<?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-15602493</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:59:37.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul's Pet Peeves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07145706957740375382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15602493.post-5042461972509663149</id><published>2008-12-20T16:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:28:47.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2116f339d8093a42" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2116f339d8093a42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331798528%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E34B52DBE4180DA898B0D50BF264B5B27E6AFA3.54DD58178E87E925E68B3798EF21C774D63B69C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2116f339d8093a42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6G6m7PSAF9nK3JOXzVMJVGqhRSU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2116f339d8093a42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331798528%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E34B52DBE4180DA898B0D50BF264B5B27E6AFA3.54DD58178E87E925E68B3798EF21C774D63B69C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2116f339d8093a42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6G6m7PSAF9nK3JOXzVMJVGqhRSU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15602493-5042461972509663149?l=woolard66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2116f339d8093a42&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/feeds/5042461972509663149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15602493&amp;postID=5042461972509663149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/5042461972509663149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/5042461972509663149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/2008/12/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Paul W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07145706957740375382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15602493.post-115696219044901872</id><published>2006-08-30T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:23:10.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who pushed Fast Forward</title><content type='html'>For the past several years, we've been fortunate that both kids are NOT always doing something extracurricular.  This has been a blessing.  I knew that having the kids move to High School and Junior High this year would be a change, but wow!  Blake is in Football and now Kayla is doing basketball.  It is like in a single instant our family life has gone into warp speed.  I thought I was ready, but this is all happening way too fast for me.  It is going to be a wild ride the next 6 years.  I'll try to relax and take it all in and relish each moment, but do wish someone was taping it all so I can go back and watch in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow....who said this a "free" public education system?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15602493-115696219044901872?l=woolard66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/feeds/115696219044901872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15602493&amp;postID=115696219044901872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/115696219044901872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/115696219044901872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-pushed-fast-forward.html' title='Who pushed Fast Forward'/><author><name>Paul W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07145706957740375382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15602493.post-115688633657957751</id><published>2006-08-29T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:18:56.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Finance 101</title><content type='html'>Over the years, my wife and I have gotten better at working together on our finances, but still can always improve.  I'm the biggest part of the problem.  I'm an anal-retentive CPA type that can't give up too much control.  I've recently gotten to the point where I do as much of our banking, bills, etc. on the internet.  It is convenient and both of us can keep tabs on the bank account, even when I'm half-way around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Heidi mentioned that she had used the debit card for a Wal-Mart run.  I asked for the receipt.  She said...."wait....you don't get a receipt from the Mortgage Co., Phone Co., etc. that you do on-line billing with....besides, you can check the bank account tomorrow and get the exact amount......you have to choose....either the old-fashioned paper-receipt world or the modern internet world"....  I persisted......"but, I get an e-mail from them telling me the details".....and here is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From: Heidi Woolard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sent: Tuesday, August 29, 2006 7:26 AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To: Woolard, Paul E.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Subject: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your debit card has been charged 93 dollars and some odd cents for the following things at Wal-Mart:&lt;br /&gt;First one thing&lt;br /&gt;And then another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;She won!  (But did later gave me the receipt....thank goodness......).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15602493-115688633657957751?l=woolard66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/feeds/115688633657957751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15602493&amp;postID=115688633657957751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/115688633657957751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/115688633657957751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/2006/08/marital-finance-101.html' title='Marital Finance 101'/><author><name>Paul W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07145706957740375382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15602493.post-114968633618231155</id><published>2006-06-07T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:18:56.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Got A Way</title><content type='html'>Thank-you to Mike Cope for this reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.preachermike.com/"&gt;http://www.preachermike.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, Heidi and I fit the description.....with two very socially active kids, ball schedules, my work travel, etc., etc., etc. we can sometimes slip into a near "marital coma" and lose sight of each other.  Never in a hateful, negative way.....we ALWAYS remain kind and appreciative of each other's efforts (she of course, better at this than I....but, hey, we are talking about a man and a woman here.....).  But rather, just a numbness, and maybe somewhat of a thinking that "hey...we only have x number of years before the kids are out of the house and then we can have time together, alone!"  But we both have seen how this can be a dangerous trade-off.....having known people who always put-off doing the right things for themselves as a couple waiting for that day in the future, only to have illness, or even loss take that away at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to get time away as a couple to revitalize ourselves and our marriage, but for a variety of reasons, have not been able to make this a routine.  As the kids get older, we at least can now go out for a movie/dinner with some regularity without needing to arrange for sitters, etc.  This has been a blessing.  We are taking walks together, both to try to get a bit healthier, but equally to have at least those few minutes of time to debrief at the end of the day.  This is a blessing.  We talk on the phone/e-mail throughout the day to keep tabs on each other and who is going where and who needs picked up when.  This is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this has made me remember back to the early days of our relationship.  Back when we sent song lyrics to each other.  We were big Billy Joel fans back in the day......and this is one of the songs that makes me think of what Heidi means to me.  After 19 years of marriage, she's not only Still the One, but also Still has a Way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's Got A Way&lt;a href="http://www.billyjoel.com/discography/disco_05.html" target="_self"&gt;Songs In The Attic Released: 1981&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a way about her&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I can't live without her&lt;br /&gt;She's got a way of pleasin'&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway&lt;br /&gt;She's got a smile that heals me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it is&lt;br /&gt;But I have to laugh when she reveals me&lt;br /&gt;She's got a way of talkin'&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it is&lt;br /&gt;But it lifts me up when we are walkin' anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes to me when I'm feelin' down&lt;br /&gt;Inspires me without a sound&lt;br /&gt;She touches me and I get turned around&lt;br /&gt;She's got a way of showin'&lt;br /&gt;How I make her feel&lt;br /&gt;And I find the strength to keep on goin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a light around her&lt;br /&gt;And ev'rywhere she goes&lt;br /&gt;A million dreams of love surround her ev'rywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes to me when I'm feelin' down&lt;br /&gt;Inspires me without a sound&lt;br /&gt;She touches me and I get turned around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a smile that heals me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it is&lt;br /&gt;But I have to laugh when she reveals me&lt;br /&gt;She's got a way about her&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I can't live without her anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15602493-114968633618231155?l=woolard66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/feeds/114968633618231155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15602493&amp;postID=114968633618231155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/114968633618231155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/114968633618231155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/2006/06/shes-got-way.html' title='She&apos;s Got A Way'/><author><name>Paul W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07145706957740375382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15602493.post-114653283516736204</id><published>2006-05-01T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:20:35.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/707/1600/dcp_0685a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/707/320/dcp_0685a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/707/1600/dcp_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/707/320/dcp_0689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just testing to see how to upload some pictures.  The first is of Kayla with our favorite family Doctor.  The second is of Blake with his new found favorite hobby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15602493-114653283516736204?l=woolard66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/feeds/114653283516736204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15602493&amp;postID=114653283516736204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/114653283516736204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/114653283516736204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/2006/05/trying-pictures.html' title='Trying pictures'/><author><name>Paul W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07145706957740375382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15602493.post-113608237075518258</id><published>2005-12-31T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:26:10.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five things</title><content type='html'>And to keep up....The five things I heard too often in 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honey, will you help me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honey, my Mom is coming over today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dad, Dad, Dad.......get off me, you're too fat, I can't move you......(when wrestling with my son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dad, I "need" new........  (my daughter learning the fine difference between needs and wants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Owner Man....I dislike you far more than you will ever realize (what I know that Boomer our way too fat cat is saying to me all the time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15602493-113608237075518258?l=woolard66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/feeds/113608237075518258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15602493&amp;postID=113608237075518258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/113608237075518258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/113608237075518258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/2005/12/five-things.html' title='Five things'/><author><name>Paul W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07145706957740375382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15602493.post-113599968445624944</id><published>2005-12-30T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:28:04.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my League at Best Buy</title><content type='html'>My wife and I have made several trips to Best Buy this month for Christmas shopping for the kids and then using some our Christmas gift money to buy a few things for us.  We have decided that we have surpassed the age appropriateness for entering Best Buy due to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To avoid a heart attack from the chest vibrations, Paul immediately must run to the back of the store to turn off the sub-wooferdoorefer thingy that some #$##%#@ teenager has turned on as loud as possible and then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It takes only 2 minutes to realize finding what you need in this arena will be impossible without seeking the aid of a ^&amp;%^%$&amp;amp;^ teenager that seems to speak another language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you ask the &amp;*^%%&amp;amp;*% teenager in the CD section for Hillary Duff's latest for your 11 year old daughter and with a completely straight face the &amp;^%$$%^&amp;amp; teenager asks, "is this for you, sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After composing yourself, you tell &amp;%%$ teenager that "No, I am a few decades back in musical taste such as the Beatles and Rolling Stones....you know pot-smoking music" (I didn't inhale.....just kidding, I can honestly say I wouldn't know what to do with a joint if one was handed to me.....) and the kid asks, "who are they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As soon as we leave the store, Heidi immediately opens her purse to frantically find and take a prescription strength pain killer for migraines, and looks at me and asks if her eye is twitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss Fisher Price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15602493-113599968445624944?l=woolard66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/feeds/113599968445624944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15602493&amp;postID=113599968445624944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/113599968445624944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/113599968445624944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/2005/12/out-of-my-league-at-best-buy.html' title='Out of my League at Best Buy'/><author><name>Paul W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07145706957740375382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15602493.post-113591608679393949</id><published>2005-12-29T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:14:46.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinkin Ahead</title><content type='html'>Seeing that a few of the blogs that I frequent have started some lists, here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd things I do (you really don't have time for all these...):&lt;br /&gt;1. I save every credit card receipt and religiously match them to the statement at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Related to #1, I sometimes trim the receipts before folding and putting in my wallet using the straight edge of my credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I call an adding machine a "footer"....dates back to first day on the job as an auditor in Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I tought our kids to eat Peanut Butter with their sryup on their pancakes and waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will eat Ranch dressing with just about any other food item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do in 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch less TV&lt;br /&gt;2. Read more (Bible, Classics, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pray with my wife as a matter of routine&lt;br /&gt;4. Talk to my kids about their relationship with God and Jesus&lt;br /&gt;5. Not get stressed about a big job change that it looks like I will make with my company&lt;br /&gt;6. Get serious about finding ways to involve our family in helping those less fortunate than us&lt;br /&gt;7. Get back to planning weekends away for my wife and I every 3-4 months&lt;br /&gt;8. Have friends to our house more often&lt;br /&gt;9. Walk the dog more....she is 7ish now, may not be able to do this much longer&lt;br /&gt;10. Either tame my crackberry habit, or seek professional help&lt;br /&gt;11. Get back to running and get back in shape after taking 3 months off after the Marathon&lt;br /&gt;12. Lose 15 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;13. Take ballroom dancing lessons with my wife&lt;br /&gt;14. Take the kids to visit Harding&lt;br /&gt;15. Turn 40 gracefully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15602493-113591608679393949?l=woolard66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/feeds/113591608679393949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15602493&amp;postID=113591608679393949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/113591608679393949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/113591608679393949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/2005/12/thinkin-ahead.html' title='Thinkin Ahead'/><author><name>Paul W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07145706957740375382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15602493.post-112450666774206862</id><published>2005-08-19T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:57:47.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating out with heathens</title><content type='html'>Will try my hand at an actual post.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just returned from an interesting experience.  We were having a late family dinner in a local, fairly popular restaurant.  Half-way through, a large group of loud, rude, swearing teenagers from one of the local private schools (will leave the religious affiliation out.....really doesn't matter as could have been from any school) filled the place and quickly ended our quiet dinner.  Another patron actually confronted the group nearest us pleading that they refrain from the poor language.  The kids found this amusing.  They were all over the place.  Moving from table to table, etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left, we did share our thoughts with the manager (an alumnus of this private school) who did apologize, but really didn't though.  Just made excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now our 14 year old son is going to get a very stern warning tonight (he wasn't along) that he had best never, ever, ever be party to the behavior that we saw tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for the days of Mayberry and Sheriff Taylor.  This wouldn't have happened in his town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15602493-112450666774206862?l=woolard66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/feeds/112450666774206862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15602493&amp;postID=112450666774206862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/112450666774206862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15602493/posts/default/112450666774206862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woolard66.blogspot.com/2005/08/eating-out-with-heathens.html' title='Eating out with heathens'/><author><name>Paul W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07145706957740375382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
