<?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-27341798</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:00:00.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Boles' Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Old Hippie, Conductor on The Peachtree Express (Kiddie Train) at Town Center Mall in Kennesaw, Technology Consultant, Telephone (and Internet) Pioneer, Father, and Proud Pa Pa to "The three most adorable kids in the universe."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-1495925722276415751</id><published>2011-12-19T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:38:19.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On Blogger</title><content type='html'>Had to abandon my other blog site (see previous post). &amp;nbsp;Back on Blogger ... maybe I will actually post some worthy content some day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-1495925722276415751?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/1495925722276415751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=1495925722276415751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/1495925722276415751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/1495925722276415751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-on-blogger.html' title='Back On Blogger'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-4939756480985909845</id><published>2010-09-24T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:10:42.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved ... Well, My BLOG Has Moved!</title><content type='html'>Several months ago, I decided to follow my oldest Son's recommendation to learn how to design web pages on Wordpress. &amp;nbsp;So, I took the plunge and launched &lt;a href="http://www.bobboles.me/"&gt;my new BLOG&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This will be my last post on Blogger.com. &amp;nbsp;From now on, you can find me &lt;a href="http://www.bobboles.me/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;And for those of you that don't realize that I've provided two hyperlinks to it already, the web address is: &lt;a href="http://www.bobboles.me/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://www.bobboles.me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-4939756480985909845?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/4939756480985909845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=4939756480985909845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/4939756480985909845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/4939756480985909845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-moved-well-my-blog-has-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved ... Well, My BLOG Has Moved!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-3280501989710691063</id><published>2010-03-27T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:51:27.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Father &amp; Pa Pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I look back into my past sometimes and wonder what things might be like if I had done a few things differently. Lord knows, there are MANY things I SHOULD have done differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm a Grandfather, I can't help but pay close attention to how my Grandchildren are being raised. And naturally, by doing so, I tend to compare what I see with the way I acted as a parent. I see major differences. I'm very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these differences, I often beat myself up for not being as good as a parent as I could have been. Then, I see a comment that my oldest Son posted on another person's blog. WOW. I guess there was SOME things I did right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny's comment is posted below. I'm VERY PROUD of him, and my adorable Daughter-In-Law, and the way they are raising my three adorable Grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I had done a better job, but I guess I could have done worse. I also wish I had played a more direct role in my youngest Son's first twenty-some-odd years, but as it turns out, he's OK too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANNY, BRADLEY, AMANDA, DREW, CHARLIE &amp;amp; LINDSAY LEIGH: I am very proud of you all, and love each of you more than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan W. Boles (@danwboles on twitter) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up an Air Force brat turned Corporate brat of a single Father (and sometimes a step-mom). To say that I grew up in a strict home is, well, an understatement, but I have to say it ultimately paid off and in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed that so far I’m the only Dad to comment (I think), which is fascinating to me. I hope perhaps my experience, testimony, and perspective will be of value to both Moms and Dads alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I remember about the strictness was that I always hated being raised as a “little soldier.” It has lead to some personality conflicts with authority figures now as an adult (and especially in college) but ultimately provided me with a deep appreciation for routine and understanding how/why boundaries are put in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I would add is it created in me a rebellious and audacious desire to “prove myself” when I went to college. This lead to many mistakes, poor judgment calls and decisions that I would take back in a heartbeat if I could, but I also mastered the art of learning from them. I didn’t spend much time on the mistakes; I learned from them, vowed not to repeat them, and moved on with life. Looking back, I can see the wisdom of growing up in a strict home where decision-making (vis-a-vis responsibility) was an integral piece of how I was raised. That wisdom (and my Father cutting the cord and allowing me to fail) allowed me the freedom to make decisions on my own, make mistakes (and there were many!) and process them and learn from them. As I grew into adulthood, beyond college and into marriage and child-bearing/rearing, this gave me the ultimate confidence in my ability to make decisions and take care of myself and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I would add is simply that even though it sucked growing up in a strict home, and my father was definitely NOT concerned about being my friend, he accomplished two very important things; he prepared me for adulthood by the time I was 18 (not 30) and he earned (demanded really) my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I accomplish that with my three kids, I will consider my job well done. Anything else is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be,&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dads who change diapers change the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-3280501989710691063?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/3280501989710691063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=3280501989710691063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/3280501989710691063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/3280501989710691063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2010/03/proud-father-pa-pa.html' title='Proud Father &amp; Pa Pa'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-6954389015814234678</id><published>2010-03-20T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:32:35.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Spring 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Got to spend the 1st day of Spring with "Da Boyz" today. We started at Adams Park, Baseball Complex in Kennesaw with Drew's T-Ball Game, then went to Touch-A-Truck in downtown Kennesaw by the Depot. Then lunch with the girls (Amanda &amp;amp; Lindsay Leigh) and back to the playground at Walton Ridenour. It was a beautiful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's a couple of videos from today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyljxzOLdng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyljxzOLdng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SelDuSukQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SelDuSukQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-6954389015814234678?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/6954389015814234678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=6954389015814234678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/6954389015814234678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/6954389015814234678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-spring-2010.html' title='Welcome Spring 2010!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-3230633272521531825</id><published>2010-03-13T09:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:23:17.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Lindsay Leigh Boles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S5uic8nfdMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5TejjjpdIf8/s1600-h/Lindsay+Leigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448126792426550466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S5uic8nfdMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5TejjjpdIf8/s320/Lindsay+Leigh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt; Lindsay Leigh Boles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;March 12, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4:55 am EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;6 lbs., 8 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's Friday morning. I don't work on Fridays. I (usually) sleep late. The phone rings at 5:27 am. I reach over and grab the Droid. It's #1 Son, Danny. I struggle to remove my CPAP mask before the call rolls to voicemail. "Hello!" I said. "We have a baby!" he responds. "Boy or Girl?" "I don't know anything else yet. They threw me out of the OR. I'll let you know when I find out more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I quickly leap out of bed and started thinking about how to get to the &lt;a href="http://www.wellstar.org/ws_content/ws_hospitals.aspx?id=396&amp;amp;pic_id=1328&amp;amp;menu_id=176"&gt;hospital&lt;/a&gt;. Being without transportation, I pulled up the &lt;a href="http://dot.cobbcountyga.gov/cct/route-schedules.htm"&gt;CCT route schedules&lt;/a&gt; to see when the 1st available bus would be coming by the neighborhood. I already knew which buses I needed to catch to get me to &lt;a href="http://www.wellstar.org/ws_content/ws_hospitals.aspx?id=396&amp;amp;pic_id=1328&amp;amp;menu_id=176"&gt;Kennestone&lt;/a&gt;. Route 45's first inbound run leaves the mall at 7:40 am and would be coming up Cobb Parkway at Barrett around 8:13 am. That's nearly 3 hours! Can I possibly wait that long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decide to get moving, maybe I'll just call a cab. I shave (something I very RARELY do on a day off), jump in the shower, &amp;amp; get dressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's now 6:20 am and I've not heard anything new. I call Danny's phone and go straight to voicemail. I immediately redial. Voicemail. I wait 10 minutes &amp;amp; redial. Voicemail again. What's going on? I must try to be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;6:35 am, Danny calls. "It was a little scary, but Amanda and the baby are both OK. I'm waiting to see them now." "Boy or Girl" I demand. "We told Drew that he would get the privilege of telling everyone." "Where is Drew?" "The boys are still at home, asleep, with Grandma." "Well I guess I need to call Grandma and tell her to wake 'em up!" "You could do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally realize that I was just going to have to wait. Patience is NOT one of my strong points. Danny sucked all of that out of me during his teen years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spend the next hour on Twitter and Facebook, looking for updates from Danny, and telling the world that we have a new baby ... that it's a ... foot? Yep, knowing that it would frustrate me even MORE, Danny posts a &lt;a href="http://bolesfamilyblog.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/its-a-2/"&gt;Blog article&lt;/a&gt; with a photo of the baby's foot. Thanks, Son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get a text message from Bradley (my youngest): Is it a boy or a girl? I call him and explain how his older Brother is torturing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The time for the bus finally draws near and I head for the bus stop. I get there at least 20 minutes ahead of time. I pace. I check for another phone call. I check Twitter and Facebook for updates. Are the boys on their way yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:15 am. The bus arrives. I tell the bus driver where I'm going and why. I don't even sit down. Just a few miles down Cobb Parkway, I must hop off the 45 and catch the 40. I RUN from one stop to the other (a good quarter mile or more), looking back to see if the 40 was coming. I get to the stop just in time to take a few labored deep breaths. It was right on time. I board the 40 and tell this bus driver the same story. I don't sit down. I wanted to be there, knowing I would still probably have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I arrive at &lt;a href="http://www.wellstar.org/ws_content/ws_hospitals.aspx?id=396&amp;amp;pic_id=1328&amp;amp;menu_id=176"&gt;Kennestone&lt;/a&gt; and begin to re-familiarize myself with the maze of hallways and buildings, attempting to get to the Women's Center. After walking down 2 or 3 different hallways that were getting me nowhere, I ask for help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:40 am. I make my way up to the main level (I was on the lower level) and down the "Avenues" to the Purple Tower. I call Danny to let him know I'm there. Unfortunately, the boys are STILL at home, but at least they're up and having Breakfast. Oh ... I haven't eaten yet. I've been up for over 3 hours, I STILL don't know if it's a boy or a girl, and my stomach reminds me that it's empty. I go get a &lt;a href="http://www.chick-fil-a.com/"&gt;Chic-fil-A&lt;/a&gt; biscuit and chocolate milk. I call my Sister to tell her the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;9:15 am. STILL waiting. At least they've moved Amanda and the baby to a room. I decide to go visit a good friend who was admitted on Wednesday night after having a mini stroke. I walk the "Avenues" again, he's in the Green Tower. I meet his Mom for the 1st time. We discuss how we need to change our diets and exercise more often (like all this walking doesn't count?). We discuss how a 4 oz. portion of skinless boneless chicken breast is about 2 or 3 bites for us. We both love to eat. Eating "right" is a difficult thing for guys like us to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;9:39 am. Danny calls. "Come on up." FINALLY!!! Back to the Green elevators, down from the 7th floor to main, down the "Avenues" again to the Purple Tower, up the elevator to the 4th floor. I may have set a record. I was ANXIOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;9:4? am. I get to room P439. I knock and open the door. I see Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma. I see Drew &amp;amp; Charlie. I see Amanda, her sister Kathy, and Danny holding my newest Grandchild. "Go tell him Drew." Danny commands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drew runs to me with a big smile on his face and announces "IT'S A GIRL!!! And her name is Lenzy Lu!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drew was quickly corrected "It's Lindsay Leigh." And to be safe, I asked for the correct spelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took a moment to get hugs and kisses from my two GrandSons, and made my way over to Danny. "Gimme!!!" I was ready to hold my GrandDaughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S5vC8v_mupI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KQK-56njuCI/s1600-h/2010-03-12+09.51.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448162523165932178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S5vC8v_mupI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KQK-56njuCI/s320/2010-03-12+09.51.35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;She's BEAUTIFUL. She's a little ANGEL. She's clearly a BLESSING FROM GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bolesfamilyblog.wordpress.com/"&gt;Link to Danny &amp;amp; Amanda's Wordpress Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98vkcW2mXtM&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Link to Lindsay Leigh Boles' Birthday Slideshow/Video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-3230633272521531825?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/3230633272521531825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=3230633272521531825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/3230633272521531825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/3230633272521531825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2010/03/introducing-lindsay-leigh-boles.html' title='Introducing Lindsay Leigh Boles!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S5uic8nfdMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5TejjjpdIf8/s72-c/Lindsay+Leigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-1069994667017819198</id><published>2010-02-13T09:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:30:13.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-ch CHANGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;WOW.  I was sitting here thinking "I need to write a new blog post, but it's only been a little more than two weeks since my last post.  What has happened in the last couple of weeks?"  WOW.  I realized that more CHANGES have happened in the last two weeks than typically occur in two months of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1st, I've moved.  I won't get into the details on all the reasons why, but the main reason was to be closer to where I work.  I had been staying with a close friend who lived in an area that was nowhere near a bus route and a healthy hike to anything.  Consequently, I was dependent upon this friend to take me places, to get me to a bus stop in the mornings, and to pick me up from work at night.  I HATE being dependent upon someone else.  And as much as I appreciate those who help me, I'd much rather take care of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S3a_ABv3xjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Z8WWm9gqXqE/s1600-h/apt.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S3a_ABv3xjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Z8WWm9gqXqE/s320/apt.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437743607286580786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My new location is great.  I'm within walking distance to just about anything and everything.  Restaurants, grocery store, bank, and yes, a bus stop.  I've got a comfortable bed, a mini-fridge, high-speed internet, over 200 TV channels, and a very unusual inclusion to the roommate agreement - home cooked meals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S3bBVqOm_xI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-wMRwPscbus/s1600-h/cct-45_crop_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S3bBVqOm_xI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-wMRwPscbus/s320/cct-45_crop_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437746177953431314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, most of my friends that know me well will tell you that I am an extrovert and I feed on social interaction.  No problem!  A five minute walk and I can be among my (new) friends at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keeganspublichouse.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Keegan's Public House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  I've already made several new friends there, and they already know what to pour when I walk in the door.  The food is really good, and they have $3 pints on Tuesday nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S3bCOUBeTZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/O33xEB-dkdo/s1600-h/keegans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S3bCOUBeTZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/O33xEB-dkdo/s320/keegans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437747151245299090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also gone through a major technological change in the last two weeks.  Thanks to my carelessness one evening during my closing duties at work, I lost one of my prized possessions, my iPod Touch.  Now, I had been contemplating for months the concept of combining my two "devices" - the iPod Touch and the Motorola Razor.  I used my phone for, well, the obvious, as well as text messaging and posting photos to Twitter and Facebook.  I used my iPod Touch for checking email, Twitter, Facebook, web browsing, calculator, notes, and a ton of other things.  The day after I lost the iPod Touch, I was LOST.  I had no handheld device for my extroverted-technological-social-interaction, and it made me crazy.  So ... this past Thursday, I became DROID-matized.  And so far, I love it.  One of the silliest things about it?  For many years now, I have used my wireless phone for my alarm clock.  And I never really found an alarm tone that I was fond of.  But now, my Droid awakes me with a rooster crowing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S3bIlnqUlSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6IGzguoTHow/s1600-h/motorola_droid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S3bIlnqUlSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6IGzguoTHow/s320/motorola_droid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437754148723660066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Finally, I must share a video I made with my Droid of the Snow Day we just had here in Kennesaw, GA.  This was made outside the apartment building where I live and features some kids having a snowball fight in the playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f60336e2c7a9e2f2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df60336e2c7a9e2f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331560849%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75F485488F9B13ADA366152B05CBE2A9499B3B0F.82DA3235933AFE55E68F5E0157D65E56C8A35B19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df60336e2c7a9e2f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqGh2keA49GpIQ82IAc_k5MLO7zw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df60336e2c7a9e2f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331560849%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75F485488F9B13ADA366152B05CBE2A9499B3B0F.82DA3235933AFE55E68F5E0157D65E56C8A35B19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df60336e2c7a9e2f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqGh2keA49GpIQ82IAc_k5MLO7zw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sláinte mhaith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-1069994667017819198?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/1069994667017819198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=1069994667017819198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/1069994667017819198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/1069994667017819198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2010/02/ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-ch CHANGES'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S3a_ABv3xjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Z8WWm9gqXqE/s72-c/apt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-5724283316359998665</id><published>2010-01-28T09:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:11:59.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Gravy &amp; Biscuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S2GxP8klbnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UZ4o2zm01og/s1600-h/choc_gravy_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S2GxP8klbnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UZ4o2zm01og/s320/choc_gravy_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431817513101258354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read the title correctly ... this post is about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chocolate Gravy &amp; Biscuits&lt;/span&gt;.  And before you get started, don't knock it until you've tried it.  Whether you follow my recipe below, or one of many variations, you should at least try it.  Some of the variations I have run across recently do not sound that good to me, so I'm going to suggest you start with mine, and if you want to tweak it to suit your own taste, be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently, I had come to the conclusion that this incredible breakfast treat was confined geographically to a small area in middle Tennessee.  Thanks to a link shared by my adorable friend Amanda (thanks Sweetie!), I realize that there are folks in other states who've enjoyed it's deliciousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S2Gx4v5V83I/AAAAAAAAAHM/3mBbdcM127A/s1600-h/chocolate-gravy_DSC7467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S2Gx4v5V83I/AAAAAAAAAHM/3mBbdcM127A/s320/chocolate-gravy_DSC7467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431818214073299826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's most certainly one of my fondest childhood memories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 stick of butter or margarine&lt;br /&gt;- 1 cup of sugar*&lt;br /&gt;- 1/4 cup of flour*&lt;br /&gt;- 2 heaping tablespoons cocoa*&lt;br /&gt;- milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Preparation&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly melt butter or margarine over medium to low heat in a saucepan.&lt;br /&gt;In a mixing bowl, combine sugar, flour and cocoa.  Add to melted butter.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly add milk and stir constantly.  Adjust heat as needed.  Do not allow to boil, but it needs to get hot enough to thicken.  Continue to cook, stirring constantly, until the gravy is smooth.  Spoon over biscuits and enjoy while hot with a cold glass of milk.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO NOT used canned biscuits&lt;/span&gt;!  If you're like me, and cannot make biscuits from scratch, get the frozen Pillsbury Grands (Southern Style).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The measurements above are a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STARTING POINT ONLY&lt;/span&gt;.  It may take several attempts to get it right (as it did for me).  I often add a little more flour while cooking if it's not getting thick enough, and will sometimes add more cocoa if it doesn't look chocolaty enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Although Chocolate Gravy &amp; Biscuits is incredibly delicious on it's own, I sometimes enjoy it along side the traditional bacon (or sausage) and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S2GveUPXg7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/riwRUK9nshQ/s1600-h/choc_gravy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S2GveUPXg7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/riwRUK9nshQ/s320/choc_gravy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431815560949629874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned above, this is certainly one of my fondest childhood memories.  And now, it's something that I have the pleasure of sharing with my two boys and my Grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S2Gwje-1HvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xaa--Uyo-Uw/s1600-h/52604418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S2Gwje-1HvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xaa--Uyo-Uw/s320/52604418.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431816749244030706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some links that I have run across with some history and additional variations of the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesicktexan.blogspot.com/2010/01/chocolate-gravy-recipe.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed:%20HomesickTexan%20(Homesick%20Texan)&amp;utm_content=Google%20Feedfetcher"&gt;Homesick Texan&lt;/a&gt; - Thanks again Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodtimeline.org/foodsauces.html#chocolategravy"&gt;The Food Timeline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.appalachianfolk.com/2009/05/chocolate-gravy-recipe/"&gt;AppalachianFolk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?source=ig&amp;hl=en&amp;rlz=1G1GGLQ_ENUS312&amp;q=chocolate+gravy+and+biscuits&amp;aq=1&amp;aqi=g10&amp;oq=chocolate+gravy"&gt;Google Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give it a try.  If you're still not convinced, maybe you should just invite me over to make it for you.  If you still don't like it (after I've made it for you), then you obviously don't like chocolate in the first place.  Or you don't like breakfast.  Or you're just ... strange.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ENJOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-5724283316359998665?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/5724283316359998665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=5724283316359998665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/5724283316359998665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/5724283316359998665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2010/01/chocolate-gravy-biscuits.html' title='Chocolate Gravy &amp; Biscuits'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/S2GxP8klbnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UZ4o2zm01og/s72-c/choc_gravy_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-5940627520191818930</id><published>2009-12-02T13:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:44:13.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Travels</title><content type='html'>OK, so today, I was getting caught up on everybody's "status" on Facebook when I noticed that one of my High School Classmates had posted a "Cities I've Visited" travel map.  Now, I usually avoid the majority of the "applications" on Facebook, but since it was cold and raining outside, I decided to play around with this one.  I quickly began to realize just how lucky I have been to have traveled to so many places.  Sure, there are lots of other places that I would love to visit, but compared to many, I have been very fortunate.  My (7) years in the US Air Force and my (16) years working for MCI had me going places that I never would have been otherwise.  I had the opportunity to live in England for 3 years, and I saw the Azores, Sicily, Cairo, and Oman while in the military.  MCI took me to places like California, Arizona, New York City, and Washington DC (just to name a few).  I have also been fortunate enough to vacation in a few places like Yellowstone, several spots in Florida, and Freeport, Bahamas.  Interestingly enough, however, I also realized that my 2 favorite places are both in my home state of Tennessee.  Places where my parents took me (often) as a child, Dale Hollow Lake and the Great Smoky Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ta_travelmap" style="width:430px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tripadvisor.com/CommunityMapImage?id=39722973&amp;amp;type=TRIPADVISOR&amp;amp;size=LARGE" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol id="ta_favoritelist" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul id="ta_links"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 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width:435px; margin-top:6px;"&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU'LL SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Produced by JibJab Sendables MovieMaker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Edited by Bob W Boles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father - Danny W Boles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother - Amanda G Boles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kid with Glasses - Andrew G Boles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Brother - Charles D Boles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cameo Appearances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kid with Tongue Stuck to Pole - Aden C Gaskin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teacher - Random Image on JibJab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa - Himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kid in Santa's Lap - Random Image on JibJab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No animals were harmed in the making of this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-5980655063478451656?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/5980655063478451656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=5980655063478451656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/5980655063478451656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/5980655063478451656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2009/11/grandsons-and-bb-guns.html' title='Grandsons and BB Guns'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-7187769994294648838</id><published>2009-11-27T11:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:59:03.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Today is "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Friday_(shopping)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;."  Rest assured, you will NEVER see me within 500 yards of a mall or any other retail store (other than maybe Kroger) on this day.  It's insane.  On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/Bob.W.Boles"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;my Facebook page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, I've seen tons of posts from (female) friends who were up and out shopping at 4:00 AM this morning.  Did I say INSANE already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;To me, this day is just a continuation of yesterday, Thanksgiving.  I have a lot to be thankful for.  Since there are far too many things to list them all, I've created my "top ten" list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Top 10 Things I Am Thankful For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1. God's love, mercy, and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My two Sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My adorable Grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My wonderful Daughter-In-Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Louanne - for keeping me from being homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. All my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Beautiful places like Dale Hollow Lake and the Smoky Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Having a really cool job (just wish I could get more hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Coffee in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Being above ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So, if you are one of those "insane" people who are out shopping today, no offense intended!  It's just not for me.  I hope you find all the great bargains you're looking for, and I hope you have a wonderful day and make it home safe and sound.  If you're like me, I hope you are fortunate enough to be at home, relaxing, and grazing on the leftovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Yesterday, for the first time ever, I cooked an entire Thanksgiving Day dinner.  I love to cook, but I have never attempted to single-handedly prepare a holiday meal.  It has given me a greater appreciation for all the years that I've enjoyed someone else's efforts.  I miss my Mom's cooking.  And my Aunt Rozelle was the greatest cook that ever lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But I decided to give it a shot, and it turned out fairly good!  I had never "roasted" a bird before.  And I had never cooked sweet potatoes.  I can't remember if I'd ever made a green bean casserole before, but you can't really mess up when you use the recipe on the can of French's French Fried Onions.  The cornbread dressing was ready-made, frozen in it's own baking pan.  The gravy was a mix (just add water).  And frozen corn-on-the-cob takes just a few minutes in the microwave.  So it's not like I slaved over the stove for hours and hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SxAE-MPfvAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rN7EBYOCZ88/s320/T-Day+Dinner+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408828618956585986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/27341798-7187769994294648838?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/7187769994294648838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=7187769994294648838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/7187769994294648838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/7187769994294648838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SxAE-MPfvAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rN7EBYOCZ88/s72-c/T-Day+Dinner+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-4965943061321306321</id><published>2009-11-12T10:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:22:57.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Just Get ONE COMMENT???</title><content type='html'>OK, so I haven't posted anything in 6 months.  Who cares?  I've never received a comment on my blog - that I can recall anyway.  Guess I'm not an interesting person.  At least not in the land of blogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the latest news of my exciting life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Still un(der)employed.&lt;/span&gt;  I have a part time gig driving the kiddie train at Town Center Mall.  It's a blast, but I'm doing good to get 18 hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/Svwzwn93wtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3mppSkwuhcU/s1600-h/091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/Svwzwn93wtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3mppSkwuhcU/s320/091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403250563392979666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Still homeless.&lt;/span&gt; Had to give up my apartment in Rome.  I will certainly miss it there, and I will miss all the great friends that I've made over the last few years.  I will miss the traffic (or lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/Svw0-qSV33I/AAAAAAAAAGI/7vnqTDt17C0/s1600-h/RomeApartment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/Svw0-qSV33I/AAAAAAAAAGI/7vnqTDt17C0/s320/RomeApartment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403251904045506418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I get some decent income flowing, I'm dependent upon others to keep me out of a cardboard box under the bridge.  I HATE being in this situation.  However ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm above ground.&lt;/span&gt;  As bad as life may seem, I am still alive and kicking, and refuse to give up faith that things will get better again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm blessed with adorable Grandchildren!&lt;/span&gt;  A lot of people get all uptight about getting older.  I admit, my body is starting to look and feel like an antique, and my mind does 'slip' a little, but there is no greater joy than having Grandkids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/Svw1m-Yw9kI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TGxm0nG0_ok/s1600-h/34970865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/Svw1m-Yw9kI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TGxm0nG0_ok/s320/34970865.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403252596635924034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/Svw16Krn_UI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3dngk9T3uVs/s1600-h/31077128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/Svw16Krn_UI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3dngk9T3uVs/s320/31077128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403252926353767746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-4965943061321306321?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/4965943061321306321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=4965943061321306321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/4965943061321306321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/4965943061321306321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-i-just-get-one-comment.html' title='Can I Just Get ONE COMMENT???'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/Svwzwn93wtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3mppSkwuhcU/s72-c/091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-4017174612736157791</id><published>2009-05-04T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:30:13.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>So . . . Like the new look of my blog? Feel free to comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-4017174612736157791?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/4017174612736157791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=4017174612736157791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/4017174612736157791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/4017174612736157791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-8720080582542306287</id><published>2009-05-03T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:22:07.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't Technology Great!</title><content type='html'>Maybe I will post here more often - I just added BlogWriter Lite to my iTouch &amp; now I can post from the palm of my hand!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-8720080582542306287?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/8720080582542306287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=8720080582542306287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/8720080582542306287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/8720080582542306287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2009/05/isn-technology-great.html' title='Isn&amp;#39;t Technology Great!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-6964372516712213653</id><published>2009-05-03T18:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:44:21.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PS to Last Post</title><content type='html'>I forgot to include links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.JoshTalks.com"&gt;Josh's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ConnectRome.com"&gt;Connect Rome&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.HBCCartersville.org"&gt;Heritage Baptist Church in Cartersville&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any while I'm at it, here's another photo.  Recognize anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vm2xBUg3hPQ/Sf36PnEMrqI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_12JByEyHNc/s400/IMG_7717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vm2xBUg3hPQ/Sf36PnEMrqI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_12JByEyHNc/s400/IMG_7717.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-6964372516712213653?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/6964372516712213653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=6964372516712213653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/6964372516712213653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/6964372516712213653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2009/05/ps-to-last-post.html' title='PS to Last Post'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vm2xBUg3hPQ/Sf36PnEMrqI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_12JByEyHNc/s72-c/IMG_7717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-7308988566501095450</id><published>2009-05-03T18:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:33:46.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Connect Rome</title><content type='html'>aka Church In A Bar, Connect Rome is a fresh new church that just started up recently in Rome, GA.  Since I am currently unable to drive, and unable to attend MY church (Heritage Baptist in Cartersville), I decided last Sunday to visit.  To put things bluntly, this bunch has something going on.  No need to dress up.  Doors open at 10:30 am on Sunday and the worship starts at 11:00 am.  There's coffee and other beverages to enjoy.  The music is great, and Josh is an exciting and effective speaker/pastor who delivered a great message in both of the services I've attended.  On his blog, you can read more about today's worship.  My favorite part today was the mannequin.  I'm can't describe the symbolism very well without preaching the entire sermon, guess you just had to be there!  My best description would be "God's Mercy forgives us for being broken, and his Grace puts us back together, piece by piece."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vm2xBUg3hPQ/Sf36O0rBvPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8S9TlE3p-1c/s400/IMG_7773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vm2xBUg3hPQ/Sf36O0rBvPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8S9TlE3p-1c/s400/IMG_7773.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-7308988566501095450?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/7308988566501095450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=7308988566501095450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/7308988566501095450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/7308988566501095450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2009/05/connect-rome.html' title='Connect Rome'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vm2xBUg3hPQ/Sf36O0rBvPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8S9TlE3p-1c/s72-c/IMG_7773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-437055737087299420</id><published>2009-05-03T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:07:45.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly 2 Years Later . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . here I am back on Blogger.  Oh my how much has happened and changed since my last post.  Not likely that I will replicate things by posting here often, since I am now hooked on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.  My how things have changed in the last couple of decades.  If my Daddy had ever seen the likes of a widescreen HDTV (LCD or Plasma) - I'd love to see his 1st expression!!!  After God and Family, his TV was his most prized possession.  Miss ya Dad.  Of course Mom never had any control over the TV (at least she let him believe that).  Miss ya Mom.  Anyway, for those that know me, look me up on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-437055737087299420?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/437055737087299420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=437055737087299420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/437055737087299420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/437055737087299420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2009/05/newly-2-years-later.html' title='Newly 2 Years Later . . .'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-5929939364454481038</id><published>2007-07-13T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:30:54.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year and 5 Days Later . . .</title><content type='html'>Well, better late than never.  Actually, I've pretty much abandoned this blog because (a) my life is too pitiful to post about and (b) MySpace has pretty much become my default site to keep up with friends and share tidbits about my world.  So . . . if there's anybody out there that has been crazy enough to keep a watch on my blog here, you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bwboles"&gt;My MySpace Page&lt;/a&gt; and find me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-5929939364454481038?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/5929939364454481038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=5929939364454481038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/5929939364454481038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/5929939364454481038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2007/07/year-and-5-days-later.html' title='A Year and 5 Days Later . . .'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-115238227371688041</id><published>2006-07-08T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:35:41.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month Later . . .</title><content type='html'>Yes, an entire month has passed since my last post.  My bad.  Been kinda busy.  I've moved from Louanne's house in Powder Springs up to an apartment in Rome.  The apartment building was built in the 30's, has all hardwood floors, glass door knobs, etc., way cool!  And the best part, it's A 4 MINUTE WALK to my job!  I get to walk home at lunch and Brewster's lovin' it.  Naturally, being the pack-rat that I am, I will spend the next 3-6 months trying to unpack and get settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, because of the move, I currently have no TV or internet access at the new pad, so until that gets taken care of, my postings will be few and far between.  You can, however, keep up with that adorable Grandson of mine by visiting &lt;a href="http://bolesfamily.blogspot.com"&gt;The Boles Family Blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Danny has recently posted a video of Drew chasing him around the house, and a slide show of some recent photos.  Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks from today, I will be in the hometown, attending my 30 Year High School Reunion.  Yes, I am as old as dirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-115238227371688041?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/115238227371688041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=115238227371688041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/115238227371688041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/115238227371688041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/07/month-later.html' title='A Month Later . . .'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114981836024297397</id><published>2006-06-08T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:59:20.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YEEEEEE-HAWW, JESTER'S DEAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/06/08/iraq.al.zarqawi/index.html"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/al-Zarqawi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, so I did borrow a quote from my favorite movie Top Gun, and I did get the idea from my nephew's blog, but what else could be said that is more appropriate?  Click &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/06/08/iraq.al.zarqawi/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or on the photo to the right to read and/or view all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, Zarqawi has been terminated." &lt;br /&gt;                           -  Iraqi Prime Minister Nuri al-Maliki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now Zarqawi has met his end and this violent man will never murder again."   -   President Bush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114981836024297397?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114981836024297397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114981836024297397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114981836024297397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114981836024297397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeeeeee-haww-jesters-dead.html' title='YEEEEEE-HAWW, JESTER&apos;S DEAD!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114974029519387447</id><published>2006-06-07T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:18:15.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew's 1st Birthday - Revisited</title><content type='html'>OK - just so you don't miss it - this is my 2nd post tonight - so BE SURE TO SCROLL DOWN and see the 1st post and meet the Watson Family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on THIS post, I am revisiting my Adorable Grandson's 1st Birthday. Here's a slide show created on &lt;a href="http://RockYou.com"&gt;RockYou.com&lt;/a&gt;. Hat Tip to &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pretty_lady_89/home"&gt;Jaque Watson&lt;/a&gt; - I discovered RockYou.com via her website (which you can visit by clicking on her name, if you haven't already discovered that). Note: you must have &lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash&amp;amp;promoid=BIOW"&gt;Macromedia Flash Player &lt;/a&gt;to view this slide show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=27899754" quality="high"  wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114974029519387447?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114974029519387447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114974029519387447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114974029519387447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114974029519387447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/06/drews-1st-birthday-revisited.html' title='Drew&apos;s 1st Birthday - Revisited'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114973663222501219</id><published>2006-06-07T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:45:53.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrections to Previous Post -          Meet The Watson Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/wedding092703.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/wedding092703.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st &amp; foremost, my apologies to Jaqueline (Jacque) and Dylan for mis-spelling their names in a previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxdm824YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_11_56.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you get to meet The Watson Family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the right is Jacque &amp;amp; Dylan on their Wedding Day, September 27th, 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/Sierra110201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/Sierra110201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little cutie is Sierra, born November 2nd, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/Emily011404.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/Emily011404.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little doll is Emily, born January 14th, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/Ashley121404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/Ashley121404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this little angel is Ashley, born December 14th , 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, daughter #4 is on the way, due in August. Will they keep trying for a boy??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxdm824YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_11_52.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114973663222501219?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114973663222501219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114973663222501219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114973663222501219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114973663222501219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/06/corrections-to-previous-post-meet.html' title='Corrections to Previous Post -          Meet The Watson Family!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114936646590349134</id><published>2006-06-03T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:27:45.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Time?</title><content type='html'>Ok, look over to the left . . . see my new clock?  Well, I got to thinking, who has time to be doing this blog thing anyway?  I mean, I certainly have lots of other more important things I should be doing, you know, like chores.  And when I look at Danny's blog (every day) to see what's knew in his world, it's evident that he has no time either.  So, having said that, I'm off to do some chores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114936646590349134?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114936646590349134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114936646590349134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114936646590349134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114936646590349134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/06/got-time.html' title='Got Time?'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114882367081856413</id><published>2006-05-28T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:18:55.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Bad Brad, The High School Grad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/Brad_Grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/Brad_Grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's now official, I am old as dirt. Not only has my oldest &amp; his beautiful bride made a Grandfather out of me, but now my youngest has graduated from High School. It was not so long ago that I was wiping their little behinds . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am very proud of both of them . . . no, let's say all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While attending the graduation ceremony yesterday, I was fortunate enough to visit with the little angel known as "Jackie" - who is Bradley's older sister - my stepdaughter while married to Bradley's mother. Jackie has grown into a beautiful woman, wife, &amp;amp; mother - mother of three adorable little girls - with the fourth (another girl) on the way. She is married to a fine fellow named Dillon, and they have a nice home in my hometown of Cookeville, Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured above is Jackie, Danny, &amp;amp; Bradley, shortly after the graduation ceremony. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's a short video of Bradley as his name is called, he accepts his diploma, and crosses the stage:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/109776/20060528/064208.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS BRADLEY! I AM VERY PROUD OF YOU! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114882367081856413?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114882367081856413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114882367081856413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114882367081856413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114882367081856413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/05/double-bad-brad-high-school-grad.html' title='Double Bad Brad, The High School Grad!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114755682865531885</id><published>2006-05-13T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:43:09.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/mouths_004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/mouths_004.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my full week off from work has come to an end. Evidently, everything looked "OK" on the "echo" I had on Tuesday since I haven't heard anything since. Had that tooth pulled on Friday morning - it was painful, but it's over. And as expected, the dentist's office hit me up for even &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; money - charged me an additional $40 for the laughing gas without telling me in advance that it was extra. And my guess is, they rarely use it. It took them several attempts to get the gas flowing. When it did finally reach the nose mask, it must have been near 100% because I got real silly real fast. They turned it back down, and I am convinced they shut it completely off. Then the dentist copped attitude with me because I squirmed a bit while he was shoving the 1st needle into my gums. And from that moment on, he showed me no mercy. The 2nd needle went into the roof of my mouth - and felt like he shoved it all the way up into my skull. Can it get any worse? Absolutely! Nothing was numb when he started twisting and tugging at the tooth. I'm not sure, because I had my eyes closed, but I think he may have used a crow bar. The novacain, or whatever it was that he injected with the 3 foot needles, started working about an hour after I &lt;em&gt;left&lt;/em&gt; the place. Between that and the pain pills, I didn't really suffer much &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; that evil tooth was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, the boat has been de-winterized and is ready to hit the water.  There was an unexpected repair, however, which cost an extra $100 + above what I had budgeted for, so unless somebody wants to cover the price of gas . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't a week of vacation supposed to be fun?  Oh well, that old familiar jingle comes to mind when I think about Monday (to the tune of "Hi Ho" from "Snow White"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I owe, I owe, so off to work I go . . . "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114755682865531885?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114755682865531885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114755682865531885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114755682865531885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114755682865531885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/05/vacation-is-over.html' title='Vacation Is Over'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114730528576315362</id><published>2006-05-10T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:41:01.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Danny Wayne Boles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/birthd5.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/200/birthd5.png" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;It's Danny's Birthday today! My oldest (or as &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; father used to say - "my number one son") turned 27 years old today. I was fortunate enough to be on vacation this week, so Danny, Amanda, Drew and I went to lunch to celebrate Danny's Birthday at the new Steak 'n Shake in Acworth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking on my computer to find a picture of Danny, and realized that I have no recent shots of him. In the process, I ran across some old photos, and just couldn't resist putting at least one of them up on my blog. The photo below is of my Father holding Danny when he was somewhere between 1 and 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/InGrandpasArms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/InGrandpasArms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114730528576315362?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114730528576315362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114730528576315362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114730528576315362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114730528576315362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-to-danny-wayne-boles.html' title='Happy Birthday to Danny Wayne Boles!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114720505571944113</id><published>2006-05-09T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:04:15.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins . . OR . . . ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/Avoid%20Stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/Avoid%20Stress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may already know, I am on "vacation" from the job all this week, and the 1st couple of days have been scattered with Doctor &amp;amp; Dentist appointments. I've had some trouble with a tooth for several weeks now, and the Dentist says I need a root canal. Now, the Dentist assured me that there is nothing to it, but I've heard far too many horror stories to believe him. Then, much to my disappointment, I learned that my insurance only pays based on some "schedule" that I have no visibility to. Although the information on the insurance website leads me to believe that the insurance pays 100%, this evidently is not the case. I learned that the root canal (that I don't want to have) will cost ME about $490 out-of-pocket. This is money I just don't have right now. When given my other option, an extraction, which will cost me about $49 out-of-pocket, well, let's just say I had no choice but to opt for the "hillbilly grin." Old age really bites, then your teeth falls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, guess you're curious about the title to this post "Twins . . OR . . . ???" Well, it was time for the "one year after the surgery" echo today. The gal at the Cardiologist's office who performed the test did not speak very good English. Not sure if she was German or Russian or what. So, you know me, I like to joke and kid around, and in this case, was expecting to totally confuse this lady. So while lying there, as she moved the 'sensor' around my chest, I asked "Well . . is it a boy or a girl?" She, without any hesitation, said "It's both." So the title . . am I having twins, or some bizarre "combo" creature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so you can rest assured, I am not quitting my job to do stand up . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114720505571944113?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114720505571944113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114720505571944113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114720505571944113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114720505571944113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/05/twins-or.html' title='Twins . . OR . . . ???'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114704105652656018</id><published>2006-05-07T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T17:30:56.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew is Officially Vertical!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bolesfamily.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-whos-walking.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Drew is Officially Vertical!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bolesfamily.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-whos-walking.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; to follow the link to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bolesfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Danny's Blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and see a video clip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114704105652656018?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114704105652656018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114704105652656018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114704105652656018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114704105652656018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/05/drew-is-officially-vertical.html' title='Drew is Officially Vertical!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114697114739063567</id><published>2006-05-06T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:05:47.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aden Christopher Gaskin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/Picture%20028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/200/Picture%20028.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Louanne's Grandson, Aden Christopher Gaskin, celebrated his 3rd Birthday today at Acworth Lake Park, along with his Mom (Candace), Dad (Ian), "Nee" (Louanne), PaPa &amp; MeMaw (John &amp;amp; Van Gaskin, Ian's parents &amp; Aden's Grandparents), and many more friends &amp;amp; family.  Aden received lots of cool presents, including a "multi-pack" of water pistols.  It wasn't long after he opened them that the "older kids" were filling them with ice water from the coolers.  Once all the melted H20 had been used up, bottled water became the weapon of choice.  Needless to say, we all got soaked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114697114739063567?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114697114739063567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114697114739063567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114697114739063567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114697114739063567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-3rd-birthdaytoaden-christopher.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114662288819269664</id><published>2006-05-02T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:16:02.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Beautiful For Spacious Skies . . .</title><content type='html'>As mentioned in a previous post, I attended the "Angels Over Atlanta" Air Show this weekend.  I managed to capture several really cool video clips with Louanne's camera.  This one is my favorite clip, and I am thrilled to share it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/109776/20060430/150034.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Video Hosting&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114662288819269664?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114662288819269664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114662288819269664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114662288819269664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114662288819269664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-beautiful-for-spacious-skies.html' title='Oh Beautiful For Spacious Skies . . .'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114662207039560163</id><published>2006-05-02T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:12:11.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos of Drew Now Playing Right Here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally! I must give credit where credit was due . . . I consulted with Danny to get some insight on how to post video and . . . WALA! I hope you enjoy watching these!  Please note, both of these videos were taken with my cell phone, so when played from the windows below, the quality is a bit distorted.  If you were to download the video and play it with Microsoft Windows Media Player, set for "normal size" - the quality is much sharper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this first video, Drew tears into his 1st Birthday Cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/109776/20060430/003438.flv&amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Hosting&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, Paw Paw, I can walk now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/109776/20060430/005000.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Hosting&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114662207039560163?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114662207039560163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114662207039560163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114662207039560163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114662207039560163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/05/videos-of-drew-now-playing-right-here.html' title='Videos of Drew Now Playing Right Here!!!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114645138142889991</id><published>2006-04-30T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:43:01.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/blue-landing-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/blue-landing-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another great performance in this weekend's Airshow was by &lt;a href="http://www.racingt-6.com/"&gt;Mary Dilda&lt;/a&gt; in her T-6  - "Two of Hearts" affectionately known as "Blue."  I am especially fond of these awesome little planes because I was fortunate enough to take a ride in one a few years ago.  The T-6 "Texan" is a two-place advanced trainer, built by North American Aviation. The T-6 first flew in 1940, and was the training aircraft for most of the Allied pilots who flew in World War II.  The T-6 that I rode in was built in 1942!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114645138142889991?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114645138142889991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114645138142889991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114645138142889991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114645138142889991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-great-performance-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114645032387733127</id><published>2006-04-30T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:25:23.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/HPIM0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/HPIM0822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend, I had the opportunity to attend &lt;a href="http://www.cni.navy.mil/Atlanta/AirShow/Index.htm"&gt;"Angels Over Atlanta"&lt;/a&gt; - a two day Airshow featuring the &lt;a href="http://www.blueangels.navy.mil/"&gt;US NAVY BLUE ANGELS&lt;/a&gt; Flight Demonstration Squadron.  All I can say is WOW!  Most of you know that I spent 7 years in the US AIR FORCE and that I have always had a great fondness of fighter jets.  And yes, my favorite all time movie is Top Gun.  Anyway, here's one of the photos I shot today.  I also managed to record some great video shots too!  Just wish I could figure out how to post them on my Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114645032387733127?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114645032387733127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114645032387733127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114645032387733127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114645032387733127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-weekend-i-had-opportunity-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114644688378724519</id><published>2006-04-30T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:28:03.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm, dats some real good 1st Birthday Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No doubt about it, I am one PROUD GRANDPA - and you can rest assured that you will see lots and lots of pictures of my ADORABLE GRANDSON on this site!  Here, Drew (Andrew Graham Boles) plows into his 1st Birthday Cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114644688378724519?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114644688378724519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114644688378724519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114644688378724519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114644688378724519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/04/mmmm-dats-some-real-good-1st-birthday.html' title='Mmmm, dats some real good 1st Birthday Cake!'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341798.post-114644515943045791</id><published>2006-04-30T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:01:57.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get this started . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/1600/picturephoneshot060904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7853/2872/320/picturephoneshot060904.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome! Although I've been tinkering with PCs, the 'net, and websites for many years, I have to admit that I'm clueless about blogs. After seeing that my oldest son, Danny, had established 3 blogs recently (see my list of favorite blogs once I figure out how to put it on here), I had to give it a shot too. You know, the old man's got to prove his technological superiority here! Anyway, the truth is, at the time I launched this thing (and typed this 1st posting), I didn't even know what blog meant, much less how to start one. Maybe by the time you read this, I'll have it figured out, and it will be worth your time to be here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27341798-114644515943045791?l=bobboles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/feeds/114644515943045791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27341798&amp;postID=114644515943045791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114644515943045791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27341798/posts/default/114644515943045791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobboles.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-get-this-started.html' title='Let&apos;s get this started . . . .'/><author><name>Bob Boles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844777989619259952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0EQ6Wtzr9Y/SpvGRo0mtyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqHYUWWJGhM/S220/papa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
