<?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-4117989030363529414</id><updated>2012-01-13T09:17:11.137-06:00</updated><category term='New Year'/><category term='Lent ; Giving it up'/><title type='text'>Windrock and Dirt</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some random writings about stuff.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-2349237164067212552</id><published>2012-01-13T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:12:02.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Athlete? No, just a runner, thank you.</title><summary type='text'>   I started running while in college. I was encouraged by my friend Al, who as a ROTC student was required to do these "PT" test deals. So every once in a while he would say, "We gotta go run, PT next week!" and we would go. Starting at the Freddy dorm on the SMS campus, we would make a 3 mile loop around Phelps Grove Park, and would come to a wheezing finish. I waited for Al to do other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2349237164067212552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2012/01/athlete-no-just-runner-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2349237164067212552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2349237164067212552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2012/01/athlete-no-just-runner-thank-you.html' title='Athlete? No, just a runner, thank you.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1576562038617507976</id><published>2011-12-12T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:37:28.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmastime is Here!</title><summary type='text'>Another Christmas(time). 

Time to anticipate, calculate, meditate, pontificate, hesitate, communicate, demonstrate, and celebrate!

Anticipate: Advent is at the mid-point. What great adventure lies ahead?

Calculate: Check your budget and your commitments. Enough money? Enough time? Enough energy?

Meditate: What's Christmas really about? Maybe a good time to watch "A Charlie Brown Christmas." 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1576562038617507976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmastime-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1576562038617507976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1576562038617507976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmastime-is-here.html' title='Christmastime is Here!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-5875485124873019583</id><published>2011-10-20T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:56:10.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I "Heart" Technology!</title><summary type='text'>   I love technology. Yes, sometimes it is frustrating, and I admit I have very little understanding of how my fingers on this keyboard cause 0's and 1's to show up as letters. The fact that I know it involves 0's and 1's I know puts me far ahead of many in my generation (the mid-boomers). As write (or is it type) this blog, I'm listening to Neil Diamond  (which version of Cherry Cherry is my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/5875485124873019583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-heart-technology.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/5875485124873019583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/5875485124873019583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-heart-technology.html' title='I &quot;Heart&quot; Technology!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1912024077046530001</id><published>2011-10-06T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:19:31.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guts!</title><summary type='text'>    Tuesday, an autumn afternoon, the shadows are long along the tree line, the timing clock reads 11:36 as the 25th runner crosses the blue mat finish line in a field along the 4 lane highway.
   The runner a 7th grader, took off at the sound of the gun with about a hundred other boys, 7th and 8th graders. The crack of the starting pistol started  the stampede, and very quickly the leaders, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1912024077046530001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/10/guts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1912024077046530001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1912024077046530001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/10/guts.html' title='Guts!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1160943570606494789</id><published>2011-03-17T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:22:09.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Lilies</title><summary type='text'>I grew up here in the Ozarks. My people are a mix of Scotch-Irish, probably some German and according to family legend Cherokee. My particular tribe were and are hard working people, who make work for a living and sometimes make work, just because they like to work.
We did live in an isolated holler in the hills, but my folks still talk the way their parents did, which to some is pretty hillbilly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1160943570606494789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/easter-lilies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1160943570606494789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1160943570606494789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/easter-lilies.html' title='Easter Lilies'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1931001760875790369</id><published>2011-03-15T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:13:37.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headline of the Day! Daylight is Saved!</title><summary type='text'>So here we are day 3 of Daylight Savings Time, or CDST or some other acronym. Any body notice that it was still dark at 7am? I really don't get this whole concept. I used to think it made a difference, but now, I just dont' see it. Sure, because it got dark later I was able to get a 4 mile run in after work, actually after 6pm and still get back to the hotel before dark, dark.. But this morning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1931001760875790369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/headline-of-day-daylight-is-saved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1931001760875790369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1931001760875790369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/headline-of-day-daylight-is-saved.html' title='Headline of the Day! Daylight is Saved!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1286791749422704124</id><published>2011-03-14T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:09:34.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Randomness of Spring.</title><summary type='text'>Officially, on the calendar, Spring (with a capital S) is little over a month away. But if you have been by any of the big discount stores, you would think it is time to plant any and everything. The weather on Friday and Saturday were surely harbingers of the solstice to come, but the scattering of all types of weather on Sunday (thunder, wind, and hail) and Monday (rain, sleet, and snow and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1286791749422704124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/randomness-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1286791749422704124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1286791749422704124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/randomness-of-spring.html' title='The Randomness of Spring.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-5431379458421399904</id><published>2011-03-12T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:41:05.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short, no matter how long you're here!</title><summary type='text'>      It was a beautiful day. Spent the morning with Regina, morning date day, brunch at Scamblers and then some shopping at CPO. I was really enjoying the whole "spring is in the air thing" until about 4pm when I happened to look at my email and there was a link to the Springfield News Leader paper obituaries and a note from my just retired friend, Dennis, saying a Kraft retiree, Frank,  who I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/5431379458421399904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-short-no-matter-how-long-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/5431379458421399904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/5431379458421399904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-short-no-matter-how-long-youre.html' title='Life is short, no matter how long you&apos;re here!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-691973298275970581</id><published>2011-03-11T06:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T06:15:57.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future is Closer Than You Think.</title><summary type='text'>      Last night I had the privilege to attend the retirement reception of  a close friend and co-worker Dennis Scharpf. As I sat listening to stories of people who had known him longer than me, I realized that the future both he and I had always talked about was here, at least for him. The time when work would not be the dominating theme of life, when vacation days would be like all other days, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/691973298275970581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/future-is-closer-than-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/691973298275970581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/691973298275970581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/future-is-closer-than-you-think.html' title='The Future is Closer Than You Think.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-8822971727746237776</id><published>2011-03-10T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:00:11.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Days (and Sundays) and counting...</title><summary type='text'>Ash Wednesday: Beginning of Lent. 40 days(plus Sundays) of change. For many giving something up. For others adding something. In both cases, the end is in sight, only 39 more days until.....
I wonder if when Jesus went into the wilderness after his baptism, he received a memo from God,   "Head for the wilderness, see you in about 40 days (plus Sabbaths)?
We probably believe that Jesus knew what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8822971727746237776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/40-days-and-sundays-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8822971727746237776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8822971727746237776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/40-days-and-sundays-and-counting.html' title='40 Days (and Sundays) and counting...'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-2195666782902079856</id><published>2011-03-09T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:50:22.101-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent ; Giving it up'/><title type='text'>40 Days (and Sundays)</title><summary type='text'>Today is Ash Wednesday, 2011, March 9. It's really late for Lent to start and the next 40 days (and Sundays) can be a great spiritual experience, or not. Many people on Facebook and other sharing places have been discussing, stating and pondering just what Lent is to them. What they should or will give up, or what they may add to their busy schedules in order to have a time of closer contact with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2195666782902079856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/40-days-and-sundays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2195666782902079856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2195666782902079856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/03/40-days-and-sundays.html' title='40 Days (and Sundays)'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-5830607031200713713</id><published>2011-02-09T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:23:46.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days.</title><summary type='text'>Windrock Log: 9 February 2011, Wednesday.
Another snow day.
Need more be said.
The yard and the field are beautiful with a fresh layer (4 inches) of new whiteness.
   Does getting older take the thrill out of challenging the elements to get to work to do important tasks, like selling another box of macaroni and cheese? I think so.
   My "like" meter for snow doesn't go very high anymore. I did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/5830607031200713713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/5830607031200713713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/5830607031200713713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-8742887361590732290</id><published>2011-01-03T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:56:22.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New.......</title><summary type='text'>Clean slate, blank sheet of paper, fresh start, unplowed ground. Any one of these phrases may have crossed your lips in the last week. We maybe looking forward to 2011 as a chance to put behind anything, or all things that have not been easy, have been messy, have been stressful or just have been unnecessary. But the truth is that after 55 years of living this life, I have found who I am right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8742887361590732290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8742887361590732290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8742887361590732290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new.html' title='New Year, New.......'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1656515053512422890</id><published>2011-01-01T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:53:04.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>The minimum to wish you all!
May 2011 be all you wish for, all you can do and all you can be for yourself and others.
Peace my friends.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1656515053512422890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1656515053512422890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1656515053512422890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-6157650351770063354</id><published>2010-12-04T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:00:47.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode I:  The Miracle of Christmas.</title><summary type='text'>     It's the Christmas season, but hurry, it ends soon. All the bargains, all the treats, all the opportunities to watch your favorite holiday shows or travel to see your favorite light display, they soon will be gone. Hurry, the time is short.
     In Branson Missouri there are theaters of every kind. One in particular does spectacular productions of a few Bible stories, and it being the season</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6157650351770063354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/12/episode-i-miracle-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/6157650351770063354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/6157650351770063354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/12/episode-i-miracle-of-christmas.html' title='Episode I:  The Miracle of Christmas.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-926727170705839204</id><published>2010-09-24T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:16:38.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Mountain High</title><summary type='text'>Back in 1972, I purchased the album "Rocky Mountain High" by John Denver. I still have that LP, it's a little scratched and fuzzy sounding, well actually, I have 2 copies, and one is still pretty good. I thought the title song was the coolest song ever, and still do. There's something in the words, to me, that talk about getting a clear vision of life, of your life, and following that dream. 
We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/926727170705839204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/09/rocky-mountain-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/926727170705839204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/926727170705839204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/09/rocky-mountain-high.html' title='Rocky Mountain High'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-8241833361822170775</id><published>2010-09-06T05:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T05:48:28.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A vacation day in Kansas.</title><summary type='text'>A week in Colorado, the perfect escape from a hot dry summer here in the Ozarks. It had been several years since we had visited our other favorite state. We made plans and the last week of August we headed west,a full 7 days of being gone. 
We always allow one day to get across Kansas, and it seems no matter which route we take it takes about the same amount of time:hours and hours. 
I had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8241833361822170775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/09/vacation-day-in-kansas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8241833361822170775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8241833361822170775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/09/vacation-day-in-kansas.html' title='A vacation day in Kansas.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-2118760185346598637</id><published>2010-06-29T06:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T06:22:43.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relight the Pilot Light!</title><summary type='text'>When I was a kid, my dad's parents were just moving into the modern age. I can remember when they didn't have an indoor bathroom, got water from a well ,had one of those huge console radios that was as tall as a 7 year old, heated their house with a wood stove, and fact, they not only had a wood stove in their living room, but also a wood cook stove.They didn't even have a car. Going to their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2118760185346598637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/06/relight-pilot-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2118760185346598637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2118760185346598637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/06/relight-pilot-light.html' title='Relight the Pilot Light!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-4837816246124574484</id><published>2010-04-28T05:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T05:52:00.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Meaningful</title><summary type='text'>Lest I forget, here's some more about my Oklahoma half marathon experience that really makes it more than a race. I use that term loosely in my case, for by the time I finish, all the "racers" have had their massage, shower and lunch, but I digress. 
  The Oklahoma Memorial Marathon is billed as "A Run to Remember." The remembrance,is not referring to me remembering what a good time I had, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4837816246124574484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-meaningful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/4837816246124574484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/4837816246124574484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-meaningful.html' title='Something Meaningful'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-5151471452356046918</id><published>2010-04-26T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:58:56.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>168 Seconds.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I ran in the Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon. This is my 7th time of traveling the 5 hours to run either the full marathon (26.2 miles 3 times) or the half (13.1 miles, 4 times). My first year was 2003 and it was the 3rd year of the event. That year there were about 4000 participants. We lined up before daylight on a windy Sunday morning after hearing an inspirational sermon, and music </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/5151471452356046918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/04/168-seconds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/5151471452356046918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/5151471452356046918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/04/168-seconds.html' title='168 Seconds.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1962759437534991663</id><published>2010-02-21T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:38:25.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Solar Life</title><summary type='text'>"Sunshine On My Shoulders", "You Are the Sunshine of My Life", "You Are My Sunshine", "Sunny" and the list goes on. All these songs about sunshine. Why? What is it about sunshine that makes us want to sing? 
It's been a dreary and cold winter here in the Ozarks, below average temperatures, more snow than we've seen in a couple of years and a general "blah" feeling has seemed to grip me and others</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1962759437534991663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/02/solar-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1962759437534991663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1962759437534991663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/02/solar-life.html' title='A Solar Life'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-6763383292585968606</id><published>2010-02-14T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:47:04.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, little Snowbird take me with you!</title><summary type='text'>Remember that song about the snowbird. "take me with you, to the land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow.."? Well, we went there last week, it's called Arizona and it was great. Our first winter vacation and now it's easy to see how addictive living in those gentle breezes can be. 
Did we want to leave? No, well, yes, well.It was after all, a vacation, and tomorrow the real world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6763383292585968606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-little-snowbird-take-me-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/6763383292585968606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/6763383292585968606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-little-snowbird-take-me-with-you.html' title='Oh, little Snowbird take me with you!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-8231241068592369597</id><published>2010-01-15T17:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:00:01.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running around.</title><summary type='text'>End of the week and my mind is running around from one random thought to another and one of the thoughts is literally about running. It's been Toooo Cold and it's been Toooo crazy around here and so since January 1, I have ran almost NO MILES. No real surprise, it happens every year it seems. December and the holidays and cold, short, dark days hit and I almost become a "used to be" runner. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8231241068592369597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/01/running-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8231241068592369597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8231241068592369597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/01/running-around.html' title='Running around.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-5038458441217718772</id><published>2010-01-12T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:58:33.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check your dashboard.</title><summary type='text'>"I checked my dashboard and Bill has me going to....." is the message on my email Monday morning, from someone I work with. The dashboard being the location on the computer to find out where to work next week.
Being a child of the 1950's growing up in the 1960's and 1970's, the moment I read the word "dashboard" the image of the instrument panel of my very first car leaps to my mind. I can't help</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/5038458441217718772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/01/check-your-dashboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/5038458441217718772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/5038458441217718772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/01/check-your-dashboard.html' title='Check your dashboard.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-7509650446334855987</id><published>2010-01-06T06:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:54:00.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Location, location, location.</title><summary type='text'>For Christmas my family got me a great unexpected gift. A GPS(Global Positioning System?) Garmin device to wear on my wrist when I'm out running, hiking or just walking around. This really cool gadget that is totally unnecessary to have a successful run. It measures my pace, my time, my heart rate and distance. When I get home, I can download the information and get a detailed a computer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/7509650446334855987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/01/location-location-location.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/7509650446334855987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/7509650446334855987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2010/01/location-location-location.html' title='Location, location, location.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-795934575053932238</id><published>2009-12-02T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:25:02.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!?</title><summary type='text'>I love the seasonal song Sleigh Ride, it is such a fun tune and singing along with "You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch" in the car makes Regina roll her eyes, but I love that song, it is so clever. But I must say that the most uplifting song of the season is "It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!" sung by Andy Williams (nobody else does it as well. Johnny Mathis...please..) The tune and the words </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/795934575053932238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/795934575053932238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/795934575053932238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!?'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-8527257874621774050</id><published>2009-11-18T20:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:08:50.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be renewed this Advent Season.</title><summary type='text'>"God our Father, give to the nations of the world a new heart of comradeship, the old man of ignorance and cruelty being done away, and the new man put on, renewed in knowledge, to strengthen and to serve the brethren; that every people may bring its tribute of excellence to the common treasury, without fear, and without the lust of domination, and all the world may go forward in the new and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8527257874621774050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-our-father-give-to-nations-of-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8527257874621774050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8527257874621774050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-our-father-give-to-nations-of-world.html' title='Be renewed this Advent Season.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-110504455005815478</id><published>2009-11-16T19:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:28:35.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old...New....Now...</title><summary type='text'>On October 8, 2009, our newest grandson was born, Jaxon Scott. His proud mom and dad, Tonya and Jason are joyful and grateful for his arrival. I say, good timing Jaxon, we needed you to complete the family and now it's Christmas, your first Christmas. We can't wait, you might even get a hula hoop....    New grandson, old grandpa.   Old and new are two 3 letter words that are so very powerful, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/110504455005815478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/11/oldnewnow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/110504455005815478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/110504455005815478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/11/oldnewnow.html' title='Old...New....Now...'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-8818533387901707643</id><published>2009-09-15T20:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:57:32.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hour.</title><summary type='text'>" Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the Lord his God." Psalms 146, vs 5 KJV  Nearly every week I am in some town other than the one I call home. As I drive around searching for a grocery store that I am supposed to work in, I pass many places that have on their marquee's "Happy Hour" begins at such and such time. Fast food places like Sonic, Arby's and others </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8818533387901707643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8818533387901707643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8818533387901707643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-hour.html' title='Happy Hour.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1035711733367777703</id><published>2009-08-25T14:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:35:46.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling leaves</title><summary type='text'>I'm here in my office, looking out the window at a glorious August afternoon. Slight breeze and full blue sky with August sun. And as I look I see it, just a glimpse, but it's there.....FALL!Yes, school is back in session, a sign of fall, the stores have summer clearance sales, a sign of fall, and the temperatures have cooled to the 50's at night and the 70's during the day, signs of fall. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1035711733367777703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-here-in-my-office-looking-out-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1035711733367777703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1035711733367777703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-here-in-my-office-looking-out-window.html' title='Falling leaves'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-4526305133564762073</id><published>2009-08-19T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:51:48.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD part 2</title><summary type='text'>Because my last post was title "WWJD part 1, this must be part 2.The initials mean What Would Jesus Do. And it seems everyday I find myself wondering just that. The problem is I only think it and usually do not do anything about it. How about you?I pass a homeless person on the overpass with a sign and I give him no money.I am not paying attention to my driving and instead of letting someone out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4526305133564762073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/08/wwjd-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/4526305133564762073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/4526305133564762073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/08/wwjd-part-2.html' title='WWJD part 2'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-2161791666703333622</id><published>2009-08-04T20:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:14:58.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD part 1</title><summary type='text'>  I met John last year when I signed up to run a 25k trail run, my first one. John is an active member of the local multi-sports club. This is a bunch of people who not only run, swim and bike but  do so  just about anywhere, just about anytime and in just about any combination of the three.   Anyway, I signed up and got an email about a training group that was forming, and a meeting that would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2161791666703333622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/08/wwjd-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2161791666703333622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2161791666703333622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/08/wwjd-part-1.html' title='WWJD part 1'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-8310780005770193109</id><published>2009-07-27T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:22:10.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to be continued....part 2</title><summary type='text'> Don't you hate it when this happens. You are watching your favorite TV show and it's really good. A commercial comes on, you glance at the time and realize that there's no way the story is going to be resolved in the next 5 minutes, dang it. So you watch and sure enough the final scene fades to black and those haunting words come on the screen "to be continued..."! Have you considered that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8310780005770193109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-continuedpart-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8310780005770193109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8310780005770193109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-continuedpart-2.html' title='to be continued....part 2'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-6695717614113944579</id><published>2009-07-26T06:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:44:40.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Tour?</title><summary type='text'>If you want to watch any Tour stuff, you can see it at www.vs.com.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6695717614113944579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/6695717614113944579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/6695717614113944579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-tour.html' title='Where&apos;s the Tour?'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1628797882444336556</id><published>2009-07-26T05:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:43:41.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why isn't Lance winning?</title><summary type='text'>It's almost over,  the 2009 Tour de France. Like my wife, many of you roll your eyes and say "Who cares?" We as Americans are especially bored with it this year, because although our hero, Lance Armstrong, is back in the fray, he's not winning. Nearly every sports cast I have heard has reported this news with a sad sounding and exasperated tone. Why isn't Lance winning. If you are paying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1628797882444336556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-isnt-lance-winning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1628797882444336556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1628797882444336556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-isnt-lance-winning.html' title='Why isn&apos;t Lance winning?'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-2058241974858447320</id><published>2009-07-08T21:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:33:23.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it Fresh!</title><summary type='text'>The other day I was in need of some new t-shirts. Regular white, wear under your regular shirt, t-shirts. So while we were at our favorite department store (not Wal-Mart) I picked up a package of 3 white, cotton, v-neck t-shirts. Hanes ComfortSoft Tops.I did not realize until I got home and opened the package, what a miracle of technology underwear packaging had become. Much to my surprise I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2058241974858447320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-it-fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2058241974858447320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2058241974858447320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-it-fresh.html' title='Keep it Fresh!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1945876746253466758</id><published>2009-07-05T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:48:29.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get small.....</title><summary type='text'>For the past 15 years we have lived in one of the fastest growing counties, not only in Missouri, but in the country, and for nine of those years, we  lived in one of the fastest growing towns in that county. During those years the church we attended more than doubled in size.  Today, Regina started her new position as the pastor of the Golden City United Methodist Church, in Golden City Mo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1945876746253466758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-small.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1945876746253466758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1945876746253466758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-small.html' title='Let&apos;s get small.....'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-2083778093840338868</id><published>2009-07-03T07:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:54:52.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Freedom</title><summary type='text'>It's the 3rd of July! Another year passed, another summer here. More hot, humid days and nights to come. Vacations, summer school is over, Vacation Bible School is here, baseball season in full swing. Time to head to the creek or the pool. Pull weeds, pick corn, tomatoes and eat all the watermelon you can hold. Time to celebrate...wait, one more day for the official Independence Day celebration, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2083778093840338868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2083778093840338868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2083778093840338868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-freedom.html' title='Fourth Freedom'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-2458850149269369425</id><published>2009-06-24T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:22:33.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy, could you spare some change?</title><summary type='text'>It's the last week of my wife working as the associate pastor at Ozark United Methodist Church. On July 1 she will become the pastor of the Golden City United Methodist Church in Golden City MO.Obviously her life is changing significantly, but in this marriage thing, so will mine.What is changing? Well, other than a new location to worship, and not seeing all our friends at OUMC and meeting new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2458850149269369425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/06/buddy-could-you-spare-some-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2458850149269369425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2458850149269369425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/06/buddy-could-you-spare-some-change.html' title='Buddy, could you spare some change?'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-8596525077171959726</id><published>2009-06-16T05:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:41:41.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things add up.</title><summary type='text'>Little things add up. Logical, reasonable and rational. Pennies add up to dollars, single stones picked up in a bucket add weight until you can't lift it. 34 weeks of Disciple Bible study adding up to a changed relationship with God and others.  5 nights of Vacation Bible School that creates a bond between kids and between kids and adults. Short 3 mile runs that add up to a 1000 miles in a year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8596525077171959726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-things-add-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8596525077171959726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8596525077171959726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-things-add-up.html' title='Little things add up.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1750629112111723822</id><published>2009-05-23T06:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:17:58.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To be continued:.....</title><summary type='text'> Don't you hate it when this happens. You are watching your favorite TV show and it's really good. A commercial comes on, you glance at the time and realize that there's no way the story is going to be resolved in the next 5 minutes, dang it. So you watch and sure enough the final scene fades to black and those haunting words come on the screen "to be continued..."! Have you considered that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1750629112111723822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1750629112111723822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1750629112111723822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-continued.html' title='To be continued:.....'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-9048338882850022500</id><published>2009-05-20T21:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T05:46:35.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers of God and Grandkids.</title><summary type='text'>Six years ago we moved "back to the country" to this 3 acres of wind, rock and thin dirt that we have dubbed "Windrock", sometimes Windrock Gardens. It was 10 year old house with a mostly grass driveway and landscaping that consisted of one 4 x 8 flower bed with some dying roses, a half dead small tree in the backyard and a oil change gravel pit right out the side door of the garage. This whole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/9048338882850022500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/05/flowers-of-god-and-grandkids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/9048338882850022500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/9048338882850022500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/05/flowers-of-god-and-grandkids.html' title='Flowers of God and Grandkids.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-4261488180038688222</id><published>2009-04-29T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:18.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Springing to Mind</title><summary type='text'>There are lots of things that spring brings to my mind. Random things mind you. Things that are of significance but maybe not of extreme importance. From the abyss, that is my brain, mind or soul here's a list, random and perhaps ridiculous. Respond by adding to it if you wish.Springing to mind here in Spring"Leaves, learning to ride a bike with only "coaster brakes", planting, transplanting, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4261488180038688222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/04/springing-to-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/4261488180038688222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/4261488180038688222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/04/springing-to-mind.html' title='Springing to Mind'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-9011634660387909593</id><published>2009-04-05T07:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:30:47.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! Warning Will Robinson!</title><summary type='text'>"Don't run with scissors, don't look directly into the sun..EVER, always stay one step ahead of everyone, "This is a test of the emergency broadcast system, this is just a test!" "A tornado (thunderstorm, flash flood , frost, freeze, wind chill, fire hazard, blizzard, lightning) WARNING has been announced by .....fill in the blank. Remember the robot on the TV show Lost is Space who was so highly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/9011634660387909593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning-warning-will-robinson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/9011634660387909593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/9011634660387909593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning-warning-will-robinson.html' title='Warning! Warning Will Robinson!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-3870796141693544889</id><published>2009-03-28T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:20:49.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earth(worms) Beneath My Feet.</title><summary type='text'>Wow! Spring is here and as March marches out like  cold hearted Empire Stormtroopers, I find myself constantly looking down. Down at the grass that already needs a mowing, down at flowers that I feel are just a little too anxious to get started and down at my favorite underground animal ( yes I said animal!) the tiller of the soil, the earthworm.   All this rain has brought these dirt munching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3870796141693544889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/03/earthworms-beneath-my-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/3870796141693544889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/3870796141693544889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/03/earthworms-beneath-my-feet.html' title='The Earth(worms) Beneath My Feet.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1257660045759594267</id><published>2009-03-19T06:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:07:19.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March (Spring) Madness</title><summary type='text'>In most of the world, a season change is imminent, for us here in the northern hemisphere of the West, tomorrow is the first day of Spring! Yes! There is much celebration, the media continually talks about March Madness, talk of seeding and brackets are everywhere in print and in the air. All this talk just because its the first day of....wait the NCAA tournament!? This is the most important time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1257660045759594267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-spring-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1257660045759594267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1257660045759594267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-spring-madness.html' title='March (Spring) Madness'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-1971215666654964303</id><published>2009-03-15T21:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:53:12.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an Amateur</title><summary type='text'>Amateur: 1; a person who engages in a pursuit for pleasure and not as a profession. 2: a person who is not an expert.  I'm such an amateur.The definition certainly does draw an bold line to separate this amateur from the professional, and it almost sounds like, well a person who is amateur is not going to be very good at whatever pursuit they are engaging in.Ah, but if you look at Websters source</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1971215666654964303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-amateur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1971215666654964303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/1971215666654964303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-amateur.html' title='Confessions of an Amateur'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-8553801090945715013</id><published>2009-03-02T06:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:12:17.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Optimist.</title><summary type='text'>"Concrete is heavy; iron is hard--but the grass will prevail. " Edward AbbeyMarch 2, 2009, 18 days until Spring, when the grass will prevail....again! But as I look out my window this morning the remnants of Saturdays cold front that carried 3 inches of snow for us and up to a foot for folks farther east, still is piled in places protected from the weak, but strengthening sun. Today the high temp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8553801090945715013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/03/eternal-optimist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8553801090945715013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/8553801090945715013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/03/eternal-optimist.html' title='Eternal Optimist.'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-7865973609931824956</id><published>2009-02-09T06:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:21:09.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod therefore iAm</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever get a song stuck in your head? You know like.....wait, I won't do that to you. But you know what I mean. A song in your head that interrupts the background noise of your life. It may even be a song that you like. Anyway this stuck song thing got me to thinking about background music. To be specific, the background music of my life.  I remember a comic strip, probably from the '60's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/7865973609931824956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/02/ipod-therefore-iam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/7865973609931824956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/7865973609931824956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/02/ipod-therefore-iam.html' title='iPod therefore iAm'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-2796673640136547276</id><published>2009-02-04T18:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:19:37.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Do Do Lookin' Out My Front Door!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have to admit it, I am one with the Facebook nation, who reportedly, number in the millions. And on Facebook I have reconnected with some old friends, avoided others and sought still more.  In my Facebook world the "25 Things About Me" list has been circulating. This is an invitation to list 25 things about yourself, and you choose what they are. Following close behind are other lists </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2796673640136547276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-do-do-lookin-out-my-front-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2796673640136547276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2796673640136547276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-do-do-lookin-out-my-front-door.html' title='Do Do Do Lookin&apos; Out My Front Door!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-2796172394524555120</id><published>2009-01-24T06:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:03:30.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down, your're moving too fast....</title><summary type='text'>January 2009: The wind is blowing 30 mph, the real temperature is 17 degrees F, it is typical January. Yesterday it was 53 degrees at noon, by 6pm it was 36. But I don't have the blues about any of this.  While on Facebook, Regina (the lovely wife) noticed some friends posted they  were going hiking. With this inspiration, we decided to ditch plans to work around the house (I had taken a vacation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2796172394524555120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/01/slow-down-yourre-moving-too-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2796172394524555120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/2796172394524555120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/01/slow-down-yourre-moving-too-fast.html' title='Slow down, your&apos;re moving too fast....'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-976288961018914620</id><published>2009-01-17T12:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:01:16.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Mr. President and some change..</title><summary type='text'>As a nation, we are just a couple of days from a historic event. A new President. All the news channels are abuzz about just how HISTORIC the swearing in of Obama will be. There will be change, yes there will be, you betcha! But this blog is not about politics, it is today about observations of change.This morning my wife and I watched our 5 year old grandson play his very first basketball game. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/976288961018914620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-mr-president-and-some-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/976288961018914620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/976288961018914620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-mr-president-and-some-change.html' title='A new Mr. President and some change..'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-3501510550742700703</id><published>2009-01-06T06:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:24:55.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Flea Markets and Landfills</title><summary type='text'>Today is Tuesday, trash day. Of all the events that have importance on the weekly calendar, Tuesday cannot be missed. The big truck comes by around 8:30 or 9am, stops for maybe a minute and carries off what has taken a week to collect. In the last year or so we have become more intentional in recycling and so if we miss a week of feeding the trash truck, our trash can will have room for another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3501510550742700703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-flea-markets-and-landfills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/3501510550742700703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/3501510550742700703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-flea-markets-and-landfills.html' title='Of Flea Markets and Landfills'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-4762765184628476119</id><published>2009-01-03T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:40:03.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes the Sun!</title><summary type='text'>"At last the sun touched the skyline, merged with it for a moment in a final explosive blaze of light an heat and sank out of sight. " Edward Abbey, author: Desert Solitare Everyday that happens somewhere on this planet, in New York City, in Australia, at the beach in Hawaii someplace significant. Funny how it seems people are always remembering that special sunset with that special someone in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4762765184628476119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-goes-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/4762765184628476119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/4762765184628476119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-goes-sun.html' title='There goes the Sun!'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-7957142595444958824</id><published>2008-12-29T07:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:38:20.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running to the New Year</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the 9th annual Run for the Ranch race event, 5k, 10k, Half and Full Marathon. I ran the 10k. With a goal of finishing in the best time I could. It was a great day for running, my goals in races these days is to finish, and not be too low in the rankings. The race was 2 loops, I did the first in 22:47, decent, but I knew probably too fast for a good steady second lap. I was pleased </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/7957142595444958824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/running-to-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/7957142595444958824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/7957142595444958824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/running-to-new-year.html' title='Running to the New Year'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4117989030363529414.post-6674652310928448935</id><published>2008-12-28T06:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:22:56.244-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Old and New Year</title><summary type='text'>The classic Old Man Time of the past year welcoming, warning or ignoring the New Baby of the coming year comics will all be published in a few days. The old year in reflection, was what it was, good, bad ,with some really beautiful parts and others so ugly, that nobody can really say that any good came from them. Things I am thankful for, will bring curses from others, rain to name one. To date </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6674652310928448935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-and-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/6674652310928448935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4117989030363529414/posts/default/6674652310928448935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windrockanddirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-and-new-year.html' title='Old and New Year'/><author><name>Dan Bohannon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110463718563680811535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ETR22vQiAHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/tcWExLMnXW0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
