<?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-2586727148361860827</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:20:16.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A HeartBeat Away</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-8895569563375339910</id><published>2011-06-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:39:37.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lashing Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why I am angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why I am blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if I am happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I just a mean person that scowls at the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breaking the bonds that keep me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lashing out at whoever, whenever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cynical, Hateful, Mean Spirited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sprinkeled with just a hint of compassion and humility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Events not under my  control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Changes that were unforseen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An anger wells up from deep  within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something, Somehow, Someway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2586727148361860827-8895569563375339910?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/8895569563375339910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=8895569563375339910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/8895569563375339910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/8895569563375339910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2011/06/lashing-out.html' title='Lashing Out'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-6077671309317007109</id><published>2010-09-08T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:10:44.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Books</title><content type='html'>He is a little man hiding under the guise of a religious leader, which makes the entire situation even more ludicrous.  He can only express himself and gain his moment of glory through hateful and enciteful actions and deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning the Koran does nothing but spread a message of hate to the entire world.  The impression of America will be diminished even further by this one mans selfish actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to arm yourself to defend your actions, and every important leader in the world is condemning your planned activities for 9/11, then maybe you should rethink your position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question the wisdom of your followers, and I also question the integrity and validity of your pulpit.  What God fearing congregation condones the use and spread of hate, and a hate filled doctrine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only pray that you will see the error in your logic and put an end to this madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-6077671309317007109?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/6077671309317007109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=6077671309317007109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/6077671309317007109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/6077671309317007109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2010/09/burning-books.html' title='Burning Books'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-5619966957675044669</id><published>2010-07-06T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:41:35.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vRGr2Ov7Fc/TDQI8I9l0vI/AAAAAAAAADw/NyqLdLIl4Kk/s1600/IMG_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491023674962465522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vRGr2Ov7Fc/TDQI8I9l0vI/AAAAAAAAADw/NyqLdLIl4Kk/s320/IMG_1519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I needed you most, you were there&lt;br /&gt;When I needed advice you would give it freely&lt;br /&gt;When I needed someone to listen to me you always had a willing ear&lt;br /&gt;When I needed a role model all I had to do was look to you&lt;br /&gt;I learned from you the importance of taking care of family&lt;br /&gt;I learned from you to develop a solid work ethic&lt;br /&gt;I learned from you that I am not the most important one&lt;br /&gt;You held me when I cried, you comforted me in my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;You praised me when I had my glories&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me in my failures&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Proud to have been your son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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="center"&gt;I am certain that I speak for all of my brothers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-5619966957675044669?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/5619966957675044669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=5619966957675044669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/5619966957675044669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/5619966957675044669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2010/07/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vRGr2Ov7Fc/TDQI8I9l0vI/AAAAAAAAADw/NyqLdLIl4Kk/s72-c/IMG_1519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-8954109282810722676</id><published>2009-12-04T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:46:20.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I couldn't have said it better myself, these thoughts I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A snippet of lyrics from "Three Doors Down", When I'm Gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's another world inside of me&lt;br /&gt;That you may never see&lt;br /&gt;There're secrets in this life&lt;br /&gt;That I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in this darkness&lt;br /&gt;There's a light that I can't find&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's too far away...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just blind... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-8954109282810722676?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/8954109282810722676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=8954109282810722676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/8954109282810722676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/8954109282810722676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2009/12/blindness.html' title='Blindness'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-2517223124545208114</id><published>2009-10-27T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:42:07.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shed a tear for my memories tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As years went by I lost my sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost my way and caused great pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now each day I try to explain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to forgive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shed a tear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-2517223124545208114?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/2517223124545208114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=2517223124545208114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/2517223124545208114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/2517223124545208114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-3104181706820192735</id><published>2009-07-29T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:03:50.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words of wisdom escape my mind&lt;br /&gt;Painful memories are so unkind&lt;br /&gt;Hardened by strife, Tempered like steel&lt;br /&gt;At times my thoughts are so surreal&lt;br /&gt;Vivid dreams and blurry days&lt;br /&gt;So many hours pass by in a haze&lt;br /&gt;Questions without answers, Bound by faith&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of a human, A living wraith&lt;br /&gt;Blessed by grace, Yet cursed by sin&lt;br /&gt;A boundless spirit, Trapped in a pen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-3104181706820192735?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/3104181706820192735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=3104181706820192735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/3104181706820192735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/3104181706820192735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-8682743547437564547</id><published>2009-07-28T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:43:26.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darkness decends and the shadows grow long&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the pain in a love torn song&lt;br /&gt;Thinking my life has been a waste&lt;br /&gt;All my decisions have been made in haste&lt;br /&gt;Two paths to travel and one of them is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Without a guide I stumble headlong&lt;br /&gt;The mind is seldom willing and my thoughts are uncontrolled&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot seem to console&lt;br /&gt;I'm being chased by demons and I cannot run&lt;br /&gt;I stand like a stone&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Weary&lt;br /&gt;Very little joy in this life do I find&lt;br /&gt;I am certain I have been left behind&lt;br /&gt;Why I was brought forth I will never know&lt;br /&gt;Now I patiently wait til it is time to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-8682743547437564547?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/8682743547437564547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=8682743547437564547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/8682743547437564547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/8682743547437564547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2009/07/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-7817738085956867521</id><published>2009-06-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:51:55.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Thriller</title><content type='html'>It really struck a chord with me when I heard Michael Jackson had passed away. It's not just that an Icon has died, but for me it was how he died. Sudden Cardiac Arrest. From everything I have read, less than 5% of everyone struck by SCA actually survives.&lt;br /&gt;This is extremely moving for me, as I survived an episode of SCA a little over 6 years ago. I can tell you that from my experience, that there is no pain involved SCA. In my case I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, I told the cop I thought I was gonna pass out, and I woke up in the hospital. No pain, no memories, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Was the medical help in Hesston Kansas really that much better than that in L.A.? I don't think so. Maybe they found him too late to help him, it would have only taken 3-5 minutes to put him beyond help.&lt;br /&gt;In my case there were Law Enforcement personnel on the scene and an off duty fireman that happened upon the scene. The fireman performed CPR until the ambulance arrived and I was defibrillated.&lt;br /&gt;As I reflect, I still don't understand why a simple man like me was left here on earth, and an Icon like Michael is now gone. I suppose God still has something in mind for me, and was not ready to take me home. As for Michael, God had a reason for taking him that none of us will ever know. Though none of us really knows what takes place upon death, I do know that Michael is now free from all of the pain, hate, stress, anxiety, misunderstandings, and lonliness that certainly must have plauged him throughout his adult days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-7817738085956867521?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/7817738085956867521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=7817738085956867521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/7817738085956867521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/7817738085956867521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-thriller.html' title='Not A Thriller'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-6383101987144043630</id><published>2009-05-13T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:38:04.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedar Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vRGr2Ov7Fc/SgufwLugr7I/AAAAAAAAADk/c4ci3eJ8f94/s1600-h/06drinkwater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335533833680891826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vRGr2Ov7Fc/SgufwLugr7I/AAAAAAAAADk/c4ci3eJ8f94/s320/06drinkwater2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The other day I went riding with my brother and a friend. We were bound for a little town named Cedar Point. My brother and I had both come across separate articles referring to an old abandoned Mill sitting right on the Cottonwood River. The road to the town was covered in water, only a couple of inches but still........We rode on to the town and of all places to park, we parked in front of the bank. We each got a soda from the working soda machine, and wandered over to the bridge to take in the sights and drink our sodas. When we were done, we started gathering our stuff up and were about to hit the road when a Kansas State Trooper pulled into town. We had only been there 15-20 minutes and the law arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now in their defense, there were three of us, we were all on Harleys and dressed in leather, and we did park in front of the bank. Add to that the fact that the town had recently been isolated by high flood waters, it was a Saturday, and it was sundown, and I suppose in someones mind it was wise to be safe and cautious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trooper never did bother us, though I did stop him and ask a couple of questions about the local roads. He did say that he didn't get back there much, so it makes me wonder why he was there. He went his way and we went ours, however we did meet a second Trooper racing towards our previous location. He didn't bother us either, but he was in some kind of hurry.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-6383101987144043630?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/6383101987144043630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=6383101987144043630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/6383101987144043630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/6383101987144043630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2009/05/cedar-point.html' title='Cedar Point'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vRGr2Ov7Fc/SgufwLugr7I/AAAAAAAAADk/c4ci3eJ8f94/s72-c/06drinkwater2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-9130866292858912409</id><published>2009-04-05T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:10:04.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slight Breeze</title><content type='html'>Yeterday was the first "nice" day in quite some time, with temps reaching the mid 70's. It was a little breezy though, with sustained winds of 40 mph and gusts up to 52 mph.&lt;br /&gt;I must have taken a stupid pill instead of my heart pill, cause I decided it was nice enough to get my motorcycle out, and I did have a major itch to ride. A friend came over and we then headed out. Riding to the north was great, but then we turned to the west, and we rode at an angle the whole while. It was all I could do to hold my lane, luckily this road jogs from north to west for many miles. The entire ride was only about 66 miles, but about 20 of it was against the wind, and another 16 was spent being blown around the lane from the cross wind. Whew! When I got home I felt like I had just finished a 300 mile ride.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm gonna check my meds!&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was 75 and windy, today it is 35 and there is snow on the ground, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Another typical weekend in Kansas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-9130866292858912409?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/9130866292858912409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=9130866292858912409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/9130866292858912409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/9130866292858912409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2009/04/slight-breeze.html' title='Slight Breeze'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-6009182192987091425</id><published>2009-01-30T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:11:02.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those "Stupid Moments"? &lt;br /&gt;I went to an unfamiliar ATM yesterday and fed my card to the machine.  It ate it right up and let me enter all of the info it asked for.  The screen suddenly flashed a message stating my card wasn't any good at their facility.  I was at a loss, why wasn't my card any good? &lt;br /&gt;The machine then spit my card back out, and it was then I realized I had fed the stupid thing my Drivers Lincense.  Duh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-6009182192987091425?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/6009182192987091425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=6009182192987091425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/6009182192987091425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/6009182192987091425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2009/01/moment.html' title='A Moment'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-4707668302802247435</id><published>2008-12-09T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:09:42.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alone and faceless, lost in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Screaming in silence, thinking out loud&lt;br /&gt;Looked in the mirror, saw someone I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;When you loose your love, time creeps by ever so slow&lt;br /&gt;Nothing going on and nothing is planned&lt;br /&gt;Fruitless as castles made in the sand&lt;br /&gt;What did I do, where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard this before, I think in a song&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness follows my every move&lt;br /&gt;Finding no comfort nor words that will soothe&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness has become my only friend&lt;br /&gt;I fear I will be lonely until my end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-4707668302802247435?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/4707668302802247435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=4707668302802247435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/4707668302802247435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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big empty room&lt;br /&gt;Memories and dreams are what were left behind&lt;br /&gt;I saw you today; saw you clearly in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-8754587005029927070?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/8754587005029927070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=8754587005029927070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/8754587005029927070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/8754587005029927070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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can see&lt;br /&gt;No answers in sight, no answers for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel an abnormal lump in my chest&lt;br /&gt;The docs put it in, said it was for the best&lt;br /&gt;I feel an abnormal lump in my chest&lt;br /&gt;This life giving thing that I now detest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-1025472715664507423?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/1025472715664507423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=1025472715664507423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/1025472715664507423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Sleeping while blind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-23158226708992456?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/23158226708992456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=23158226708992456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/23158226708992456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/23158226708992456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2008/11/twisting.html' title='Twisting'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586727148361860827.post-2142368581866829196</id><published>2008-11-20T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:51:58.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>I began my blog back in 2004, and for some reason I tired of it earlier this year and took it down.  I decided to bring it back to life, but with a new look and no archives, so essentially this is a new blog with an old name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586727148361860827-2142368581866829196?l=numbereddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/feeds/2142368581866829196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586727148361860827&amp;postID=2142368581866829196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/2142368581866829196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586727148361860827/posts/default/2142368581866829196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbereddays.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093438466060803111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
