<?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-8051764</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:27:50.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warehouse No. 4</title><subtitle type='html'>"The world is either a better place or a worse place because you are in it; no one has a neutral influence." -RDW</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-113924803095747967</id><published>2006-02-06T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:06:54.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Case For The Resurrection</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.risenjesus.com' title='A Case For The Resurrection'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/113924803095747967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=113924803095747967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/113924803095747967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/113924803095747967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2006/02/case-for-resurrection.html' title='A Case For The Resurrection'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112612369115723799</id><published>2005-09-07T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:08:11.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are there mistakes in the Bible?</title><summary type='text'>Should we say, "The Bible has no mistakes?"Is the above statement misleading?Do you think the above proposition is leading to the loss of church members?Should we venture to address, within the Church, textual criticisms and as such give a more detail definition of inerrancy?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112612369115723799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112612369115723799&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112612369115723799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112612369115723799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-there-mistakes-in-bible.html' title='Are there mistakes in the Bible?'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112494520538885314</id><published>2005-08-24T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:46:45.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Know Why We Do A Thing?</title><summary type='text'>The question is the same as the title. Can we be sure of or know why we do x? Perhaps x is the act of helping an old lady across the street, or maybe x is intentionally entering into a debate. Can we know what our true intentions are? I'll provide context after some thoughts have been shared.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112494520538885314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112494520538885314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112494520538885314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112494520538885314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/can-we-know-why-we-do-thing.html' title='Can We Know Why We Do A Thing?'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112442827270268168</id><published>2005-08-18T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:11:12.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Reading: Scaling the Secular City: A Defense of Christianity</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0801062225/103-5425249-8708654?v=glance' title='Now Reading: Scaling the Secular City: A Defense of Christianity'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112442827270268168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112442827270268168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112442827270268168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112442827270268168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-reading-scaling-secular-city.html' title='Now Reading: Scaling the Secular City: A Defense of Christianity'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112442644797230492</id><published>2005-08-18T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:36:18.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami Ink</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I watched a few episodes of TLC's Miami Ink. For those who have not seen the show allow me to summarize. It centers around four tattoo artists, an apprentice, and their clientele. It's heavy on eastern philosophy and cultural relativism. The show presents tattoos not so much as body art obtained by people looking to display their rebellious side, but rather as acts of commeration and </summary><link rel='related' href='http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/miami-ink/intro.html' title='Miami Ink'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112442644797230492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112442644797230492&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112442644797230492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112442644797230492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/miami-ink.html' title='Miami Ink'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112442282018483333</id><published>2005-08-18T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:40:20.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question: Natalee Holloway</title><summary type='text'>Do you believe the Natalee Holloway investigation is receiving unfair media coverage compared to other like cases? Why or why not?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112442282018483333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112442282018483333&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112442282018483333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112442282018483333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/question-natalee-holloway.html' title='Question: Natalee Holloway'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112335105695462095</id><published>2005-08-06T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:32:22.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Mr. Bush Pic</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112335105695462095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112335105695462095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112335105695462095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112335105695462095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-you-mr-bush-pic.html' title='Thank You Mr. Bush Pic'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112335039908093318</id><published>2005-08-06T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:39:38.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier Cradling Little Child Pic</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112335039908093318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112335039908093318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112335039908093318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112335039908093318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/soldier-cradling-little-child-pic.html' title='Soldier Cradling Little Child Pic'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112335025950611109</id><published>2005-08-06T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:34:11.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier &amp; Kitten</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112335025950611109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112335025950611109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112335025950611109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112335025950611109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/soldier-kitten.html' title='Soldier &amp; Kitten'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112335011027351806</id><published>2005-08-06T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:35:17.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldiers Deliver School Supplies...Kids Rejoice</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112335011027351806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112335011027351806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112335011027351806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112335011027351806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/soldiers-deliver-school-supplieskids.html' title='Soldiers Deliver School Supplies...Kids Rejoice'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112334945580879833</id><published>2005-08-06T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:35:59.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier and Boy</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112334945580879833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112334945580879833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112334945580879833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112334945580879833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/soldier-and-boy.html' title='Soldier and Boy'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112334924770669394</id><published>2005-08-06T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:37:39.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Five</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112334924770669394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112334924770669394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112334924770669394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112334924770669394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/give-me-five.html' title='Give Me Five'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112334919528935061</id><published>2005-08-06T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:38:26.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier and Boys Pic</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112334919528935061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112334919528935061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112334919528935061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112334919528935061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/soldier-and-boys-pic.html' title='Soldier and Boys Pic'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112334910260897686</id><published>2005-08-06T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:39:16.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys All Thumbs Up Pic</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112334910260897686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112334910260897686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112334910260897686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112334910260897686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/boys-all-thumbs-up-pic.html' title='Boys All Thumbs Up Pic'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112334869991241147</id><published>2005-08-06T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:30:46.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beloved Friend From The Past</title><summary type='text'>Here is a dear friend of mine from high school who served in Iraq. I came across this picture of her one day while surfing the internet. She is active military. She is a nurse and I believe her husband is military police (MP). He may have gotten out of the service. I am not positive though. She is now stateside I believe. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112334869991241147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112334869991241147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112334869991241147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112334869991241147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/08/beloved-friend-from-past.html' title='A Beloved Friend From The Past'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112198924057146210</id><published>2005-07-21T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:40:40.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Among The Stars</title><summary type='text'>An evening out with Julia Roberts and some wise crack.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112198924057146210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112198924057146210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198924057146210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198924057146210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/night-among-stars.html' title='A Night Among The Stars'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112198886766756097</id><published>2005-07-21T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:34:27.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. Moreland (evening seminar). No time for doodling.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112198886766756097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112198886766756097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198886766756097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198886766756097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112198810594198463</id><published>2005-07-21T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:48:50.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you shouldn't do while the professor is lecturing</title><summary type='text'>I now use paint to doodle when I get bored. The lectures are good but on day 8 after 64 hours of lecturing the mind begins to look for escape. I' m not sure what the image above says about my state of mind...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112198810594198463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112198810594198463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198810594198463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198810594198463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-you-shouldnt-do-while-professor.html' title='Things you shouldn&apos;t do while the professor is lecturing'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112198831966398636</id><published>2005-07-21T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:25:19.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       Reflecting on my childhood, I was led to draw a comforting reminder of happier days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112198831966398636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112198831966398636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198831966398636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198831966398636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/reflecting-on-my-childhood-i-was-led.html' title=''/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112198847070229421</id><published>2005-07-21T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:27:50.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The mind is returning to matters of theology.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112198847070229421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112198847070229421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198847070229421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198847070229421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/mind-is-returning-to-matters-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112198700579497108</id><published>2005-07-21T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:11:52.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun In The Sun At The San Diego Zoo</title><summary type='text'>Here are some pictures from the San Diego Zoo. We did a lot of walking around to see animals that weren't all that interested to see us, as you can tell from some of the pictures. I think it most have been nap time. The rhinoceros on the other hand was quite the sight. I could easily imagine what it might have felt like to stand next to a dinosour. This particular animal was bigger than a minivan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112198700579497108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112198700579497108&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198700579497108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112198700579497108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/fun-in-sun-at-san-diego-zoo.html' title='Fun In The Sun At The San Diego Zoo'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112147476643497357</id><published>2005-07-15T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T09:37:57.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><summary type='text'>There are those who would argue that conciousness is merely C fibers firing in the brain. Yet, they must first begin to explain why I experience such "joy" and "awe" when in the presence of such innocence. It is impossible for these responses to be merley mechanistic. Rather, I believe it is my soul recognizing that only God can bring about such a miracle. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112147476643497357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112147476643497357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112147476643497357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112147476643497357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112147410560571470</id><published>2005-07-15T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:35:05.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too cute </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112147410560571470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112147410560571470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112147410560571470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112147410560571470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/too-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112147402186405737</id><published>2005-07-15T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:33:41.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My niece. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112147402186405737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112147402186405737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112147402186405737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112147402186405737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-niece.html' title=''/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112147487801531492</id><published>2005-07-15T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:47:58.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California Update</title><summary type='text'>We are having a great time. Pics to come.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112147487801531492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112147487801531492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112147487801531492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112147487801531492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/california-update.html' title='California Update'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112071225175357417</id><published>2005-07-06T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:10:46.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bathing of Mr. Kitty a.k.a. "Griffin"</title><summary type='text'>I don't know how the rest of you feel about cats. I personally don't have a problem with them. Most of the time they clean up after themselves, unlike dogs. Griffin (our cat) and I occasionally have a misunderstanding (e.g., he seems to forget which end of the couch is mine and what part of the floor is his).Griffin can be a little snotty at times. Every once in a while he'll get into one of his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112071225175357417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112071225175357417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112071225175357417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112071225175357417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/bathing-of-mr-kitty-aka-griffin.html' title='The Bathing of Mr. Kitty a.k.a. &quot;Griffin&quot;'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112070969662301195</id><published>2005-07-06T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:18:40.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution Blind Man Driving</title><summary type='text'>Christiana and I had a dental appointment the other day and as we were driving home I pulled up behind this van. I looked over at Christina and said "Hey it's not safe for him to be driving on the road, especially when it's raining. I mean, after all, he is already blind, right?" She agreed. Yet, she thought I was just joking in my usual sarcastic-muppet-like-way (see the two old men from The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112070969662301195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112070969662301195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112070969662301195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112070969662301195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/caution-blind-man-driving.html' title='Caution Blind Man Driving'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-112070695285379884</id><published>2005-07-06T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:22:17.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jet plane...don't know when I'll be back again.</title><summary type='text'>Okay...I do know when I'll be back again.Christina and I will be leaving this Sunday for sunny California. She will be on vacation. She'll be tanning and shopping in the hot California sun, and I will be sitting in class for eight hours a day. Still, I am stoked about going. Last year was not only informative but encouraging and motivational.Like I have said before, this southern boy could live </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/112070695285379884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=112070695285379884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112070695285379884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/112070695285379884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-leaving-on-jet-planedont-know-when.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a jet plane...don&apos;t know when I&apos;ll be back again.'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-111954366734015774</id><published>2005-06-23T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:31:46.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation(s) at Pam's House Blend</title><summary type='text'>I am having at Pam's House Blend (be warned there is mild profanity in Pam's response). The background is that Pam is openly homosexual and spends much of her time bashing conservative Christians. Otherwise she seems like a nice person :)To follow the conversation visit Pam's blog. Look in the comment section of an article titled A Sunny Rotting Cryptkeeper on Wednesday June 22, 2005</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.pamspaulding.com/weblog/' title='Conversation(s) at Pam&apos;s House Blend'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/111954366734015774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=111954366734015774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111954366734015774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111954366734015774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/06/conversations-at-pams-house-blend.html' title='Conversation(s) at Pam&apos;s House Blend'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-111932901166466262</id><published>2005-06-20T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T00:06:39.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike's Bad Church Signs</title><summary type='text'>I came across this blip on a church sign. It made me both cringe and laugh at the same time. In honor of Mike over at my drivetrain of thought, I submit this bad and tastless church singnage for consideration.When the only alternative is the above, it is best to leave the sign blank.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/111932901166466262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=111932901166466262&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111932901166466262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111932901166466262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/06/mikes-bad-church-signs_20.html' title='Mike&apos;s Bad Church Signs'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-111216650078552258</id><published>2005-06-07T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T09:51:59.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry, Wolf!</title><summary type='text'>In the children's story, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, a young boy is entrusted with the task of watching over sheep in the hills of a quintessential village. For whatever reason, the boy cries wolf several times when there really is no wolf. The day comes when the boy and the sheep are really being threatened by a wolf, but no one comes to help . In several of the versions I have heard over my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/111216650078552258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=111216650078552258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111216650078552258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111216650078552258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/06/cry-wolf.html' title='Cry, Wolf!'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-109398337824370597</id><published>2005-06-06T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:35:35.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Empowerment of Women: A Reflection Concerning Comments made by Katherine Fugat, Screenwriter of The Prince and Me</title><summary type='text'>For those who have not seen The Prince and Me, allow me to provide you with a brief summary of the movie. It is a story about love and self-discovery. A young farm girl from Wisconsin (Paige, played by Julia Stiles) and a young Prince from Denmark (Edvard, played by Larry Mably) meet and fall in love at the University of Wisconsin. Paige is a hard working no time for nonsense kinda girl. While </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/109398337824370597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=109398337824370597&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/109398337824370597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/109398337824370597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-empowerment-of-women-reflection.html' title='On the Empowerment of Women: A Reflection Concerning Comments made by Katherine Fugat, Screenwriter of The Prince and Me'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-111638389924716140</id><published>2005-05-17T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:27:10.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Britney &amp; Kevin" [XT] for Extremely Trashy</title><summary type='text'>WARNING...You will be dumber if you watch this show!If only there had been such a public service announcement scrolling along the bottom of the screen when I tuned in. Unfortunately there was not. So, what do you get when you cross breed the worst of a Louisiana trailer park with the street scum of an LA ghetto? Apparently, you get Britney Spears and her reality show, Britney and Kevin. Within 30</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/111638389924716140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=111638389924716140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111638389924716140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111638389924716140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/05/britney-kevin-xt-for-extremely-trashy.html' title='&quot;Britney &amp; Kevin&quot; [XT] for Extremely Trashy'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-111602479392391364</id><published>2005-05-13T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T17:53:13.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 13, 2005 Question of the day</title><summary type='text'>Is it me or is Burger King's iconic mascot (aka.,"The Burger King") scary? If it is him or the clown, I am hanging out with Ronald McDonald. I mean really, when did you ever see a commercial with Ronald staring at you while you slept or peeping in your window as you were getting dressed in the morning. The King seems a little to much like um...I dunno know...a stalker.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/111602479392391364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=111602479392391364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111602479392391364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111602479392391364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-13-2005-question-of-day.html' title='May 13, 2005 Question of the day'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-111440029920021730</id><published>2005-04-24T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T10:11:47.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silversands Church</title><summary type='text'>Future home of Silversands Church (SBC).Starting the church plant was difficult (like the time I took a job washing dishes). It really hurt my pride. I mean, come on, I have master's degree (prideful, huh?). Anyways, the price of land is outrageous. Nevertheless, after 5 or was it 10 years of meeting in homes and renting gym space from the school district our building is complete. We still have a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/111440029920021730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=111440029920021730&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111440029920021730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111440029920021730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/04/silversands-church.html' title='Silversands Church'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-111344770244851905</id><published>2005-04-13T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:24:06.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preterism Gets Its Due</title><summary type='text'>In a recent storm of denounciation over the Revelations miniseries, Tim Lahaye has also criticized Tyndale for endorsing a preterist novel. How dare another Christian have an eschatology different from the mighty Lahaye?Maybe, he is worried that The Last Disciple will push his work of FICTION off the New York Times Bestseller's List. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/111344770244851905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=111344770244851905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111344770244851905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111344770244851905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/04/preterism-gets-its-due_13.html' title='Preterism Gets Its Due'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-111344396333200007</id><published>2005-04-13T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:26:03.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When</title><summary type='text'>No, you're not looking at a scene from the Matrix. In this world of advance dial, voice activation, push button paging, mobiles, cells and not to mention home cordless phones with gazzilion mghz range, I've decided to keep it real (atleast in my office).Everything is so easy nowadays. There was a time when dialing a friend meant you had to remember his/her phone number. There was no speed dial, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/111344396333200007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=111344396333200007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111344396333200007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111344396333200007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/04/remember-when.html' title='Remember When'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-111342745885622755</id><published>2005-04-13T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:24:18.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine has started blogging. I think most of you will know him. So check out his site in progress. Lets give him some encouragement.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/111342745885622755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=111342745885622755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111342745885622755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111342745885622755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/04/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-111052300611042554</id><published>2005-03-11T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:10:23.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Williams's Tonight Show Hypocrisy</title><summary type='text'>As I sat and worked on my resume, while my beautiful bride slept and dreamed of a perfect world, I turned to find solace in the background noise of the television. After all, the television is a multifunctional surrogate in American culture. Between checking for typos and stressing over what to include and what to exclude, I heard a familiar and admittedly hilarious personality being interviewed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/111052300611042554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=111052300611042554&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111052300611042554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/111052300611042554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/03/robin-williamss-tonight-show-hypocrisy.html' title='Robin Williams&apos;s Tonight Show Hypocrisy'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-110991989028828807</id><published>2005-03-04T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:11:12.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Antiwar Protestors and the War in Iraq</title><summary type='text'>It won't surprise anyone who knows me to find out that I have an opinion on the Iraqi war. Indeed, it is rare for me not to have an opinion. War is insane, yet there comes a time when war is necessary. As I write this article, I can imagine the objectors protesting, "War is never justified!" I will admit from the beginning that I do not believe that the war in Iraq is preemptive. Whatever it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/110991989028828807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=110991989028828807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/110991989028828807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/110991989028828807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/03/thoughts-on-antiwar-protestors-and-war.html' title='Thoughts on Antiwar Protestors and the War in Iraq'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-110982790421227376</id><published>2005-03-02T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T13:38:47.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's Wife Swap Shows Why Christians Need To Be Ready To Give A Defense Of Why They Believe</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I found myself tuned into ABC's Wife Swap. For those who are unfamiliar with the program, the premise of the show is that two households swap wives/mothers for two weeks (I think, maybe one week). Anyhow, tonight's episode featured a liberal family (probably not the best example of one) and a conservative family. Within the liberal family, Dan, the adoptive son, attacks Sherry's belief </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/110982790421227376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=110982790421227376&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/110982790421227376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/110982790421227376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/03/abcs-wife-swap-shows-why-christians.html' title='ABC&apos;s Wife Swap Shows Why Christians Need To Be Ready To Give A Defense Of Why They Believe'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-110978324234881212</id><published>2005-03-02T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T13:18:09.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Be Cool Again</title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading a blurp on A Couple of Words. Christie was gracious enough to provide a link to an advertisement highlighting the reemergence of the…hold on…wait for it…anticipation is building…okay, here it comes…the Reebok pump!!! Tada…clanging cymbals…and much fan fare…the crowd goes wild. Who says you can’t relive the past? Now all we need are parachute pants. Oh my, what is this? It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/110978324234881212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=110978324234881212&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/110978324234881212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/110978324234881212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-can-be-cool-again.html' title='I Can Be Cool Again'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-110895917984737030</id><published>2005-02-20T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T10:12:52.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Is Not So Passionate</title><summary type='text'>Link Above: More on the snubbing of The Passion.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.lifeway.com/lwc/article_main_page/0,1703,A%253D159229%2526M%253D200339,00.html' title='Oscar Is Not So Passionate'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/feeds/110895917984737030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8051764&amp;postID=110895917984737030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/110895917984737030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8051764/posts/default/110895917984737030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warehouse4.blogspot.com/2005/02/oscar-is-not-so-passionate.html' title='Oscar Is Not So Passionate'/><author><name>Rickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15362858167774818815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5169/640/standing%20on%20beach1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051764.post-110894568932520835</id><published>2005-02-20T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:41:51.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Passionate Response To The Oscars</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I am sure by now there has been plenty of opinions voiced over the Academy's snubbing of Mel Gibson's The Passion. Yet, there is at least one more to be offered, mine. I will not watch the Oscars this year. Should my refusal to tune in incite a national controversy, so be it (I know. I am only deluding myself.). 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