that in spring, a young man's thoughts turn to love... but several of my friends thoughts have turned to motorcycles! Three of my previously non-riding friends are buying motorcycles (I just went yesterday to test out a bike for one buddy who doesn't yet have his license). Gotta love life on two wheels!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Why-Men-Hate-Going-Church/dp/0785260382/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-9363086-2163917?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;qid=1175268085&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; book. While I have a couple of nit-picky issues with it, overall it is a great read with a great premise - the church has to get MUCH more intentional about putting masculinity back in faith. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got this rabbit that has taken up residence in my yard... it's kind of cool really, as I see it in the morning and when I come home from the office. Makes me feel a little like Tony Soprano!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4975947288839948217?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4975947288839948217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4975947288839948217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4975947288839948217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4975947288839948217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-thoughts.html' title='Spring thoughts'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RhEC-L4GAEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/42iHcXdc0wg/s72-c/menhate_2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1867007245310053596</id><published>2007-03-30T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:19.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear bud madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rg0jw74GACI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Iu1GCnJ4mIA/s1600-h/earbuds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047730080965853218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rg0jw74GACI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Iu1GCnJ4mIA/s320/earbuds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ear buds and creature speakers were heavily focused on these tunes this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Social Distortion, Album: Social Distortion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt; Stavesacre, Album: Speakeasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt; The Call, Album: Reconciled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt; Mutemath, Album: Mutemath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt; Vertical Horizon, Album: GO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooops, forgot what's playing right now: AC/DC, "Shoot to Thrill" off the Back in Black album...which is greatness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s your recently played selection look like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1867007245310053596?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1867007245310053596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1867007245310053596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1867007245310053596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1867007245310053596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/03/ear-bud-madness.html' title='Ear bud madness'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rg0jw74GACI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Iu1GCnJ4mIA/s72-c/earbuds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-3878230641063041892</id><published>2007-03-30T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T09:32:34.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the break!</title><content type='html'>After taking a much needed blogging hiatus,  I am back in the saddle as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take a breather, a sort of techie cleansing. It was tough resisiting the urge to post, but in the end, it was good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball season begins this weekend, I'm blogging, so all is right with the world again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-3878230641063041892?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/3878230641063041892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=3878230641063041892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3878230641063041892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/3878230641063041892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-break.html' title='Back from the break!'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5303736736242598857</id><published>2007-02-19T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:19.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rdn05NxR59I/AAAAAAAAAG8/V-Ip-yxLDYc/s1600-h/nap.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033323322349316050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rdn05NxR59I/AAAAAAAAAG8/V-Ip-yxLDYc/s320/nap.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read a newly released study today that found that a 30 minute nap three times a week reduces the chance of a heart attack by 37%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to go on public record as supporting nap time.It all comes back to circadian rhythm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm good for nothing in the afternoon. I think 90% of my creativity and productivity happens before noon! Some afternoons I feel like a computer that opens more and more programs so the processor slows down and eventually all the programs say "not responding."A ten-minute nap is like restarting my computer. It reenergizes me physically and mentally. What I'm trying to say is this: I'm pro-naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5303736736242598857?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5303736736242598857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5303736736242598857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5303736736242598857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5303736736242598857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/02/nap-time.html' title='Nap time'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Rdn05NxR59I/AAAAAAAAAG8/V-Ip-yxLDYc/s72-c/nap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-4640680532137730279</id><published>2007-02-12T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:19.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy's 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RdCXHaFjErI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kPfaAYK1Vcw/s1600-h/Police.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030686937290314418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RdCXHaFjErI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kPfaAYK1Vcw/s320/Police.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you did not watch the Grammy Awards last night, this is what I saw...in chronological order...somewhat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Police&lt;/strong&gt; - Rock my world. Can't wait for the tour to hit Dallas. Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tony Bennet&lt;/strong&gt;. Best Duo - Grab Stevie’s hand dude!!! He’s blind!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DixieChicks &lt;/strong&gt;- I don’t care if you’re ready to make nice or not. Because you were rockin’ the Tele. Rock ‘On.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince&lt;/strong&gt; - One Word, Chest Hair. OK. Two words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt; - Two Words - Jennifer Hudson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince&lt;/strong&gt; - Bad idea to stand behind Mary J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; - PIMP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt; - Two Words. Mary J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Legend, Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/strong&gt; - You need to thank the Lord for John Mayer, he saved you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shakira&lt;/strong&gt; - I had to change the channel. No Christian man could watch that and… well…oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dixie Chicks&lt;/strong&gt; - Song of the Year. Wow. Way to say screw you to America with one award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gnarles Barkley&lt;/strong&gt; - I want those teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ludacris&lt;/strong&gt; - Best Rap Album - Keep rockin’ the Dirty South. ATL. That fade is TIGHT!!! Woah!!! Thanking Oprah and Bill O’Riley? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary J.&lt;/strong&gt; - That was the best performance of the night. Beyonce who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dixie Chicks&lt;/strong&gt; - Country Album of the Year - I love it. From Outcasts to Grammy Sweepers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie Underwood&lt;/strong&gt; - Carrie, from Idol Winner to Best New Artist at the Grammy's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rascall Flatts&lt;/strong&gt; - who says a front man cant be a chunker? Own it G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lionel Ritchie&lt;/strong&gt; - Hello? Yea baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/strong&gt; - Dude. It’s been a while since a black guy actually danced better than Timberlake. Well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christina&lt;/strong&gt; - You did good. But Mary J still wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Blunt&lt;/strong&gt; - G C Em D. Work it. A good song can sit on it’s own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin’s new girly singer&lt;/strong&gt; - Rigged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chili Peppers&lt;/strong&gt; - Same Old Junk. ZZZZzzzzz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al Gore&lt;/strong&gt; - SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dixie Chicks&lt;/strong&gt; - 5 of 5. Count’Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-4640680532137730279?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/4640680532137730279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=4640680532137730279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4640680532137730279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/4640680532137730279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/02/grammys-2007.html' title='Grammy&apos;s 2007'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RdCXHaFjErI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kPfaAYK1Vcw/s72-c/Police.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5290729009465025218</id><published>2007-02-12T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:55:55.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the break</title><content type='html'>Took a much needed blogging break of 2 weeks. Sometimes it's good to cleanse the body now and then of techie-ness. But I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5290729009465025218?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5290729009465025218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5290729009465025218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5290729009465025218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5290729009465025218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-from-break.html' title='Back from the break'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1097893213805719868</id><published>2007-01-26T08:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T08:34:55.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I get it</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in over a week. The past 7 days have been rough for me. I've been questioning God a lot over the last week (which is not a bad thing) trying to make heads or tails about a couple of events that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard. God is good, but life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think its always hard, but it seems that in the times we struggle, we reach back for what we knew as love and as comfort, from our mom's cooking to playing catch with our dad.&lt;br /&gt;I think there is no doubt that God can use our struggles and our hard times to bring us back to some sort of simplicity. It's like I heard once that a pastor said when he would visit a family who had lost a loved one suffering through an illness he would say, "I'll make coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something soothing in the simple and the mundane. The news that always comes on, the paper that always appears on your front step, the sound of your husband (or wife) snoring. The smell of coffee brewing or a tea pot whistling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for those simple memories, because it often points us to love, which points us to the One who never forsakes us and never forgets about us, no matter how hard life is. Thank you, God, that you are always here...I get it. I get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1097893213805719868?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1097893213805719868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1097893213805719868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1097893213805719868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1097893213805719868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-get-it.html' title='I get it'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-215885109292228406</id><published>2007-01-26T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:20.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am MacGyver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RboOxuVe-yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XSGDies6ba0/s1600-h/macgyver-paperclip-tm.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024344581699730210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RboOxuVe-yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XSGDies6ba0/s320/macgyver-paperclip-tm.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are under 23, then this makes no sense to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving a shout out to my homie Colby...see you Sunday morning!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-215885109292228406?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/215885109292228406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=215885109292228406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/215885109292228406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/215885109292228406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-macgyver.html' title='I am MacGyver'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RboOxuVe-yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XSGDies6ba0/s72-c/macgyver-paperclip-tm.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-494436505583873393</id><published>2007-01-18T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:20.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ra-egOR8rhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yhgqCCs-Ik4/s1600-h/Iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021406385967771154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ra-egOR8rhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yhgqCCs-Ik4/s320/Iphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a friends son asked me a question the other day: "Did you have iPods when you were a kid?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then proceeded to tell him about an ancient device called the walkman. Got me thinking about the evolution of technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is an old Chinese Proverb: may you live in interesting times. Can't imagine a more interesting time to be alive can you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the cell phone is a microcosm. Remember when cell phones that were just phones? I was reading an article about some of the latest evolutions in cell phones. Phones are becoming entertainment centers with full-length feature films available via mSpot. The iPhone doubles as a juke box. Phones function as remote controls. Give it a few years and phones will be garage door openers and thermostat adjusters. They will function as e-wallets and roaming alarm systems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you gotta love this: a new phone from Japan's NTT DoCoMo alerts women who are trying to get pregnant when they are ovulating. Are you kidding me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For what it's worth, I'm a TMobile guy. But if someone got me an iPhone I would feel compelled to switch over :) It would be rude not to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-494436505583873393?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/494436505583873393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=494436505583873393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/494436505583873393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/494436505583873393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/01/technology-evolution.html' title='Technology evolution'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/Ra-egOR8rhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yhgqCCs-Ik4/s72-c/Iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5216074269658738849</id><published>2007-01-16T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T09:43:08.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Farts</title><content type='html'>You know I like random animal facts right? Don't know why, but I've always been fascinated by the fact that African elephants poop eighty pounds per day. Really makes you appreciate cage cleaners doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm about to reveal ranks right up!  Here's the entire &lt;a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/environment/article2062484.ece"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; if you want to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a United Nations Report, cow "emissions" are the greatest threat to the environment. The 400-page report by the Food and Agricultural Organization, Livestock's Long Shadow, says that the world's 1.5 billion cattle are responsible for 18 per cent of the greenhouse gases that cause global warming. That is more than cars, planes and all other forms of transport put together.Cow farts account for 9% of all carbon dioxide emissions. Their "wind" and manure account for more than 33% of methane. And their farts produce 100 other polluting gases including ammonia, one of the major causes of acid rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more random cow fact: a cow drinks 990 litres of water to produce one litre of milk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5216074269658738849?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5216074269658738849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5216074269658738849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5216074269658738849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5216074269658738849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/01/cow-farts.html' title='Cow Farts'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-2528683833662799106</id><published>2007-01-16T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T09:40:52.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My triceps are in pain</title><content type='html'>Worked out muscles that I never even worked out before in my life, but my friend D (this person likes to remain anonymous...the goober!) swears that it is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the gym again tonight for more pain :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-2528683833662799106?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/2528683833662799106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=2528683833662799106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2528683833662799106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2528683833662799106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-triceps-are-in-pain.html' title='My triceps are in pain'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-2485997812941105338</id><published>2007-01-15T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:21.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RauTGuR8rgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wvXYqDpAhfo/s1600-h/DocBashir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020267953346358786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RauTGuR8rgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wvXYqDpAhfo/s320/DocBashir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RauS4uR8rfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GZm_oBSCp3U/s1600-h/vampkiefer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020267712828190194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RauS4uR8rfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GZm_oBSCp3U/s320/vampkiefer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night and tonight is the big season premiere event of 24!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack is a beast!! I was amazed when Jack went all Lost Boys on that guy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Bashir as the pseudo bad guy was a good move. I knew I recognized him from somewhere (for those of you who have no clue who Dr. Bashir is, he was the ship doc on Star Trek: Deep Space 9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Palmer as President...off the chain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to see what happens tonight!&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/10068552-2485997812941105338?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/2485997812941105338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=2485997812941105338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2485997812941105338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/2485997812941105338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/01/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RauTGuR8rgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wvXYqDpAhfo/s72-c/DocBashir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8672084947728326690</id><published>2007-01-10T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:38:11.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, by the way...</title><content type='html'>1. The first CD I ever owned was by Duran Duran. I am still embarrased about that.&lt;br /&gt;2. I never had Chinese food until I was 19.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'd rather go west than east and north than south almost any day.&lt;br /&gt;4. I paint very well. John and Tracie will testify.&lt;br /&gt;5. I attended K-12 in the same town and got through early, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;6. Trail mix is a common late night snack for me.&lt;br /&gt;7. My affinity for gadgetry was underdeveloped until I was in my 30's. &lt;br /&gt;8. I have more than my share of strange friends.&lt;br /&gt;9. I've been blogging since some of you were in high school.&lt;br /&gt;10. My favorite days, hands down, are spent with my family and best friends (u know who u are).&lt;br /&gt;11. My dream gig would be to sing backup for The Police.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sitting by a fire in Banff Canada, while listening to Train at midnight on a cold, clear January night was just about nirvanic for me.&lt;br /&gt;13. My first name was picked by my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;14. I can back up a boat trailer faster than would seem prudent.&lt;br /&gt;15. I did not like algebra in high school and it hasn't gotten much better.&lt;br /&gt;16. If it comes down to Trivial Pursuit...you want me on your team. If not...I will eat your lunch.&lt;br /&gt;17. Every night, it takes five chargers to make my life work.&lt;br /&gt;18. I once hot wired a 40ft rv because it needed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;19. I am not a party person.&lt;br /&gt;20. My iPod contains a 50/50 mix of music and spoken word.&lt;br /&gt;21. I know how to use a satellite phone.&lt;br /&gt;22. Driving coast to coast in four or five days really sounds like a good time to me.&lt;br /&gt;23. If you find me at Chipotle, I'm eating the chicken burrito.&lt;br /&gt;24. One of my best friends was just named the new head football coach at Louisville...seriously.&lt;br /&gt;25. I can eat grapes like there is no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;26. I nearly lost a van in the Mississippi river once.&lt;br /&gt;27. I'm taller than my father (and all my brothers), who was taller than his father (and  brothers).&lt;br /&gt;28. I am not afraid to have the hard conversations.&lt;br /&gt;29. I am going to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8672084947728326690?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8672084947728326690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8672084947728326690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8672084947728326690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8672084947728326690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-by-way.html' title='Oh, by the way...'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-5905068200422401333</id><published>2007-01-08T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:23:17.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys</title><content type='html'>The Dallas Cowboys underachieved. It's sad, but true. And you can't convince me otherwise. They have zero excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas had pristine health, a favorable schedule down the stretch, and a talented roster that collapsed in December. Not to mention the Cowboys play in a conference lacking a dominant team, so reaching the Super Bowl was a reality, not just a delusion of grandeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget, the Cowboys played their 2 biggest games of the season against New Orleans and Philly, at Texas Stadium. The Cowboys suffered blowout losses in each of those games. In the end, we shouldn't have been surprised the Cowboys found a creative way to lose Saturday in an NFC wild-card game. They've been doing it all season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-5905068200422401333?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/5905068200422401333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=5905068200422401333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5905068200422401333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/5905068200422401333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/01/cowboys.html' title='Cowboys'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-8866549192235306161</id><published>2007-01-04T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:21.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I needed one of these for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZ0S3c5n4NI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9M7pnUGmAT4/s1600-h/Doormat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016186303820587218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZ0S3c5n4NI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9M7pnUGmAT4/s320/Doormat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing as I locked myself out of the house yesterday morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-8866549192235306161?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/8866549192235306161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=8866549192235306161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8866549192235306161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/8866549192235306161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-needed-one-of-these-for-christmas.html' title='I needed one of these for Christmas'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZ0S3c5n4NI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9M7pnUGmAT4/s72-c/Doormat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-1640291656846886089</id><published>2007-01-03T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:22.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst album covers ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlks5n4LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yu0yp9JTGF8/s1600-h/worst19.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015925397442257074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlks5n4LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yu0yp9JTGF8/s320/worst19.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlk85n4MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iOiR7uHCXo8/s1600-h/worst20.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015925401737224386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlk85n4MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iOiR7uHCXo8/s320/worst20.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwla85n4GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3lBjGKBY6E0/s1600-h/worst5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015925229938532450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwla85n4GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3lBjGKBY6E0/s320/worst5.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlbM5n4HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oSFO-Djejlg/s1600-h/worst9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015925234233499762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlbM5n4HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oSFO-Djejlg/s320/worst9.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlbM5n4II/AAAAAAAAAEw/KrNBAX07d_I/s1600-h/worst16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015925234233499778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlbM5n4II/AAAAAAAAAEw/KrNBAX07d_I/s320/worst16.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlbM5n4JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2lohotAKb2Y/s1600-h/worst17.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015925234233499794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlbM5n4JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2lohotAKb2Y/s320/worst17.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlbc5n4KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0at2nVOGH74/s1600-h/worst18.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015925238528467106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlbc5n4KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0at2nVOGH74/s320/worst18.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are pretty bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10068552-1640291656846886089?l=misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/feeds/1640291656846886089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10068552&amp;postID=1640291656846886089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1640291656846886089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10068552/posts/default/1640291656846886089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofkeith.blogspot.com/2007/01/worst-album-covers-ever.html' title='Worst album covers ever'/><author><name>Keith Hollaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06873575590475367476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7982/761/1600/711633/EyesSmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZwlks5n4LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yu0yp9JTGF8/s72-c/worst19.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10068552.post-470141016267677675</id><published>2007-01-02T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:26:22.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the phrase "bad to worse" mean anything to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZrJ985n4FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IOgafuSZ2ko/s1600-h/badtoworse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015543201187487826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNHnru61HW4/RZrJ985n4FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IOgafuSZ2ko/s320/badtoworse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's not enough that the woman in the minivan in front of you is talking on the phone. Now she's surfing ebay at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autonet Mobile, a start-up wireless technology company based in San Francisco, announced that it has reached an agreement with Avis Rent A Car System to provide a rolling wifi hotspot to Avis customers by March. For $10.95 a day, Avis will issue motorists a notebook-size portable device that plugs into a car’s power supply and delivers a high-speed Internet connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if traffic on the tollway isn't bad enough already! 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