<?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-11176849</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:45:31.638-08:00</updated><category term='Hinckley'/><title type='text'>Nothing But Possibilities</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nothing But Possibilities" is a phrase that has two interpretations. First, hope:  The world holds endless possibilities and opportunities for everyone. Second, sobering:  Those opportunities will remain only possibilities if I don't go after them. Cheesy? Maybe, but don't knock my source of inspiration... Speaking of inspiration, my blog does not presume to be such a source, but instead, a repository of notes, mutterings and partially coherent thoughts which I happen to log from time to time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-6647603531019187451</id><published>2011-07-25T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:35:57.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I climbed Mt Lincoln...all 14,286 feet of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPmGYxr-09Y/Ti5SNXA9EfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XiW7NLmokZs/s1600/July%2B2011%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPmGYxr-09Y/Ti5SNXA9EfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XiW7NLmokZs/s400/July%2B2011%2B047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633530573356863986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, actually I only climbed about 2,000 feet of it since we started at about 12,000 ft.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful "14er" experience in Colorado this weekend as Mt. Lincoln (and Cameron) was easily conquered.  The air is certainly thinner up there than us "low-landers" are used to, but I wheezed my way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my hiking buddies, Mark and Liz.  Mark even had a plum for me at the summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice however to be back at home with full sea-level atmospheric pressure bearing down on me and pushing more air into my lungs.  Thanks additional atmospheric elevation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-6647603531019187451?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6647603531019187451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=6647603531019187451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/6647603531019187451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/6647603531019187451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-climbed-mt-lincolnall-14286-feet-of.html' title='I climbed Mt Lincoln...all 14,286 feet of it'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPmGYxr-09Y/Ti5SNXA9EfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XiW7NLmokZs/s72-c/July%2B2011%2B047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-4762028161585295389</id><published>2009-11-20T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:22:22.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hinckley'/><title type='text'>President Hinckley Passing -- My Thoughts at the Time</title><content type='html'>****I realized that I never published this post for some reason almost 2 years ago.  I thought I would go ahead and put it up, even though it has been so long.  Did I mention that I loved President Hinckley?****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally written February 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe he was a true prophet but it didn't hurt that he was a genius, too."&lt;br /&gt;Elder Marlin K. Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there have been many eulogies written for President Hinckley since his death a few weeks ago, but I thought I would write down a few thoughts of my own.  I have been surprised at my own emotional response to his passing.  I think just about every member of the church sensed what a special prophet and leader he was.  He definitely left his mark on the church, nation and world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the Sherry Dew's biography of President Hinckley about 6 years ago and I don't think I have ever been so thoroughly inspired by a book.   In some ways his life was so ordinary, but he humbly transcended his simple roots to be the most important and inspirational leader I have ever personally followed.  His good nature and sense of humor allowed him to teach me that life is tough sometimes, but accepting that truth, there is always something positive to be accentuated and to be grateful for.  He believed deeply in simple, true principles of living a good life and being a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt such a personal connection to him when he spoke.  I cannot count how many times I testified to people on my mission that he was a true and living prophet of God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teaching style usually avoided the doctrinal nitty-gritty.  And yet, he was a master of wrapping the most complex doctrines of the gospel into basic principles of honest living and hard work, two hallmarks of his long and fruitful life.  Of course, he was no doctrinal or historical lightweight.  In fact, he was a scholar of church and world history.  In many ways he literally "wrote the book" on how the modern church sees itself historically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he died, I cried as I read some of the online published accounts of his life.  Not really because I am sad, although I do feel like I have lost a close personal friend.  He left a huge, indelible mark on my spiritual identity that I will cherish forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-4762028161585295389?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4762028161585295389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=4762028161585295389' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/4762028161585295389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/4762028161585295389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2008/02/president-hinckley-passing-my-thoughts.html' title='President Hinckley Passing -- My Thoughts at the Time'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-8429859652116837245</id><published>2009-06-29T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:25:17.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much Response....Probably Because I'm Such a Cruel Human Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/SkmTX_vESFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2HCaaYWHx2k/s1600-h/ivan-screams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/SkmTX_vESFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2HCaaYWHx2k/s200/ivan-screams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352971672561666130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by the response to my last post that the collective Internet community of bloggers let out a joyful cry when the news came out that I would be updating my blog more frequently. (Sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, like I always tell my wife when I think she is being overly sensitive: "Nobody cares!"  I'm usually wrong, she reminds me because SHE cares.  However, in this case it turns out that I am right because apparently not even she gives a crap about what I am writing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I shared in the title of this post, I probably should not be surprised by my lack of readership.  After all, I am one mean son of a gun.  As I type, both of my children are screaming out in emotional agony from their bedrooms, just begging their Mommy or Daddy to come in an snuggle them to sleep.  Actually, Max is crying, "I want Daddy!" right now.  A few years ago, that little trick worked really well on me, but I have become so hardened and emotionally calloused to the screaming and crying that I am just going to continue to type without so much as batting an eye.  I do love them however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whoever is reading this, try to look past the crusty exterior.  I am a nice person on the inside...really, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-8429859652116837245?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8429859652116837245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=8429859652116837245' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/8429859652116837245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/8429859652116837245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-much-responseprobably-because-im.html' title='Not Much Response....Probably Because I&apos;m Such a Cruel Human Being'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/SkmTX_vESFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2HCaaYWHx2k/s72-c/ivan-screams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-2452062822821642830</id><published>2009-06-20T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:51:23.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Era Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/Sj8aYWyEHcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/16FfI_qdXA8/s1600-h/facebook.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/Sj8aYWyEHcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/16FfI_qdXA8/s200/facebook.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350023888074186178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am letting you all know that I have turned over a new leaf and reset the clock.  In other words, I am starting out fresh.  My blogging reliability has been suspect but here is my pledge: You can expect more frequent posts from me on my blog.  Note that for the record, I didn't promise any sort of depth or substance to those posts, just higher frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since it seems like this whole Internet thing just isn't "going away" like I thought it would, I have decided to ally myself with the enemy and join Facebook.  If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!  The main reason is I want more friends than my wife.  So please help me out and be my friend, if not for friendship's sake, than for the sake of a good old fashioned rivalry between a husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump on the bandwagon!  In a little over a day, I already have almost 50 friends.  Help me keep up the pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-2452062822821642830?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2452062822821642830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=2452062822821642830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/2452062822821642830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/2452062822821642830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-era-begins.html' title='A New Era Begins...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/Sj8aYWyEHcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/16FfI_qdXA8/s72-c/facebook.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-561406465623530547</id><published>2008-12-21T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:11:10.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furnace Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/SU7alNB6yMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vfw7xOL7Le4/s1600-h/Motor+Board+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/SU7alNB6yMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vfw7xOL7Le4/s400/Motor+Board+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282399745639893186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/SU7aZd4ilpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_sKmA4YRaOM/s1600-h/Motor+Board+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/SU7aZd4ilpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_sKmA4YRaOM/s320/Motor+Board+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282399544005531282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the burned out circuit board I found on my furnace this morning.  It is cold today and we are getting record amounts of snowfall.  What a day for my furnace to go out on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately we were able to supplement our single space heater by stealing one from our nice neighbors (who are out of the country right now) and we have a gas fireplace so we are not freezing, but I gotta do something about my furnace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-561406465623530547?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/561406465623530547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=561406465623530547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/561406465623530547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/561406465623530547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2008/12/furnace-problems.html' title='Furnace Problems'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooq8raohThs/SU7alNB6yMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vfw7xOL7Le4/s72-c/Motor+Board+%232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-682731638517383098</id><published>2008-02-17T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:07:34.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Speeding Bullet</title><content type='html'>Sorry this took so long to post.  On February 2, 2008, we had the opportunity to go over to the University of Washington to watch Drew run in the Husky Invitational Indoor Track Meet.  Drew represented the BYU Cougars well and ran a 1:52:80, which wasn't quite as fast as he wanted but was still a very impressive showing.  Sorry the video is a little shaky, I was trying to zoom so you could see Drew which makes little tiny hand movements seem like earthquakes.  Plus, I was standing on some bleachers on my tip toes  trying to get the camera up high enough to get a good vantage point.  Basically, I am preempting the complaints I will receive for my shoddy camera work by saying "Get over it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Goose and go Cougs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qRKNTHju9Fs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qRKNTHju9Fs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-682731638517383098?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/682731638517383098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=682731638517383098' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/682731638517383098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/682731638517383098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2008/02/like-speeding-bullet.html' title='Like a Speeding Bullet'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-5156225585333241649</id><published>2007-10-15T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T06:13:56.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How I Feel.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/RxNlJpIOzHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jr_qTEfox2Q/s1600-h/Picture+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121548417583991922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/RxNlJpIOzHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jr_qTEfox2Q/s320/Picture+48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/RxNkwpIOzGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2cTjwBVH6Vk/s1600-h/Picture+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you are either visually impaired or just couldn't tell from looking at the picture (in which case you probably have some kind of social disorder), I am very excited about the news we got this week that we will be having a baby girl in February. I had a feeling that it would be a girl, but I think it had less to do with father's intuition than it did with just kind of wanting a little girl as well as getting lucky with the favorable 50-50 odds.&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;We thought Max was going to be a girl for about 3 weeks and it was amazing to me what a psychological shift had to take place once we found out that he was a boy. We were excited about a boy, but there was a little disappointment that our hopes of a girl would have to wait. I think we are pretty sure this time but I guess you never really know until they are in you arms. Max is going to be a very cute big brother, but it is hard for Dana and I to imagine how we will have the capacity to love another baby as much as we love Max. I'm sure we will find a way!&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;She looks incredibly cute on her ultrasound pictures.&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/11176849-5156225585333241649?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5156225585333241649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=5156225585333241649' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/5156225585333241649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/5156225585333241649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-how-i-feel.html' title='This Is How I Feel.....'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/RxNlJpIOzHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jr_qTEfox2Q/s72-c/Picture+48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-3312023226437353611</id><published>2007-09-24T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:18:41.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Longer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"How much longer, Dad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"About 2 hours, Son."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So annoying...but I see myself doing the same thing to my own kids someday. It doesn't matter where you are, you are two hours from where you are trying to get. Two hours is long enough to be in agony (especially if you really gotta go!), but short enough to think that you might be able to make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/RvewmpIOzFI/AAAAAAAAADw/o7JBVLzpams/s1600-h/Outdoor-Clock-10842BK-1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113750079824383058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/RvewmpIOzFI/AAAAAAAAADw/o7JBVLzpams/s320/Outdoor-Clock-10842BK-1831.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just as I began to understand under the careful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tutelage&lt;/span&gt; of my loving father in the above example, I think everybody eventually comes to this simple realization in their life: Time is a funny thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time's rate of progression seems to be directly relative to our own state of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We all know that it flies by when you are having fun. Conversely, it seems to drag on forever when you are bored out of your mind or stuck doing something you do not want to do. One cold, hard fact remains. Time is a finite, limited resource; and therefore subject to the laws of scarcity. That is why we can never get enough of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have always been a poor judge of how long it is going to take me to accomplish a given task, and yet I never seem to learn how bad my estimates are. I like to challenge myself sometimes when I have a list of jobs to accomplish. "I will do a, b, c, &amp;amp; d in the next hour and twenty minutes." Usually at the end of the allotted time, I have gotten through the first half of a and thought about d, or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I started painting my house well over a month ago, I estimated I could finish it in a solid week's worth of effort. Oh, how wrong I was! As of tonight, it is still a work in progress. It is "progressing", mind you, but at a snail's pace. I still have over half of the trim in all the hard places to do! I have been thinking in my mind that I will finish by the end of the week, but I have a feeling that is just another one of those self-delusions I am talking about (note: it hasn't helped that I have been sick for a couple weeks now, which I am just getting over. That has sapped my normally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vigorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; work ethic a bit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We like to try and plan our lives out for the future, but invariably, our plans are way more ambitious than anything in our pasts would indicate is actually achievable. But we never seem to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In college, my graduate advisor helped me understand this principle of time management. He told me to make my most wild estimates about the time it would take me to complete all the tasks I planned out for my graduate work, trying to envision all that possibly, conceivably go wrong in the process. Then take that number and double or triple it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When it came down to it, the actual time spent was more like quadruple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This whole discussion boils down to this simple point: Stuff takes way longer than you think it is going to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've learned that in my heart, but yet I can never seem to learn it in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-3312023226437353611?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3312023226437353611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=3312023226437353611' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/3312023226437353611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/3312023226437353611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-much-longer.html' title='How Much Longer?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/RvewmpIOzFI/AAAAAAAAADw/o7JBVLzpams/s72-c/Outdoor-Clock-10842BK-1831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-1465039390773844097</id><published>2007-06-27T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:53:22.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can't Take the Heat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://earthobservatory.nasa.gov/Study/LakeMead/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: I began this post immediately after returning from vacation at the beginning of July, but never finished it until now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't take the heat!&lt;/p&gt;I remember as a child, I took a trip with my Dad to Arizona. I think it was some sort of business trip and I got to go with him in the summertime. I remember staying and Granny and Bopa's and visiting the Rustands and that is about it. I also distinctly remember at one point complaining profusely about how hot I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad responded "Ty, you just don't do well in the heat," so matter-of-factly that I was instantly convinced of the statement's truth . I had learned something important about my self that day: I don't do well in the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.birdwatchersdigest.com/blog/uploaded_images/AntHillLasVegas-718388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 454px; CURSOR: pointer" height="325" alt="" src="http://www.birdwatchersdigest.com/blog/uploaded_images/AntHillLasVegas-718388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first day of our vacation this summer, which commenced in the Southern Nevada desert and took us eventually to the arid regions of the Arizona highlands, I became incredibly dehydrated by the end of the first day. I got a "dehydration headache" that I couldn't seem to shake no matter how much water I drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I asked Jeff for a medical explanation of my throbbing head woes. Why didn't pounding lots of fluids make it go away? He tried nobly to provide a plausible answer, but I didn't feel totally satisfied... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not used to the kind of place where you are almost constantly sweating. I don't have enough time in my day to be constantly worrying about drinking enough fluids. I think after a few days in Iron Springs, I got a little more used to the hot weather. But I was about to experience a step change of heat intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we headed for fabulous Las Vegas. During the days, the temperature averaged around 100 to 105 degrees F. That bugged me whenever we were outside for very long, except when we were in the pool. That is perfect swimming weather. The day we left Las Vegas (July 4th) it got up to 116. That is too hot for human habitation in my opinion. I watched this Mexican dude mow a lawn at midday with a hooded black sweatshirt and heavy jeans on. I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine that we were excited to get back to our very moderate Western Washington weather, but a few days after we got back, the temperature got up to the upper 90's for a few days in a row. That is a big deal for us because we don't have air conditioning. I got home from work one day and it was 93 degrees in the house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, things have cooled off to very comfortable mid to high 70's during the days lately. That is just right for me. Dana says that she used to be just fine in the hot weather, but since she married me she has gone soft. Now she has just as much trouble as me in the heat...well, almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-1465039390773844097?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1465039390773844097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=1465039390773844097' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/1465039390773844097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/1465039390773844097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-cant-take-heat.html' title='If You Can&apos;t Take the Heat...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-4413343527569761781</id><published>2007-05-16T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:50:55.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Needo for Speedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/Rk0odvaT27I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqfpXH_Ba-4/s1600-h/baggy+suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As many of you know, my lovely wife and I will soon be competing in a grueling "sprint" triathlon. That is sort of an inappropriate name in my view because there will certainly not be much sprinting going on during the race. Just so you know what we are up against it goes like this: 1/4 mile swim, 15 mile bike, 3 mile run. Easy enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/Rk0odvaT27I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqfpXH_Ba-4/s1600-h/baggy+suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065749647269813170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="250" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/Rk0odvaT27I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqfpXH_Ba-4/s320/baggy+suit.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As part of our training efforts we have found ourselves in a pool, trying to propel our bodies forward through the water, endlessly pushing against the relentless pull of aerodynamic drag (in the water). As a man, society has forced me to wear a "baggy" swimming suit to conform to a standard of modern-day hipness (i.e. it is disgusting for men to show their legs above the knee, apparently).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, speaking of aerodynamic drag and men's swimming suits, I was experiencing a lot of it, but it just felt normal to me. I have lived with it my whole life. Well, all of my life except for a few years when I was on the swim team, but those memories are dim to me now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/Rk0uSPaT28I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FfEZHvO2z0o/s1600-h/speedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065756046771084226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/Rk0uSPaT28I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FfEZHvO2z0o/s320/speedo.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As we have been gearing up for the triathlon, I was trying to get ready for the idea of wearing a speedo (brief style) for the race. I just couldn't get excited about it. I pictured myself as Ben Stiller in "Meet the Parents", timidly approaching the starting line, unable to relax because I would basically be out in public in essentially "nothing but my skivvies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Basically, I knew nothing about the incredible array of men's swimming products Speedo manufactures. I knew nothing of the concept of the "jammer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As you have probably guessed, I purchased a jammer for myself. Dana and I also both purchased $2 swim caps. I am now confident in my swim attire. I am lightning fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/Rk0we_aT29I/AAAAAAAAAAc/j7Jw3W6SZio/s1600-h/Jammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065758464837671890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/Rk0we_aT29I/AAAAAAAAAAc/j7Jw3W6SZio/s320/Jammer.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last week was the first time we went swimming with my new suit. It was like a new door had been opened. It was like a heavy load had been lifted. I felt my body slicing through the water at incredible speeds that until recently had been unattainable. In engineering terms, I had significantly reduced my drag coefficient. In triathlon terms, I was flying through the water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Drag in the study of fluid flow is one of those things that lives completely up to it's name: it is nothing but a drain on the system; a severe hit to efficient use of your body's precious energy resources. While you can never eliminate drag completely, these days legions of engineers and scientists devote tremendous amounts of time, money and effort to eke out incremental reductions in drag for everything from swimming attire to automobiles to bridge supports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Whoever designed my "jammer" did a heck of a job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-4413343527569761781?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4413343527569761781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=4413343527569761781' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/4413343527569761781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/4413343527569761781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2007/05/needo-for-speedo.html' title='The Needo for Speedo'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ooq8raohThs/Rk0odvaT27I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqfpXH_Ba-4/s72-c/baggy+suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-2486768187483387986</id><published>2007-02-17T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:35:32.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew Running the 800 meter at U of WA</title><content type='html'>This is Drew Foster heroically running the 800 meter at Dempsey Indoor at the University of Washington on February 10, 2007. Present in the audience are his wife Kristen, his nephew Max, his brother Tyler and his sister-in-law Danalin. His official time was 1:55:52; not what he had wanted, but still pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eY2Pclh9G38"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eY2Pclh9G38" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-2486768187483387986?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2486768187483387986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=2486768187483387986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/2486768187483387986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/2486768187483387986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2007/02/drew-running-800-meter-at-u-of-wa.html' title='Drew Running the 800 meter at U of WA'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-116652333718893105</id><published>2006-12-19T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:58:21.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Created at 1:13 AM by an Opinionated Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello everyone...it's 1:13 AM and I am as wide awake as I have ever been.  It could be that my sleeping schedule became incoveniently impaired by a week of sleeping alone without my lovely wife while I was at training in SLC.  It could be that we are currently staying with Dana's parents in Las Vegas and although the bed provided by our gracious hosts in inarguably comfortable (can you say "eggshell comforter?") , a fundamental truth of the world is this:  ain't no bed like your own bed.  It could also be that my mind is stressfully preoccupied with concerns that Mark won't like my Christmas present or that Adam won't get me a Christmas present, or that Dad won't buy me the X-Box 360 he promised me. It could be any number of other things,  but this fact remains: I'm wide awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to do something useful with my time and got up to read for a while.  Often that will put me out fast, but tonight it doesn't seem to be working.  As I read, I came across a word with which I was vaguely familiar, but I decided to look it up on the Internet.  The word was ecumenism.  As I learned, the definition is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a movement promoting union between religions (especially between Christian churches)&lt;br /&gt;2. (Christianity) the doctrine of the ecumenical movement that promotes cooperation and better understanding between religious denominations: aimed at universal Christian unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting word, no doubt.  It also has very slight relevance to a topic that I was pondering as I attempted sleep.  That topic is summed up very well by the following demotivator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;  Demotivators are another fundamental truth of the world in my mind.  I believe Megan posted this particular demotivator on her blog at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.despair.com/products/demotivators/compromise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.despair.com/products/demotivators/compromise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I, like all of you, have various ideas and opinions about life and the world that have all been derived from a combination of my upbringing, my own life-experience, my inherent personality and soul as well as a broad host of other factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the world is a big place and as amazing as it seems to me and as it may seem to you, there are a lot of people out there that probably disagree with just about every opinion and point-of-view I possess or hold dear.  Someone, in fact lots of people think I am an idiot.  Because of my opinions and beliefs, I'm sure there are those who think I am naive, uninformed, a hypocrite, a loser, a moron, a bigot...in short dead wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, believe that all of these people are themselves complete joker-fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are a few people who would agree with many if not all of my opinions.  I'd also like to hope that with most people out there I could probably find some common ground.  Some instances of belief that we might share.  I think that the more you get to know any person or culture, the less bizarre ideas seem that before seemed completely indefensible and insane.  That doesn't change the fact that they may hate your guts, it just makes it a little more understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to me how two people, who could both be considered to be rational, logical and thoughtful can both come to completely opposite conclusions based on a viewing of the exact same data.  People are different to the core.  People, including me, are also unknownly biased,  tragically misinformed,  hopelessly uninformed and pathetically apathetic.  I guess the simple fact is that complete objectivity is impossible.  Subjectivity is a part of being human.  I guess some would consider Nature to be purely objective, but that is another discussion...  My point for now is that diversity in this mortal and transient world is inescapable and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversity of thought and belief and opinion is a beautiful thing, in my opinion an outgrowth of divinely appointed free will.  But as beautiful as it may be in concept, it certainly has ugly consequences in practice.  So much bitterness, hatred and violence stem from the clashes of diverse individuals and societies.  By the same token, so much creativity and learning takes place because a person or a society is confronted with a new idea that had never before been considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with the relitivistic notion that because of the utter subjectivity of everything human, all rational ideas, opinions and worldviews are equal.  The fact is, some are most definitely superior to others, but how can a completely subjective human being judge between competing worldviews?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's easy...I'm right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-116652333718893105?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/116652333718893105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=116652333718893105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/116652333718893105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/116652333718893105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/12/post-created-at-113-am-by-opinionated.html' title='A Post Created at 1:13 AM by an Opinionated Man'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-116391539728604362</id><published>2006-11-18T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:46:33.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mangy Mug Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Ty_profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Ty"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Ty"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is here so that I can add it to my profile. I took a couple pictures and I guess this was the best one. So now when I comment on other peoples blogs, you can picture my smiling mug delivering those comments from my own mouth. Unless of course I'm hurling insults and criticisms at you, in which case your have to just imagine what my face might look like then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-116391539728604362?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/116391539728604362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=116391539728604362' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/116391539728604362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/116391539728604362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-mangy-mug-shot.html' title='My Mangy Mug Shot'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-116296732128450957</id><published>2006-11-07T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:28:41.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Buds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Dad%20and%20Son%20at%20the%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Dad%20and%20Son%20at%20the%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and I were standing on this NW Washington beach with a world of possibilities expanding in all directions around us.  Which of those possibilities will we reach out for, grasp onto and clutch to our chests?  Which ones will slip through our fingers?  Which ones will we never even know were there?  Max and I both have a lot of living to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wimpy little waves were rolling in off of the straits of Juan de Fuca and I was just glad that I have such a wonderful family. My predecessors, my contemporaries and my progeny are all just about the greatest people I can imagine.  I am a product of those spectacular people more than I am a creation of my own making.  I hope I am an end product that is worth something.  I guess I convinced my wife that it had some pretty good value.  I hope she doesn't feel ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I pledge to be more active on the blogs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-116296732128450957?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/116296732128450957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=116296732128450957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/116296732128450957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/116296732128450957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/11/beach-buds.html' title='Beach Buds'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-115541099586771680</id><published>2006-08-12T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:34:07.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smell of Saturday</title><content type='html'>It is Saturday and I am not at work today. This week was the first time in almost 2 months that I had to go to 5 days of work in a row. Can you believe the injustice?!! I just walked outside into a sunny, Pacific Northwest early afternoon and I could smell it in the air...Saturday. I have been able to smell it for as long as I can remember. When I was a youngster in Missouri, it was the smell of freshly cut grass, of soccer games, of no responsibilities, of freedom. It is hard to describe, but it is real. I used to wonder how it was possible, but now I just enjoy the sweet scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-115541099586771680?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/115541099586771680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=115541099586771680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/115541099586771680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/115541099586771680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/08/smell-of-saturday.html' title='The Smell of Saturday'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-115069304408531636</id><published>2006-06-18T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:59:28.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Max%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Max%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Note%20the%20receding%20hairline%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Note%20the%20receding%20hairline%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, everyone! No deep thoughts tonight, just musings about my first Fathers day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my little family so much. I am so lucky to have such a beautiful, sweet wife, who has the golden heart of a loving mother. She is such an inspiration to me and I continually seem to learn about the finer sides of life from her. I look back on the type of person I was before I met her and I can see that in just a year and a half of marriage, I have slowly morphed into a different and better person. I still have a long way to go, but under the expert tutelage of my lovely wife, I know that I am on the right path!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, onto my son...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is such a sweet little baby. He is chunking up like a champ, as you can tell from the above picture. The other picture is a favorite of his parents because it was taken right after one of his baths. He &lt;strong&gt;hated&lt;/strong&gt; his baths for the first few weeks of his life, but he loves them now, and they always seem to calm him down. As I have said before, I can tell that Max is such an important person, who holds so much potential for good in the world. I feel a heavy responsiblity on my broad shoulders to be this little guy's father. He is so dependent on us and we love him so much. "All you need is love," right? I'm sure there are other important ingredients as well, but love seems like a pretty good starting point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-115069304408531636?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/115069304408531636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=115069304408531636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/115069304408531636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/115069304408531636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/06/1st-fathers-day.html' title='1st Fathers Day'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-114940119720474397</id><published>2006-06-03T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:06:37.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps Towards Changing the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Max%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Max%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is one cute, dapper little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for not providing you with the pleasure of reading about my thoughts and feelings for almost a month.  Who am I kidding?  As I always tell Dana: "Nobody cares!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a whirlwind month for us.  As with any defining moment in life, the duration of that moment can usually be described as at once both ploddingly slow and screamingly fast.  I can't believe that Max has only been in our arms for only about four weeks as it is hard to remember anything before he came along, but at the same time it seems like he is growing so fast that we cannot keep up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such an alert baby.  Sure, he sleeps his fair share, but he is awake more than I thought a few-week-old baby would be.  He has started to acquire some useful head and neck skills (next come the computer hacking and bowstaff skills...).  Sometimes, when I hold him against my chest, he will purposefully put his head back and just look up into my eyes, like he is trying to figure out who I am on the inside.  By that I mean he knows that I am his dad, but he seems to be searching my heart and soul for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so small and so helpless.  Yet, it is babies like Max that hold endless potential for powerful good in the future world.  How badly the world needs good people to influence it.  I hope I can teach him and inspire him and guide him so that he can make the most out of all that potential he has wrapped up inside that little brain and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out world, we have unleashed Max upon you.  Evil and corruption will be vanquished!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, maybe he should start by working on basic motor and speech skills and accurately controlling his extremities first.  Then he can move on to changing the world.  Baby steps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-114940119720474397?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/114940119720474397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=114940119720474397' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114940119720474397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114940119720474397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby-steps-towards-changing-world.html' title='Baby Steps Towards Changing the World'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-114679453322448396</id><published>2006-05-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:15:24.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out For Internet Scam Artists!!!</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, we are trying to sell our 2004 Hyundai Sonata. So far, we have had a few people express interest and ask questions, but at present we still own it. This weekend, the most promising potential buyers yet are coming to check it out, we hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week, I had an interesting email exchange with another potential buyers that I thought I would share with you all. This guy was so slick I almost fell for it! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Original Email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Mr john&lt;br /&gt;E-mail Address: &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:ljsnoop2@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;ljsnoop2@yahoo.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Number: 2348052624951&lt;br /&gt;Best Time to Contact: Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message:Attn,your vehicle meets with the specifications of a client werepresent,but with a bid of $13,000 so if that is agreeable by you thennotify meif there is any mechanical defaults whatsoever,so that we cantransact.thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My Reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. John,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sonata is still for sale. There are no mechanical problems with the car, it is very clean and it has been very well maintained. We are asking $13,500 at this point, but are willing to consider other offers. We live in Silverdale, WA. Would you like to see the car? Please reply or give me a call at (360) 447-0799.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;His Reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attn ,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the email, I have forwarded your vehicle information to my client and after evaluation and due to time constraint on the fact that we are running short of time , i am delighted to tell you that my client has commended your vehicle and he has instructed me to carry on with this transaction, he also instructed me to inform you that payment will get to you in a cashier check of $25,500, which is a refund payment of a cancelled order earlier made by my client. Due to company policy this check has to be made out in this amount to you, because company policy only allows a refund payment on one cashier cheque. So you are required to deduct the cost of your vehicle $13,500 when payment gets to you and refund balance $12,000 to the shipper for him to be able to offset shipping &amp; tax charges, and other cosmetic repair costs. After payment has reached you and balance sent to shipper, the shipper's agent will come for inspection, pick up (of vehicle &amp;amp; signing of title&lt;br /&gt;papers), make some cosmetic touches and drive to a prepaid shipper to be shipped to my customer. Confirm this and forward your Names, Address and Phone number for payment to be made to you as soon as possible. Your honesty, understanding and co-operation will be highly appreciated. Have a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;Best regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My Reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forwarded your email to the FBI Internet Fraud Division. Have fun with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;His Reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr i think you are alright,this is a business an why do you hav to bring in FBI SO YOU THINK AM A SCAMMER,ANYWAY IS NOT YOUR FAULT IT'IS ME WHO SHOW INTEREST IN BUYING YOUR CAR OK.IF YOU STILL WANT TO SELL YOU CAN CONTACT ME.BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write back to him with this email: "Oh, yeah, and your English sucks!" but my wife wouldn't let me because it was too rude. She's probably right. Anyway, be careful out there, everyone is looking to rip you off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String Fellow Hawk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-114679453322448396?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/114679453322448396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=114679453322448396' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114679453322448396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114679453322448396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-out-for-internet-scam-artists.html' title='Look Out For Internet Scam Artists!!!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-114637661343292277</id><published>2006-04-29T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:05:53.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United 93</title><content type='html'>We went and saw a remarkable movie today...United 93. The movie is an incredible, straight-forward look at the mind-boggling events of Sept. 11, 2001. It is &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; well made and life-like. Some of the real people in the air traffic control and military, who participated in the chaos of that day portray themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chaos it was...the movie seems to capture that very well. There are no cheesy lines, stupid stunts or other Hollywoodisms and maybe that is one of the reasons it feels so true-to-life. The producers and director were meticulous in their efforts to base as much of the movie as possible on the known facts. Of course, a lot of the details of what actually took place on the airplane will always be unknown, but the way that they filled in the holes in the story seems to be a likely possibility for how the events might have played out. There is as little interpretation of the events as possible, leaving just a stand-alone and very powerful story.  The storytelling relies on a lot of jerky, hand-held camera shots that make you feel how frantic and desperate the situation must have been. There is some graphic violence that is as disturbing as I have ever seen, not only because it is so brutal, but because it &lt;strong&gt;really happened!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is emotionally chilling and gut-wrenching. It was so hard to watch some parts and yet it felt so important to me to watch those very parts. It allowed me to somehow, some way feel a slight hint of what these average and heroic everyday people went through and felt when they stared horrendous evil in the face. They were some of the first Americans to fight on the front lines of the war on terrorism and they deserve tremendous honor and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was deeply moved and affected by the whole experience as evidenced by my tears (for the record, my wife shed more than me...). Afterward, I felt more aware of my mortality and more aware of the tremendous courage and selflessness of which human-beings are capable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-114637661343292277?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/114637661343292277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=114637661343292277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114637661343292277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114637661343292277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/04/united-93.html' title='United 93'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-114637410608193620</id><published>2006-04-29T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:59:30.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiptoe Through the You-Know-Whats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, I saw some very pretty things.  It is true that I see my pretty wife every day, but in addition to that daily perk of marriage, I saw some other pretty things which are showcased below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/One%20of%20Dana"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/One%20of%20Dana%27s%20favorites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even Ty liked these tulips&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Tulips,Tulips,Tulips!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Tulips%2CTulips%2CTulips%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tulips, Tulips, Tulips!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/And%20yet%20another%20artistic%20tulip%20shot....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/And%20yet%20another%20artistic%20tulip%20shot....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pink and white tulips for everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Look,%20I"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Look%2C%20I%27m%20a%20real%20Dutchman%20with%20a%20windmill%20and%20tulips%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Look, I'm a real dutchman with a windmill and tulips!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Dana%20in%20Full%20Bloom!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Dana%20in%20Full%20Bloom%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dana in Full Bloom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In case you hadn't figured it out yet, we went to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival on Friday. Yes, we saw lots of tulips (Dana's favorite flower) and we took pictures of lots of tulips. It was pretty amazing how many tulips there were actually...more than I had ever seen in one place at one time. Those Skagit Valley folks sure know their tulips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/11176849-114637410608193620?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/114637410608193620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=114637410608193620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114637410608193620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114637410608193620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/04/tiptoe-through-you-know-whats.html' title='Tiptoe Through the You-Know-Whats'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-114550811029626628</id><published>2006-04-19T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:46:21.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna buy a car?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/Sonny%20Boy%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Sonny%20Boy%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blogging family members,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Mark's idea of having a network of family blogs. I started this blog over a year ago but I didn't really tell anyone but Dana about it. I'm not sure why, but I just didn't feel like sharing it with many people. Mark pointed out to me that it is an obvious contradiction to create a blog that you don't want anyone else to see. I am aware of that and I can't really explain my feeling, but the beauty is, I don't have to...this is my blog and I make the rules! The older I get, the more I realize that I am a man of many internal contradictions, some of which I am only slightly conscious. I'm working on myself. The important part is, I am sharing it now with anyone who cares. (is there anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I would try a little experiment on this blog and solicit financial advice from my financially-savvy family members. Here is our family (WA Fosters) situation on which I need input:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want badly to buy a house this year, but they ain't going cheap as I'm sure you all know. We own two cars and on both we are still making payments :-( I've done the math and in order to afford a house that we can be happy with, we can only afford to make payments on 1 car. I bought a bike and will be able to ride to work 3-4 times a week so that Dana and the baby will not be stranded at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some info about our current automobiles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 Honda Civic (Buster B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;payment: reasonable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remaining payments: a little more than 2 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quality: decent and reliable, but higher mileage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worth: just a little bit more than we owe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;2004 Hyundai Sonata (Sonny Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;payment: almost twice the payment on the Honda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remaining payments: a little more than 4 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quality: very nice car, very reliable, low mileage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worth: $2000 - $3000 less than we owe (i.e. we are upside-down)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our current plan is to sell the Sonata, eat the amount that we are upside-down and try to pay off the Honda in about a year and a half. At that point we could afford to buy another car and remain with one car payment. I like this plan because it involves up-front sacrifice (getting by with one car) on our part to achieve better financial positioning later on which seems to ring true to me. Unfortunately, we have been advertising the car for 3+ weeks and have had almost no responses. I'm sure we would get more responses if we dropped the price lower, but we are already asking $2100 less than we owe. We are not sure how much lower we are willing to go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any ideas about what we should do? We have a few that we are mulling over, but I would be interested to hear if any of you have any brilliant ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-114550811029626628?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/114550811029626628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=114550811029626628' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114550811029626628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114550811029626628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/04/wanna-buy-car.html' title='Wanna buy a car?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-114550510297509712</id><published>2006-04-19T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:53:26.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Humans</title><content type='html'>I just watched the last half of a show on TLC called "Super Humans." It was about a woman who was born with one of her legs severely disformed so that the doctors amputated part of it. She is now in her early 30s and has competed in the Paralympics and marathons for years. She just recently completed the Ironman Triathlon in Hawaii (2.5 mile swim, 112 mile bike, full marathon). What an incredible person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said when she was 11 years old she hated the feeling of being left out of athletics and other things because of her disability. She remembers one day she saw a woman with a prosthetic leg run by without any problems and it changed her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting part of the show came when she was talking about how often she has wondered what her life would be like if she had been born with two legs. She said she doesn't think she would trade her life now because of how her life has been colored and shaped by a "disability."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds like just a cheesy, feel-good show, and I guess it was, but I felt truly inspired. I like to think that I really know something about how harsh and cruel life can be, but the reality is that while my life does provide me with the occasional challenge or two, I know very little about pushing myself to the edge of my ability and crying out in anguish when things go horribly wrong. I hardly know anything about the real pain and agony (physical and other) that so many people endure constantly, and yet so many of them rise above. I take so much for granted and spend so much time feeling sorry for myself, when I should just go out there, quit making excuses for myself and kick some serious butt like this girl does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-114550510297509712?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/114550510297509712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=114550510297509712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114550510297509712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114550510297509712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/04/super-humans.html' title='Super Humans'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-114525088129263925</id><published>2006-04-16T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T06:34:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/1600/The%20Horizon%20of%20Possibilities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/The%20Horizon%20of%20Possibilities.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my lovely wife looking out over the beautiful Washington state coastline at sunset. The picture was taken on our "babymoon" to the coast. The concept was something she had heard about, but then I surprised her with the trip. As you can see from her beautiful belly, she has less than a month to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this picture is "The horizon of possibilities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother recently started his own blog. Here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catchingyourbreath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catching Your Breath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. He is more poetic than me so I'm sure you will enjoy his blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-114525088129263925?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/114525088129263925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=114525088129263925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114525088129263925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114525088129263925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/04/beautiful-washington.html' title='Beautiful Washington'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-114152883503575814</id><published>2006-03-04T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:25:04.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved to WA!!</title><content type='html'>Hello to all of my loyal readers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait, there aren't any of you...oh well it is just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just moved to Western Washington about a month ago and after being in a hotel for over 3 weeks, we are finally moved into an apartment. Hopefully it won't be too long until we are moving into a house of our own. This move came up kind of suddenly, but my wife and I both felt like it was the right thing to do. We had only lived in NY for a little over a year so this is a big deal to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that baby I told you about that my wife is pregnant with. Well, HE is due in just over 2 months now so we are getting really excited. My wife is at her parents house having a baby shower right now, raking in free stuff. Showers are a beautiful concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet my son.  Both of us are having a hard time comprehending how our lives will be changing very soon.  I hope I'm a great father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-114152883503575814?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/114152883503575814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=114152883503575814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114152883503575814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/114152883503575814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2006/03/moved-to-wa.html' title='Moved to WA!!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-112613838504668404</id><published>2005-09-07T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:47:19.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't written in a while...sorry.</title><content type='html'>I haven't written for a while. There is no excuse really...I just didn't. I was reading over some of the things I wrote back in February and March and it felt good to read about the thoughts I was having just 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how your consciousness and awareness of yourself and the world around you is continually evolving and changing and morphing and yet on a day to day basis, you don't really notice any change. You feel like you are the same old boring person you have always been. I can see how my sense of self and life has transformed slightly just in the last six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my theory is that real internal changes inside myself, whether intended or unintended, never occur rapidly...they can't. I do have defining moments occasionally, but those are like mileposts along the road to becoming a different (and hopefully better) person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I want to be more continuously cognizant of my personal progression into that "hopefully better person." It seems like most of the time, I just bounce through my day, from compulsion to compulsion, without much thought about how day like that turn into weeks and years and decades of very little direction and actual progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I have said before in this blog, one of my most treasured personal convictions is that the future holds endless and eternal and beautiful possibilities for myself and everyone else in the world, but they will remain nothing but UNCLAIMED possiblities and dreams if we let them slip by. How many have I already lost? That stinks that my laziness causes so much potential to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is up to me to claim these unimaginable opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of potential...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I just found out 6 days ago that she is pregnant! We are so, so happy. We had those nagging worries that we would have trouble, like any couple that has never had kids. But let's just say that it didn't take long once she went off the birth control. We have been planning this ever since we got married, but the reality of it all for me is still sinking in. The thought that we have created a body for another spiritual person who will independently maneuver his/her way though this crazy world of ours is staggering. I want to give him/her the greatest possibilities and opportunities I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-112613838504668404?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/112613838504668404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=112613838504668404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/112613838504668404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/112613838504668404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2005/09/havent-written-in-whilesorry.html' title='Haven&apos;t written in a while...sorry.'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-111016592733308618</id><published>2005-03-06T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:27:28.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Makes More Sense In Reverse</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately about my life for the past 6 years or so....people I've known, things I've tried, times I've been embarrassed, proud, ashamed, excited, frustrated and happy. I've been trying to put it all into some kind of context in my mind. I think that until I got married 2 months ago, that was a really hard thing to do for some reason. I can see now the purpose for a lot of the things that I experienced. I can see how I have changed and matured and grown and generally become a better person in that time. That feels good. I can also see the lingering character flaws and weaknesses, the holes in my armor as it were. I guess we all have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my wife and almost every day that we are married, she does something or says something that makes me realize how right it was for me to marry her...how easy a decision it was for me to propose to her after only knowing her for a month. She is a person that makes me want to be better than I am. I am a lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the point of this post is this: almost all of my experiences for the last six years led me eventually to the best decision I've ever made (i.e. my wife), even though along the road sometimes, it was really hard for me to see the purpose of a lot of my decisions and frustrations. Much of that time, I felt like I was spinning my wheels and I worried that I was headed in the wrong direction or at least not in the right direction. A lot of the time, my faith waivered as to whether or not my life would go where I wanted it to go. I can't really blame myself for feeling that at the time, but I can say now that my past makes a lot more sense to me, now that I see where it led me. I guess it is the wisdom and courage that I aquired along the way that made that understanding possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-111016592733308618?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/111016592733308618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=111016592733308618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/111016592733308618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/111016592733308618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-makes-more-sense-in-reverse.html' title='Life Makes More Sense In Reverse'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-110974288770557152</id><published>2005-03-01T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T05:46:18.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently Married And Learning Fast</title><content type='html'>I have been married for 2 months and a day now. I have to say that I love it. The girl that I married is so GOOD. I mean by that that she is SO pure and genuine and true. That goodness and purity inspires my love and respect for her. It also makes me uncomfortable because my shortcomings seem just a little more obvious to me around her. That idea is somewhat cliche I realize, but in my case the cliche has proven true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a larger-than-usual tiff yesterday that had been building for a few days. For a while, we seemed hopelessly at odds. The annoying part was that most of the discord from both of us didn't actually come from the original disagreement, but from the fact that we were frustrated with each other about it. She might disagree with that analysis, but that is how I felt. Amazingly, we both eventually realized that we really didn't want to be mad at each other at about the same time and that made resolving the problem rather easy. And boy did we resolve it! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that stunned me about myself as our "fight" was progressing is that I wasn't really trying to resolve our negative feelings for each other. Instead, I was trying to defend to myself and to my wife that my position on the issue at hand was logical and more or less correct. How stupid is that! I wasn't being honest with myself about the conflict. Instead, I was just trying to vindicate the feelings that I had, so that I could maintain a lie to myself about my true intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty with oneself is so elusive but so liberating. I'm realizing that a majority of my actions and thoughts throughout the day are either totally or partially "dishonest" because they attempt to justify and rationalize instead of to understand, clarify and correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, read "The Bonds That Make Us Free" by Terry Warner. Those ideas that I just expressed are his. I want my life's intentions to be transparent to others as well as to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point of this post is that, marriage is helping me to understand what true honesty to myself and others is all about. I thought I understood that before, but as I analyze my actions, I see that I can't always trust myself to tell the truth to myself. I think that realization will prove to be an important one for me personally and for our marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-110974288770557152?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/110974288770557152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=110974288770557152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/110974288770557152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/110974288770557152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2005/03/recently-married-and-learning-fast.html' title='Recently Married And Learning Fast'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11176849.post-110974056161652481</id><published>2005-03-01T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:42:12.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What "Nothing But Possibilites" Means To Me</title><content type='html'>The idea is this: The life ahead of me is full of literally endless possibilities...that is simple and inspiring. However, if I don't make some of them actually materialize into realities, then these possibilities will remain nothing more than possibilites in the past...that sobers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last year, I have written this poem. I know it is not a literary masterpiece, but I have been amazed at how much a simple little poem has affected me and taught me about myself. I have never really shown it to anyone before (not even my new wife of 2 months). It is about my struggle over the past few years of my life to be my best self and my gut-feeling that the future holds great things for all of us, realizing that greatness depends entirely on who we become in our heart of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing But Possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a weight that won't retire&lt;br /&gt;It blisters your heart like a fire&lt;br /&gt;Conquering will and desire&lt;br /&gt;It itches, it scrapes and it burns&lt;br /&gt;How could you let it invade you?&lt;br /&gt;How could you let it control you?&lt;br /&gt;How could you let it defeat you?&lt;br /&gt;Something so evil, so wrong, so pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose the tracks you tread&lt;br /&gt;You say the things you've said&lt;br /&gt;You feed the thoughts you've fed&lt;br /&gt;So much responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose to face the sun&lt;br /&gt;You did the things you've done&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside your weak mind again&lt;br /&gt;Attacking you from within&lt;br /&gt;But promptings not to give in&lt;br /&gt;To fight off the enemy of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Who will win this duel for your allegiance and obedience?&lt;br /&gt;Who will conquer you deepest passions?&lt;br /&gt;How will the fight end this time?&lt;br /&gt;The foe waits at the edge of the battlefield for his moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to terms with the past&lt;br /&gt;Calling for help, holding fast&lt;br /&gt;Hoping your patience and strength will last&lt;br /&gt;So much responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting your future is bright&lt;br /&gt;Sensing an end to your plight&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that God's path is right&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but endless possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fences alone will not hold&lt;br /&gt;They'll crumble, defenses will fold&lt;br /&gt;Your enemy's undyingly bold&lt;br /&gt;You must build high walls of brick and stone&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you protect from his hatred?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you fight off his onslaught?&lt;br /&gt;How will you repel his deceipt and anger?&lt;br /&gt;Your armor must be your God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In battle for life now you meet&lt;br /&gt;Victory as yet incomplete&lt;br /&gt;But there it awaits at your feet&lt;br /&gt;So much responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can fight off his blows&lt;br /&gt;With the strength that heaven bestows&lt;br /&gt;You know what no one else knows&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but endless, eternal possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what's up on the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;Get out of your warm and comfortable bed&lt;br /&gt;Quit shaking , conquer instead&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never, claim your happiness&lt;br /&gt;Who else can feel what you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Who else can see what you see?&lt;br /&gt;Who else can know what you know?&lt;br /&gt;You are an extraordinary person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time now you seized your fate&lt;br /&gt;It's time now before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Because only you will make you great&lt;br /&gt;So much responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not delay your task&lt;br /&gt;You need not fear your past&lt;br /&gt;Lose your costume and your mask&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but endless, eternal, never-ending possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said above, I know it is not a polished piece of poetry, but it represents a powerful personal experience and feeling for me and I'm glad I shared it with you. Thank you for reading it and appreciating it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11176849-110974056161652481?l=nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/110974056161652481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11176849&amp;postID=110974056161652481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/110974056161652481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11176849/posts/default/110974056161652481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutpossibilities.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-nothing-but-possibilites-means-to.html' title='What &quot;Nothing But Possibilites&quot; Means To Me'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022495333159620396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/896/320/Ty_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
