<?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-8074108200186661730</id><updated>2011-09-29T14:04:23.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquaman's Kingdom of Atlantis</title><subtitle type='html'>The world as I see it...Or at least how I wish it would be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3739791126848270073</id><published>2011-02-02T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:55:50.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice's Restaurant</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this, check out my newest venture at the Alice's Restaurant message board.  I want it to be a fun place to hang out, relax, and talk about just about anything you want...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3739791126848270073?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://alicesrestaurant.proboards.com/index.cgi' title='Alice&apos;s Restaurant'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3739791126848270073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3739791126848270073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3739791126848270073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3739791126848270073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2011/02/alices-restaurant.html' title='Alice&apos;s Restaurant'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3522703421106953411</id><published>2011-01-31T16:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:19:01.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizard World New Orleans Loot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some would say I went overboard, but I'd say it was a labor of love.&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/custom%20con/Wizard%20World%20New%20Orleans%20loot/?albumview=slideshow"&gt;http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/custom%20con/Wizard%20World%20New%20Orleans%20loot/?albumview=slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3522703421106953411?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3522703421106953411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3522703421106953411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3522703421106953411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3522703421106953411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2011/01/wizard-world-new-orleans-loot_31.html' title='Wizard World New Orleans Loot'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-1525471335788966503</id><published>2011-01-31T16:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:14:39.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizard Convention Loot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-1525471335788966503?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/custom%20con/Wizard%20World%20New%20Orleans%20loot/?albumview=slideshow' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/1525471335788966503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=1525471335788966503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1525471335788966503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1525471335788966503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2011/01/wizard-convention-loot.html' title='Wizard Convention Loot'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-5274230172330052504</id><published>2011-01-31T09:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:22:28.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of an Aquafan:  The 40 Year Old Wizard World Virgin. Part One</title><content type='html'>Part One: 2011 A Comic Geek Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday afternoon I set off from Houston for New Orleans with a couple of friends for the Wizard World convention set in New Orleans Lousiana. For those unaware Wizard World is a comic book/sci fi/fantasy convention held in various cities across the U.S. and Toronto. They pretty much have at least one a month. I was originally going to try to attend the Austin version in November, but Kim had some training to do and my kids really don't share my love of sci fi. My plan was scrapped.  So about a month before this convention, I let a couple of friends from school know that the show was going to be in New Orleans, I didn't want to go alone and would they be interested in the trip. Matt Hoffpauir and Bill Robinson both wanted to head that way and our Band of Geeky Travelers was set. Matt has been a Star Wars fanatic since we were kids, Bill may be the biggest Bat-Fan I know and writes for an online publication called the Examiner, based in Houston.  So with his media affiliation, he was a reporter this weekend. By the way, Bill is my inspiration for writing about the trip, so thank him for my long windedness. I, as you can tell from the title, am an Aquaman fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the 27th, I was planning on working a few hours and going to pick up Bill so we could set off on our journey. I had planned everything, got the mapquest route, the hotel reserved, my comic wants list, you name it. I got to work, spent an hour and half at the store and realized that I would not be able to concentrate, I was taking a vacation day anyway so it was time to go. I got to Pasadena, and realized that as much as I thought I had planned everything, my printed ticket was in my desk at home, no problem I was going back through Baytown anyway. As soon as I had picked up Bill, the trek officially began. We started talking about what we had been up to in our lives, our families and how excited we were. It was an hour to pick Matt up after I stopped by the house to get my ticket and that hour flew by. We stopped to pick up our third stooge and were treated to see his Matt-Cave. Very impressed with what I will refer to as his cave by the way, he and Kim,his wife, and Elizabeth, his daughter, are converting the cave into his collectibles room and he has a very nice start(though he added to his swag this weekend). Upon reaching Orange, we met his wife for lunch and finally got on our way to New Orleans about 1230. While most people would consider a 320 mile trip to be long and unending, to me it flew by. We continued to talk about the old days, listen to cds, crack jokes, goof off, and laugh. By about 5:15 we were in New Orleans during rush hour and got to the hotel about 530.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-5274230172330052504?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/5274230172330052504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=5274230172330052504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5274230172330052504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5274230172330052504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2011/01/tales-of-aquafan-40-year-old-wizard.html' title='Tales of an Aquafan:  The 40 Year Old Wizard World Virgin. Part One'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8559589677687619133</id><published>2011-01-13T12:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:12:03.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffed Chicken Breast</title><content type='html'>Okay, for the stuffed chicken breast recipe, You are gonna need:&lt;br /&gt;Chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;Garlic-2 cloves minced&lt;br /&gt;Olive Oil tablespoon&lt;br /&gt;Jalapeno Jack Cheese or Spinach and Goat Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Bacon&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper for taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice the chicken down the middle to create kind of a pocket. Utilize whichever you prefer (jalapeno or spinach mix,my kids eat the spinach w/o complaints) to stuff the breasts and tooth pick the sides down.&lt;br /&gt;Crisp the bacon a bit and wrap breasts inside if you are doing the jalapeno mix(2 to 3 per breast)&lt;br /&gt;Pre Heat oven to 400 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Heat Oil, salt and pepper and garlic in a skillet for a cuple of minutes until the garlic is fragrant. Place chicken on skillet to brown each side(about 4 minutes per side).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the jalapeno mix, brush with your favorite BBQ sauce and top w/ a bit more of your cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Place in the oven for 25-30 minutes depending on thickness of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this works for ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8559589677687619133?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8559589677687619133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8559589677687619133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8559589677687619133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8559589677687619133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2011/01/suffed-chicken-breast.html' title='Stuffed Chicken Breast'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-985800843465907369</id><published>2010-09-22T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:15:10.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Stage</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I went to a try-out for Comedy Sportz.  If you have never been to a Comedy Sportz event it is an improv comedy troupe that is totally kid friendly.  My kids love it, and so do Kim and I.  If you are in a city which offers it, give it a try.    There were about 50 hopefuls in attendance and we each participated in a couple of improv exercises in groups of 4 which were really designed to see how we interacted with others and thought on our feet.  I kind of bombed on the first one, I guess from a combination of nerves and hesitance.  The second exercise went much better as I got a pretty big laugh from one of my lines.  The problem was I really couldn't play off of the others and knew that I had kind of screwed up. &lt;br /&gt;    After the improvs there was a break so the monitors could decided who they wanted to see more of.  Needless to say, I was not asked to stay.  Let me say that there were a lot of VERY talented people in attendance tonight and I hope to see some of them on stage someday soon. &lt;br /&gt;    Now, here is the important message that I want to convey. While some may be reading this with a bit of sympathy or disappointment on my behalf, there is no need for such thoughts.   I went there tonight to try something new(I succeeded),  I went to get out of my box and try to be creative in some way(success) , I wanted to make people laugh(success). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I didn't get picked for the team.  Big deal...I tried out.  That is the most important thing.  To try.  It is better to try and fail than succeed at doing nothing.    I am proud of me tonight and I feel a sense of accomplishment that I hasn't been there in a Looonnnggg time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-985800843465907369?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/985800843465907369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=985800843465907369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/985800843465907369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/985800843465907369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-stage.html' title='On Stage'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4373372664090032219</id><published>2010-09-21T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:14:42.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of My Box</title><content type='html'>I posted on here a while back about my experience in Junior High Drama with a buddy of mine, Bill Robinson.  We did Who's on First and the room roared with laughter.  Well, tomorrow night, I am going to some tryouts for an improv comedy troupe in Houston.  If things go well, it could turn into a nice little hobby and a lot of fun.  I like to try different things and this could turn out to be really cool.  Even with the blues I have felt this week, this could really be very cool.  If you read this in the next 22 hours wish me luck.  I just hope I don't have to sing(For everyone's sake.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4373372664090032219?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4373372664090032219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4373372664090032219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4373372664090032219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4373372664090032219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2010/09/out-of-my-box.html' title='Out of My Box'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-2580589754406674875</id><published>2010-09-14T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:50:01.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a While</title><content type='html'>A Year and three months ago, my dad and I had an argument.  Not the typical father-son thing.  This one got messy.  My wife was brought into it, my kids were brought into it.  You name it.  During those 15 or so months I have blamed myself for what happened.  I blamed myself for not heading off a situation which could have turned bad(and did).  I have felt guilt for not caving in to what he wanted.  But mostly, I have felt bad because my kids no longer have a relationship with their Papa.  Well, my kids have gotten over things quite a bit,  Kim has moved on, and gotten a promotion.  Me, I haven't.   Over the last 15 months I have written no poetry, not done any painting or anything creative.  The only thing I have done is add 40 lbs.  I have been stagnant as far as expressing myself. &lt;br /&gt;   You see, all of my life I have tried to hold things in as much as possible.  When I was younger I tried to be mature beyond my years.  I wanted to prove to others that I could be someone that they could depend on.  I have now been in the workforce for 21 years and held only 2 jobs(Albertson's left me, I didn't leave it).  I work with some great people that I consider great friends and I feel like a success because of it.  More importantly,  I have a wife of almost 14 years that I love more deeply every single day and two beautiful kids who are learning to express themselves in wondrous and exciting ways.  So, I guess what I am saying here is I have done pretty well at being someone that others can count on.  &lt;br /&gt;   I miss my mom and felt like a failure after she passed because I could not keep the peace between my family and dad.   At almost 40 years old, I finally realized something.  It may only take one to fight a battle, but it takes two to keep the peace.  I did my best to do my part.  It's time to be okay and accept what has happened.  It is time to move on.  It is time to be the creative person that I want to be again.  Maybe this will get me started at writing again...maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon...Wayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-2580589754406674875?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/2580589754406674875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2580589754406674875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2580589754406674875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2580589754406674875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2010/09/been-while.html' title='Been a While'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-6705428722347916943</id><published>2009-09-13T01:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:55:51.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just wonderin'</title><content type='html'>How come friends and colleagues can disagree about almost anything and can look past the differences and move on? But, politics and Religion...disagree on those and people wonder if you've lost your mind. It is our differing views, beliefs an...d opinions which make us each unique. Should we feel apprehensive about discussing our views with those that we consider as friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage a drug store, every week I see parents with sick children trying to decide which medication is the most important for their child simply because they can't afford all of the scripts. Does it make me a socialist that I feel that a child or a senior citizen should get the meds and healthcare that they need?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-6705428722347916943?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/6705428722347916943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=6705428722347916943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6705428722347916943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6705428722347916943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-wonderin.html' title='just wonderin&apos;'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-7323292954520132845</id><published>2009-07-08T00:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:37:58.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been two years...</title><content type='html'>Two years ago I was standing at the front of my store when the phone rang.  I picked it up, said the standard greeting...it was my dad.  His voice was calm, almost ghostly in the way he spoke.  "Wayne, you need to sit down..."  I didn't, I knew what had happened.  My mom was gone.  She passed away at home with my father and brother at her side.  From what dad told me, the emt's worked on her for as long as they could.  They tried to bring her back, but were unable to.  My mom was the most loving, kind and gentle person that I have ever known.  She always was the referee between my brothers and I when we were kids and my dad and I later on.  She never met a stranger, and always was equipped with a smile.  I loved to make my mother laugh, and when I would hear my laugh, it would brighten my day.      My dad and her met when she was 20 years old.  He was in the Air Force stationed in Shreveport.  Her mom worked at the Barksdale base.  They married 89 days later.  That 89 day courtship turned into over 40 years of marriage.  My parents are soulmates in the truest sense of the term.  They were, it seems, destined to find one another.  They were partners, friends, and basically each other's other half.  My father has shown great strength since mom has passed, but I can only imagine what he is enduring.  My dad and I are both very private people.  Mom was the only one who could get either of us to talk about the emotional stuff.  I watched an episode of That 70's Show in reruns a few minutes ago.  It's the one where Eric and his mom go see a movie together.  It reminds me of the time that mom and I went to see a movie.  It was called Dragnet.  We laughed and spent time together as the friends that we were.  When Dragnet comes on now, I stop and watch it each and every time.  It's a link to my mom and as crazy as it may sound, at least for a little while...I can imagine she's sitting there beside me.  Laughing and smiling, and being there one last time.&lt;br /&gt;    I've told you about the fact that she helped build my love of comics, would play soccer and baseball in the yard so the "teams" would be even.  I miss her a great deal and just felt like telling some friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-7323292954520132845?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/7323292954520132845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=7323292954520132845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7323292954520132845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7323292954520132845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-two-years.html' title='It&apos;s been two years...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3720971340985597316</id><published>2009-05-28T20:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:30:05.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The diary of the last 6 days...</title><content type='html'>May 22nd:&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit, even after just the stretching with the trainer and the 30 minutes on the treadmill yesterday, I'm sore. It doesn't matter though, Today was truck day for me at my job. Unloading 6 pallets of merchandise, by hand...piece by piece. It's about an hour and a half of constant movement and lifting and stacking cases of retail merchandise. Then the fun part, putting it on shelves. So, that's my exercise for today. Tomorrow, I work out with my trainer for the first time. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 23rd:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is today's update...35 minutes on treadmill, walked 2 miles on an incline of 8 and burned 520 calories25 minutes on the bike. Pedaled 6 miles, and burned 225 calories....then I worked out with the trainer for an hour. Who knows what I burned there? But, I was sweating for most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 24th:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's update...Mowed the Yard. It may not be time in the gym, but it's already 90 degrees in Texas, so it counts as a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25th:&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes of a Power Sculpt Weightlifting class...That was tough.&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes of a Bike Spin class.&lt;br /&gt;So an hour of working out today. The soreness is going away, the pounds aren't. It will take time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 26th:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I worked on the treadmill for 35 minutes, walked and ran 2.5 miles and burned 600 calories. My goal is an hour for 1000 calories burned and 5 miles.&lt;br /&gt;Also spent time on a stationary bike for 25 minutes to put in an even hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 27th:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I worked on the treadmill for 40 minutes, then spent an hour with my trainer. He kicked my ass for a little while, and now...now I am sore for the first time in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;May 28th:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I worked a 10 hour day today, and decided that I needed a break from the gym.  I was really anxious after a rough day for me and some of the mebers of my family so I decided to take a walk instead of just lay in front of the TV.  Our block is .8 miles, so I decided to walk the block once. Well, once I got started I decided to jog the last 1/4 of the block.  Well, once became twice, jogging the last 1/4 became jogging the 2nd and last quarter.  Finally, twice became three times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It may not seem like a big deal, but it is to me.  I didn't plan to exercise today, but ended up doing almost 2.5 miles in 35 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3720971340985597316?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3720971340985597316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3720971340985597316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3720971340985597316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3720971340985597316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2009/05/diary-of-last-6-days.html' title='The diary of the last 6 days...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-5911569462943626283</id><published>2009-05-28T20:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:19:14.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the wagon...</title><content type='html'>I'm a big guy.  A very big guy.  In January, I tipped the scales at 303 lbs.  I hated to workout and ate crap.  I hit rock bottom when I stopped by 3 fast food restaurants in a 20 minute time span.  You see, I have always been someone who did not want people to see what I eat.  I guess I'm embarrassed because I should know better.  So, on January 12th, I started dieting again...and in three months, I lost 50 pounds.  That's the good news.  The bad news is, I have not lost a single pound since April 1st.  For the last 6 weeks, I've stopped losing weight.  What follows is a kind of diary I have been keeping for myself.  I don't know if it'll mean a lot to anyone, but it is helping me to stay focused on the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after being stagnant in the weight loss for about 2 months, I had a choice...A)Say screw it and eat what I wanted  or B) Keep plugging away and hope that the weight will eventually begin to come off again.My wife picked C) Buy 8 sessions from a personal trainer and see if that will help me bust through where I am stuck. &lt;br /&gt;Don't know if it will work, I believe it will because even though I have been working out I was sweating before I finished stretching.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck guys, I am back on the wagon 100 %.&lt;br /&gt;Currently at 255,&lt;br /&gt;Started at 303 on Jan 12th&lt;br /&gt;Next goal is 245 by June 17th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-5911569462943626283?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/5911569462943626283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=5911569462943626283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5911569462943626283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5911569462943626283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-on-wagon.html' title='Back on the wagon...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8921806260768516168</id><published>2008-12-25T01:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:09:45.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twas after midnight on Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all through the land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parents place gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in ways more than grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We eat the left cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even drink warm milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to try to keep the innocence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of our kids and their ilk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wonder of children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the myth that they believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reminds us of our youth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and our own Christmas Eve's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today tell the tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of what this day is about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they should realize the reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day in and day out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the day is not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about toys and gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead it is special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the spirits it lifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A love shared between all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and peace so desired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of tranquility spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hope it's inspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8921806260768516168?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8921806260768516168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8921806260768516168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8921806260768516168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8921806260768516168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/12/meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-1602002026416838464</id><published>2008-11-26T06:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:21:42.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tortoise and the Hare</title><content type='html'>It is an age old story about patience being more important than unplanned action and overconfidence.  But, does the tortoise have the right idea?  Is it okay to hide in a shell whenever something new appears?  I believe a lot of us subscribe to the turtle's way of thinking.  If it is new, it is bad. If we ignore it, it will eventually go away because of our lack of interest.  The safety of the shell which we all enjoy is comforting.  We are able to just be, much like a rock or a tree.  We watch the world and are unaffected by the changes which surround us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Life does not work that way.  Our ability to adapt and focus is one our greatest strengths.  Our ability to embrace new ideas makes us special.  It gives us hope and purpose.  It makes the unknown attainable, and it allows what is new to be easily understood.  Let the tortoise's in your life know that it is okay to come out of the shell.  Let them know that everything beyond our next step is unknown and by facing it, our lives can move forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-1602002026416838464?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/1602002026416838464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=1602002026416838464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1602002026416838464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1602002026416838464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/11/tortoise-and-hare.html' title='The Tortoise and the Hare'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-2935474314447031639</id><published>2008-11-20T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:18:08.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funniest Comedy Routine Ever</title><content type='html'>When I was in 8th grade, a buddy and I were in Drama Class together.  One of the things we were not afraid to do was laugh at ourselves...or others.  When we were gonna atten a competiton, there was only one bit that we could do.  There was only one thing we wanted to try, simply because, we couldn't do a read through without cracking up.   Thankfully, there is no video of our performance.  So, I guess I'll just have to link up...Abbot and Costello's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sShMA85pv8M"&gt;Who's on First?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you enjoy this classic routine as much as I do.  Whenever I need a laugh, or to take the edge off, I'll watch this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-2935474314447031639?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/2935474314447031639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2935474314447031639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2935474314447031639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2935474314447031639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/11/funniest-comedy-routine-ever.html' title='The Funniest Comedy Routine Ever'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4114027171320434266</id><published>2008-11-13T02:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:06:30.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan the Activist</title><content type='html'>As stated previously, my son Nathan is 10 years old.  He is a very intelligent young man who has developed theories on the beginnings of the universe, the speed of light and the big bang among others.  He was very disappointed to discover that some of his concepts  mirrored those of another person who thinks outside of the box...Steven Hawking. &lt;br /&gt;  So, my wife and my son who have in depth scientific discussions at the dinner table on a regular basis.  He has talked about ways to help the environment, or even asked about why we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' have cars that run on water.  I find the dialogues that they have very interesting, even if they are sometimes out of my and Lauren's  realm of knowledge.  All that being said, I think it is great that we are able to support our son to be an independent thinker when it comes to things that he is passionate about.  If someone has passion about an issue, they are more likely to follow up and try to make a difference.  He is passionate about helping the world and making it better.&lt;br /&gt;   Yesterday, I got home from work and was told of something else that Nathan has developed a passion about.  Nathan is in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and his class is the last one which eats lunch during the day.  Recently, he has become concerned about issues  at school lunchtime.  He told me that there have been times where the entree choices have been limited for his class because of the cafeteria running out of the popular choices.  His group is left with the least popular entree choices.  This week, he was a bit upset about not getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stromboli&lt;/span&gt;, and being stuck with K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pao&lt;/span&gt; chicken.   His reasoning was that his class and grade level should have the same choices as everyone else.     He also feels that kids who are on the school lunch program should not be penalized for having to eat late in the day.  Nathan did say it only happens about twice a week, but that is still not fair in his opinion.  Again, please remember he is 10.&lt;br /&gt;    After thinking about the issue, and discussing with a couple of adults, he decided that communicating with the cafeteria via a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;petition&lt;/span&gt; would be the best way to get his message out.  Yesterday, he was involved in the composition of the document which he was able to get his entire class plus 4 teachers to sign.  He tells me he is not done and hopes to get the majority of the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade to support his view.  Whether this does any good is immaterial in my opinion.  The important part is that Nathan has become passionate about something. &lt;br /&gt;  He wants to do something about what he perceives as an issue which affects others.  He wants to make people think about others.  Even though it may be a small thing or even a nuisance in the minds of some, it is my belief that this is his first step in making a difference in the lives of the people that are around him.  Isn't that what we should all do?  Shouldn't we all want to at least notice the issues which affect not just ourselves, but those around us  as well?  He is speaking up, he is not accepting things for what they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, I am very proud of you for wanting to make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4114027171320434266?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4114027171320434266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4114027171320434266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4114027171320434266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4114027171320434266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/11/nathan-activist.html' title='Nathan the Activist'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-9015396223211822231</id><published>2008-11-10T19:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:10:03.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honoring our Veteran's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the first steps of freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the giant leaps of this age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our heroes protect us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from tyranny and rage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nameless masses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who defend our shores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they have rescued the suffering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they have fought in our wars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be it Army or Navy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marines or Air Force&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the Declaration of Freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through all July 4ths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are our Veterans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from which we draw strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They've given beyond measure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter the journey's length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today and all days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter your view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honor our veterans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all that they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-9015396223211822231?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/9015396223211822231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=9015396223211822231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/9015396223211822231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/9015396223211822231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/11/honoring-our-veterans.html' title='Honoring our Veteran&apos;s'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3201500550458140761</id><published>2008-11-10T18:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:55:51.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like leaves wafting aimlessly in the breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaving the security of the familiar trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking upon sights forever unseen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally believing in a chance to dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not knowing the destiny we each must face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we decide our route and set our pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we each progress through day after day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the decisions we make will show our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How will our options affect our next stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will this be the choice which ascends to the top?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or should we be patient, take a step at a time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the top is in reach of our unending climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The path we each choose must be our very own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first steps are the toughest into unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3201500550458140761?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3201500550458140761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3201500550458140761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3201500550458140761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3201500550458140761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-steps.html' title='First Steps'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4389090728303273036</id><published>2008-11-06T07:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:24:23.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after</title><content type='html'>Just in case anyone did not notice...&lt;br /&gt;The day after Barack Obama was elected President of the United States, we're all still here.  There has been no cataclysm affecting the country, barrage of finger pointing, or even strategies set forth by a political party to "go back to the good old days."&lt;br /&gt;No, instead we heard a gracious message from an outgoing president and his Secretary of State(who knew?).  We saw the beginning stages of a political cabinet which may or may not be made up of bipartisan members filled with ethnic diversity.&lt;br /&gt;   We saw McCain driving in an SUV, but did not hear from him. It was as if McCain was driving off into the sunset at the end of his quest.  McCain was dealt a very rough hand and has my respect more than just about any Republican leader in the country.  I wish Senator McCain luck and happiness.  I wish him and his family well in their next chapter of life.&lt;br /&gt;   We saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; and President Elect Obama(love typing that by the way)thanking those who had helped to pave the road that we now travel, but we did not hear from them either.  Instead, the media commented on their feelings of the future.  The future of the country, the electoral map, and the job which is ahead.  We heard from the world and it's people congratulating us on the choice made.&lt;br /&gt;     We saw  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;.  Yeah, we heard from her. Though, I don't think anyone is listening anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4389090728303273036?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4389090728303273036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4389090728303273036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4389090728303273036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4389090728303273036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-after.html' title='The day after'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-1193261662949856437</id><published>2008-11-04T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:17:41.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Day</title><content type='html'>Before I get to my thought for the day, a few words to consider from the past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;From Wikipedia--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Declaration of Independence:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Natural law" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natural_law"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laws of Nature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hold these truths to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Self-evidence" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-evidence"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-evident&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="All men are created equal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_men_are_created_equal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all men are created equal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, that they are endowed by their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Creator deity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creator_deity"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; with certain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Inalienable rights" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inalienable_rights"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unalienable Rights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, that among these are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life,_liberty_and_the_pursuit_of_happiness"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Consent of the governed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consent_of_the_governed"&gt;&lt;em&gt;consent of the governed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Right of revolution" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Right_of_revolution"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right of the People to alter or to abolish it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sufferable&lt;/span&gt;, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;usurpations&lt;/span&gt;, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Despotism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Despotism"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despotism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" title="wikt:usurpation" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/usurpation"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;usurpations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.&lt;br /&gt;He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.&lt;br /&gt;He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.&lt;br /&gt;He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" title="wikt:inestimable" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/inestimable"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inestimable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; to them and formidable to tyrants only.&lt;br /&gt;He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.&lt;br /&gt;He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.&lt;br /&gt;He has refused for a long time, after such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dissolutions&lt;/span&gt;, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.&lt;br /&gt;He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.&lt;br /&gt;He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.&lt;br /&gt;He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.&lt;br /&gt;He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;harrass&lt;/span&gt; our people, and eat out their substance.&lt;br /&gt;He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.&lt;br /&gt;He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.&lt;br /&gt;He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:&lt;br /&gt;For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:&lt;br /&gt;For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:&lt;br /&gt;For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:&lt;br /&gt;For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:&lt;br /&gt;For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:&lt;br /&gt;For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences&lt;br /&gt;For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:&lt;br /&gt;For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:&lt;br /&gt;For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.&lt;br /&gt;He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.&lt;br /&gt;He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;compleat&lt;/span&gt; the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty &amp;amp; perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.&lt;br /&gt;He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.&lt;br /&gt;He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions. In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Tyrant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrant"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tyrant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brittish&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Sic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sic"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;] brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;usurpations&lt;/span&gt;, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" title="wikt:consanguinity" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/consanguinity"&gt;&lt;em&gt;consanguinity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words were declared by our nation's forefathers 232 years ago. On that day, the bands of oppression of the British empire were thrown off and the American Revolution officially began. In the first section, you will notice in the Declaration, &lt;strong&gt;All Men are Created Equal.&lt;/strong&gt; No matter the results of today's election to lead our country into a new age, I finally feel that the words of this Declaration long held dear to the American people can finally be considered as a truth. For a man born of a union of Kenya and Kansas has ascended to being only one step from being the leader of our great land. Barack Obama may be the candidate of choice for the United States today. He may not. Either way, Senator Obama has inspired. He has not only inspired the young or the old, white or black, or wealthy or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;destitute&lt;/span&gt;. Obama has inspired simply because he has run for the presidency.&lt;br /&gt;Whether Obama or McCain...Hopefully, you made your choice today. It is our right and duty to participate and choose our leaders. It is what makes us a democracy. A democracy which our forefathers fought and died for over 200 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-1193261662949856437?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/1193261662949856437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=1193261662949856437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1193261662949856437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1193261662949856437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3594568847576805307</id><published>2008-10-31T05:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:03:13.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Sweetheart.</title><content type='html'>It was 12 years ago today.  That's right, on Halloween of 1996 Kim and I got married.  It was the most special day of my life.    Like most married couples, there have been struggles.  Both financial and emotional struggles at times, but they have always been overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Since our Wedding Day, we have had two beautiful children: Nathan and Lauren, bought a house and built a life with one another that would not be traded for anything.  We don't really celebrate our anniversary with big extravagant dates, we may be able to eat lunch together during the week.   Instead, we go trick or treating with our kids, watch a movie in our living room, or just watch TV together. &lt;br /&gt;   You see, our wedding day and our marriage is the foundation for the life we have built from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Anniversary Kim, I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3594568847576805307?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3594568847576805307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3594568847576805307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3594568847576805307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3594568847576805307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-anniversary-sweetheart.html' title='Happy Anniversary Sweetheart.'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-465487006660125419</id><published>2008-10-29T20:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:16:13.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you think?</title><content type='html'>So,  What did you think? &lt;br /&gt; I thought the Obama program was well done.  I felt that it connected well with Middle Class Americans and was very informative on the economic issues which America is facing.  I do believe that the "undecided" voters that are left may have been influenced in one of two ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Obama's message of the future and fixing the economy resonated with them and made them realize that he was the candidate that would steer the ship of America back on course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  That Obama was being almost arrogant by buying time on the major networks.  That if this was the type of spending he was willing to approve for 30 minutes of time, how much would he spend over a 4 (or 8  )year time frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 days 'til the election guys.  The people who are still undecided are the ones who can't figure out if they want paper or plastic or if they want an apple pie with that.  I mean for goodness sakes, what are people waiting for? I may or may not agree with the choice made next Tuesday, but at least people  will make some sort of choice. (Sorry for the rant)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-465487006660125419?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/465487006660125419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=465487006660125419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/465487006660125419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/465487006660125419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-did-you-think.html' title='What did you think?'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8637780694318839394</id><published>2008-10-28T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:38:29.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Your Mark</title><content type='html'>Whether we are in red states or blue? Democrat, Republican, or independent? We have a choice. In the U.S. it is our choice on who will lead us. It is our choice on the individuals who will steer the ship or the issues which will affect us. Sometimes those choice are something as "simple" as a zoning plan or a smoking ban. Sometimes we are electing a city councilman, a mayor, or a constable.&lt;br /&gt;But, every four years on the first Tuesday in November Americans have the opportunity to choose the individual to be the face of our country to the world. Does this face always say the right thing? Are their actions always something that we should agree with? Probably not. But, does everyone agree with everything that you do? Or everything that you say? I'd take a guess that the answer is probably no here as well. It is a job that only 43 people have taken on. Some have been great...Washington, Lincoln, Roosevelt(pick your favorite). Others have shined for too fleeting of a time like Kennedy. Still others have made choices or been so ineffectual that we could not wait for the election to roll around again. All of these men(so far) have one thing in common. They were all chosen by the Electoral College(not always the American people---see 2000) to lead our nation.&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday, we have a choice as Americans. It is not about who served on a panel with a guy 10 years ago. It is not about who voted which way for the past 8 years. It is all in the past. The future is what should concern each of us. It is not about recalling how things were in 2000. It isn't even about their running mates. What is Pro-America anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Both of these men have the potential to be great leaders. I am not going to list the attributes of the two candidates. Each has been dragged through the mud in different ways recently. The spin machines are out there. Watch either Fox news or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSNBC&lt;/span&gt; and you can see differing viewpoints on the same stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is very simple---John McCain and Sarah Palin or Barack Obama and Joe Biden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't even about McCain or Obama. Ultimately, it is about &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;. Which ones do &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; want to lead us? Which ones do &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; believe in? Which ones do &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; believe will be the persons to restore dignity to the White House?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which of these will&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;YOU be proud of the world viewing as your choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one way to answer these questions. Next Tuesday, either before or after work---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vote!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will close with this...&lt;br /&gt;John McCain is focusing on holding on to the Republican conservative vote. He is a fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;politician&lt;/span&gt; and a hero to our country. He wants the base to stay with him, and he feels that he will be able to magically solve the problems of the country. He knows how to do it. He is our friend as he has said on numerous occasions. He has told us of all of the things that he would do to change what has occurred over the last 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago at the Democratic National Convention, a young Senator gave a speech speaking about his party and the direction that the Country should take. He spoke of many things that evening but there was one point that he made then that should mean everything now. He stated that there shouldn't be a division between Red states and Blue States. He said that we should all be Red, White and Blue States. It wasn't about what was best for the Democrats or Republicans, but instead what was best for Americans. Kim and I watched his speech then and were electrified. He was young, and if things didn't go well in the '04 election we would probably hear from him down the road. In case you haven't guessed, that Senator was Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made my choice. It is now time for you to make yours. Whoever you choose is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is next Tuesday to put on an extra sweater if it is cold. Bring an umbrella if it looks like rain. Bring a book of crossword puzzles or a Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; in case the line is long. No excuses...it is our right, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;, and our duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VOTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8637780694318839394?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8637780694318839394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8637780694318839394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8637780694318839394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8637780694318839394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/10/make-your-mark.html' title='Make Your Mark'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-6421728852476027542</id><published>2008-09-27T01:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:12:37.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Actually write about something different today...</title><content type='html'>Okay, the title is Aquaman and the Kingdom of Atlantis.  I actually thought that since I am a comic book nerd that by putting my favorite fictional character's name in the title, I'd write about the stories that I get the chance to read. I thought that by relaying information, that possible someone would go out and read an Aquaman comic book.  It wasn't a huge leap, just one problem. &lt;br /&gt;  Aquaman is a King, a husband, and a father who has lost sons in the comics.  He is ruler of 3/4 of the earth in the comics.  The character is a powerful hero in DC Comics that people either love or hate.  There aren't a lot of middle of the road Aqua-fans out there.   The people who think that Aquaman is lame grew up with the Super Friends TV show.  He was lame in the show, I'll admit that.  But, in the comics...Aquaman has enjoyed a much different portrayal.  He has been shown as powerful, stubborn, caring, and more.  These are reasons that some enjoy the character.       My reasons for liking and identifying with him are much different.  Aquaman is an outcast.  The character is misunderstood.  Not only by fans, but as written in the comics, by other characters as well.  He is a hot head, who believes in duty.  Duty to others, duty to responsibility, and most of all, duty to family.  I know it is dumb to identify with a comic character for reasons such as these.  But, I do.  When I was a kid, I was the outcast.  I was different, I didn't care what others thought of me.  I never tried to get other people to like me, they could take me or leave me for who I was.  I didn't care and would tell people that.  In my career field, I've never known when to keep quiet and "play the game."   I'm not built that way.  Growing up, my family was my priority.  My mother, father and brothers were my world then. I would do anything that my parents are even my brothers would ask when I was younger.  Heck, today it still holds true.  My family priority has changed somewhat.  My wife and children are my world now.  My father and brothers are still very important to me, mom will always be as well.   &lt;br /&gt;  Since I started doing this, Aquaman has only appeared in a handful of issues from DC Comics.  It hasn't even been the Aquaman that I like.  It has been a replacement character that DC came up with.  Yeah, kinda like when the NFL went on strike in the 80's.  They brought in replacement players...it worked out about like that.  So, I haven't been able to let you know of any new stories involving Aquaman in a while.  If you are interested, the only two appearances that I have found in the last 6 months have been in Superman/Batman #45, and Final Crisis #3.  The Final Crisis issue was just a cameo, so that doesn't really count.  &lt;br /&gt;    My favorite Aquaman images are those of Alex Ross:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/Aquaman%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AQ1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/Aquaman%20images/AQ1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to try to find the Silver Age issues I'm missing.  I am down to needing only 18 issues at this point.  Not a lot of course, but these books were made between 35 and 45 years ago.  They are not readily available.  As I pick these up, I'll start letting you know.  Thanks for reading this, and I promise more Aqua stuff will start appearing here.  Let's just hope DC has some coming out as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-6421728852476027542?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/6421728852476027542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=6421728852476027542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6421728852476027542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6421728852476027542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/09/gonna-actually-write-about-something.html' title='Gonna Actually write about something different today...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/Aquaman%20images/th_AQ1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8797647438568093868</id><published>2008-09-26T20:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:39:30.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike...I know but it is weighing on me quite a bit.</title><content type='html'>As the winds died down and the long night finally ended, those that decided to stay could finally sigh in relief at the ending of the storm. We left the safety of our homes to see a landscape which had changed from the violence of the storm preceding night. At first glance, things seemed as if they were inconveniences at worst. A limb down here, a shingle on the ground there, or even a fence which was downed due to the fury of the winds which had blown through so loudly. As I drove around the town which I call home, I saw mighty trees which had at last given in to the forces which had been exerted upon them. I recognized where buildings had once stood, now replaced by only a slab, piles of debris or remnants of twisted metal. Where roofs had once sheltered families from nature, the storm had placed a tree over (or in some cases in) the structures. It was as if nature was making the statement that no matter how invincible we feel,&lt;br /&gt;nature would tower over all. Power lines were twisted and the poles which held them aloft were cracked and broken as if they were but popsicle sticks. The evidence of a horrible night experienced by those of us that stayed was visible at every turn.  We could experience these images firsthand, but those were the only pictures to be seen. The power was out. We did not know the extent of the damage  to our south, or even in other parts of our hometown. As the power returned, and newspapers brought scenes of the devastation, we began to realize how lucky we actually were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8797647438568093868?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8797647438568093868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8797647438568093868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8797647438568093868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8797647438568093868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/09/ikei-know-but-it-is-weighing-on-me.html' title='Ike...I know but it is weighing on me quite a bit.'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-7565805378687081727</id><published>2008-09-25T18:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:16:54.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baytown Centennial Square Apartment Residents</title><content type='html'>Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I write, I usually do so to relax.  I am usually able to coherently put together words into thought and convey the things that I am feeling.  As I sit here today, it has been nearly two weeks since Hurricane Ike came through the Houston area and overturned countless lives.  Some of our issues have been major while others have been almost inconsequential by comparison.  Today though, I'd like to write about a group of people that I have come to care about a great deal.  About two years ago, I started delivering goods to a retirement complex about a block from my store.  The residents in the complex are not simply customers to me, instead they are people that I have taken great pleasure in helping over the last couple of years.  Residents like Mrs. Peoples, Mrs. McCown, Mrs. McCartney(and Chico the feisty rat dog), Mr. Webber and Mrs. Williams are people that I have taken pride in being able to take care of by bringing them their scripts, a smile, or even their favorite ice cream if it was in stock.  These people became my friends, and I like to think I have been a good friend to each of them.&lt;br /&gt;   Unfortunately, Hurricane Ike did not show these people the  compassion that they deserve.  The Hurricane pulled the roof off of the 4 story structure forcing the residents to relocate.  I have tried to get information on my customers, with little success.  I just hope that wherever these wonderful ladies and gentlemen end up, that someone takes the time to show them the respect that they deserve.  I have had a couple of them call me already and let me know that they are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, if you are reading this make it a point to help someone tomorrow.  Be it opening a door for someone with a full load, doing the little things that some of us take for granted or even just giving a smile to someone who is having a rough day.  The impact you can make on them cannot be measured by words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-7565805378687081727?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/7565805378687081727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=7565805378687081727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7565805378687081727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7565805378687081727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/09/baytown-centennial-square-apartment.html' title='Baytown Centennial Square Apartment Residents'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-5362178431074192910</id><published>2008-09-24T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:28:17.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike---getting back to normal</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been about ten days since the storm went through.  Things seem to be returning to normal slowly.  My staff at works seems to be adapting to the increased traffic in the store, and I am very proud of how each has handled themselves. We increased our normal sales last week by quite a bit and took care of more than twice as many customers as normal.  All of this while under a city enforced curfew.  I am not someone who really keeps opinions to myself very often, and this period has been no exception.   A few of our group are trying to help out some of the newer people who have not been through storms before.  We have been able to get everyone of the stores in our district open already.  This number includes two stores on Galveston Island and one here in town that had significant roof damage.  It makes me feel pretty good that some of the associates who only worked in my store for a day or two feel that they can call and ask me advice on procedures or for advice on how to deal with things like payroll.  I feel as if I made an impact on them with how I treat co-workers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was able to take a day off today for the first time since the storm today.  I had three goals:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep In---it was accomplished because I woke up at 930AM--about 4 hours later than normal.  Hey, I am a lazy bum, but I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fix my Fence that was damaged in the storm so I could get my dogs off of chains.---my wife, who is more handy around the house than most( she actually was the one who boarded up most of the windows in preparation for the storm while I was at work), helped me take care of the fence in about three hours.  It is a patch job, and not as neat as I'd like, but that's okay.  When I get a weekend off, I'll probably work on it the right way.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take my wife to lunch at her favorite restaurant.  She loves Cafe' Adobe'.  It is a Tex-Mex place which has a fried avocado which she loves, along with a Royal Margarita which is well worth the price.  Three margaritas later and she was able to relax and get a nap this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with my to-do list accomplished, I played Madden.  A lot of Madden.  So much Madden, that I increased the difficulty level, and got my butt kicked.&lt;br /&gt;That's okay, tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-5362178431074192910?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/5362178431074192910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=5362178431074192910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5362178431074192910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5362178431074192910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike-getting-back-to-normal.html' title='Hurricane Ike---getting back to normal'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-2095822843313849562</id><published>2008-09-16T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:03:21.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>Here is the beginning of my IKE story:&lt;br /&gt;The family and I are fine, we got power back today. Kim and the kids evacuated to her dad's house.First, let me start off by saying...A Category 2 Hurricane has sustained winds of up to 110 miles an hour. My house is built to withstand a cat. 3 according to the paperwork I have on the property when we bought it. The storm, up until 12 hours before it hit, was supposed to come in about Matagorda Bay, about 125 miles away. There were no mandatory evacuations issued for the area that we live in, it was really too late, in my opinion to get out. Hurricane Ike began to go through Baytown about 7 PM on Friday night. It started very slowly, some wind, some rain, no big deal. We were watching weather reports on the news. We started getting hit pretty hard around 11PM. Power was still on at around Midnight. Then, all hell broke loose.&lt;br /&gt;Round 1&lt;br /&gt;It was the first and last direct hit from a Hurricane that I will attempt to ride out. We made the kids put mattresses down in the hallway to sleep. When the winds started ramping up, it was like I had a freight train outside of my bedroom window. These winds continued from about mignight to around 3AM. Then, dead calm. I walked outside, looked up at the sky, and saw stars. There was no wind, no rain, there were no sounds. Nothing. The eye of the Hurricane was passing over Baytown, Texas. It was one of the most eerie feelings that you can imagine if you haven't been through it. My fence was gone. Blown every which way. Kids were still asleep, and the wife and I started clearing a little debris. We put it between the houses on my block to try to keep limbs from being blown into cars are homes. After we had fininshed with the minor clean-up, we tried to get a little sleep, in our own bed. About an hour later, the train came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;The winds kept at hurricane force until about 8 am. That's when I went outside again. I started clearing branches from storm drains in the rain with lighter winds going on. The roads were under a little water, and I wanted to clear what I could. I helped where I could in the neighborhood by moving some branches. My neighborhood is in good shape in relative terms to the rest of Baytown. Baytown is in good shape relative to the areas south of us. On Saturday, I drove around the city to check on friends and my store. As some of you know, I manage a ... Pharmacy in Baytown and luckily enough, my store made it out in great shape. I had some awning damage and my signs are gone, but other than that, it is in great shape. Still no power in town. Saturday night was very warm in Texas, about 80-85 degrees overnight. The windows were kept open in the house, but we were all sweating.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I finally convinced my wife to go to her dad's up north. Permission was given to check the store's out on the interior. I brought my drill to remove plywood and we checked all of our stores. Two were in good shape, one was not. I finished checking out the stores at 130 pm and by 2:15, we had a generator arrive to power a store. The electrician's got there shortly after, and just over 24 hours after the storm passed, the company I am quite proud to work for right now, we were able to open a store in a city devoid of power. Baytown  staff started showing up to help. We were only able to stay open until 6PM because of a curfew in town, but it was a great start. A cool front blew in and I was able to sleep comfortably. I looked at the stars as I tried to sleep, but couldn't stop thinking about what we could do to help.&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;I got to work at 7 AM. By 8AM, staff from all 3 of our stores were ready to work. We were able to fill scripts very quickly. We did little things like brew coffee to give to customers, put power strips out for our customers to charge cell phones, microwave some popcorn for kids(the only thing we asked for each of these services was a smile from a child or a chin up for a customer.) My staff and I have gotten hugs and thank yous from customers, we have had so many people come up and thanks us for being open, we have been called Saints and Angels, it has been amazing. Our Baytown staff has not asked for breaks or food or anything. Most refuse to leave work while we are open, simply because they want to help anyone they can. My store usually only checks out about 300 customers in a given day. From 8-530, we were able to check out 1000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still reading this, I apologize for rambling. I had one customer in particular who came in, it was her daughters birthday. She was upset, but we were able to get her a Warm Delight brownie microwaved for her daughter, so she was able to at least have a small birthday cake. We had another customer who told me that her child had not had a breathing treatment since Friday, we were able to plug up his machine and his mom knows to come find me twice a day, and I'll find him a spot in the store to sit and relax. There are times that I question whether what I do for a living makes a difference in people's lives, over the last couple of days I have been reminded that it is not what you do that makes a difference, but how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to thank the following people from Baytown stores who surely have made a difference in people's live over the last couple of days:&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, TJ, Katelin, Chelsea, Gladys, Sylvia, Delores, Roger, Keitha, Linda, Kristy, Alvin, Joyce, Daniel, Douglas, Kevin, Lupe', Berling, Anil, Angelique, Yvette, Tandy, Rose and Kim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-2095822843313849562?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/2095822843313849562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2095822843313849562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2095822843313849562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2095822843313849562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike.html' title='Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8749785748888747253</id><published>2008-09-02T17:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:28:35.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>When we think of Labor Day as a holiday, what comes to mind?  Is it the Jerry Lewis telethon?   Baseball? or Barbecue with the family?  Labor Day is a day to relax with family, to contemplate days gone by and most of all, Labor Day is a day that most people rest.  My Dad is not most people.  This weekend, Hurricane Gustav chased my father and brother from their home in Vidor, Texas.  They evacuated to spend a few days with my family while the storm arrived.  Well, there was no sign of the Hurricane at my dad's home, much less my own.  But, it does not mean there was no evidence of a Hurricane's aftermath in my front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You see, while many were around the grill yesterday, my dad stated that he was bored.  When my dad is bored, no one is bored!  The yardwork projects which have been put off all summer long were tackled.  Low hanging limbs were cut, weed trees were removed, a flower bed was beautified and a fence was fixed.   What was left, was a pile of limbs and weeds 4 feet high.   Growing up, Dad taught me about work ethic.  He taught me, Jon and Brian that nothing feels as good as the feeling of accomplishment after a project is complete.  He reminded me yesterday, and spread the message to my wife and kids as well.  So, while the rest of the area breathed a sigh of relief yesterday afternoon, my family sighed in fatigue coupled with a sense of delight at a job well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8749785748888747253?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8749785748888747253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8749785748888747253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8749785748888747253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8749785748888747253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8760726424596314332</id><published>2008-08-27T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:31:44.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfazed by time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or obstacles in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving forward with vigor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with each passing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noting the sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you feel from within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;able to silence cries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as each dawn begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bravery, unhindered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the fear disappears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farewell to the bitterness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reaching new frontiers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Courage to ignore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your own self doubts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to rise above masses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ignorant shouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wat courage have you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pouring from inside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To split from the norm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to not be denied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is the courage of self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that should always inspire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To achieve one's goals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to always reach higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week, one of my employees went back to school. He is a young man who has always done exactly what was asked of him at work. He would work for others if they needed him to, and would usually go the extra mile, all for $6.50/hr. I hate to lose him, but I wish him well, and I wish him success. He is one of those youngsters that you root for to achieve everything they are capable of. With, Kevin...I believe he'll achieve more. I am extremely proud of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8760726424596314332?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8760726424596314332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8760726424596314332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8760726424596314332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8760726424596314332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/08/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-6228280199682707086</id><published>2008-08-22T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:43:12.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Champion</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever told you, "You can't do that!" ?  &lt;br /&gt; Well, they've told me.  It's frustrating to think that others feel they can put limits on what we can accomplish as human beings.  I mean, others don't know what you or I can accomplish when we put our minds to it.  At a young age, I was told I was too bulky to play soccer, that I was better suited for football. I tried football it was boring to me to play.  You had all those pads on, so I played in what seemed like a suit of armor.  After two years, I went back to my sports love, soccer.  There were no soccer teams left in town for my age group, so my mom and dad drove 25 miles each way so I could play.  I played for 6 years before and six years after football.  I never has as much fun in sports as I did while playing on a soccer field.  Years later, my kids have become old enough to play soccer, and every year I have ended up helping to coach them.  I was told, you can't, I did it anyway.  Because I wanted to.  It wasn't will or fortitude or anything like that.  I chose to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This year at the olympics, several "that can't be done!" moments have fallen.  From Phelps and his 8 gold medals, to Torres at 41 competing and winning a silver.  What about Bolt, flying down the track like lightning and breaking a world record?  All of these things were considered obstacles before the games.  Artificial obstacles placed upon the participants by age, human limitations or even the epic nature of a feat which is trying to be accomplished.  Each of those athletes, and thousands more at these games have chosen to become champions.  They have trained and excelled as few others can.  They have reached the pinnacle of human endurance and fitness.  All of the olympians which we have watched should be considered champions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But, there is one who stands out more than others to me.  Natalie Du Toit is a swimmer from South Africa.  During her 6.2 mile race, she had issues with her cap, she had issues with dehydration, and at the end, she had trouble getting out of the pool.  She finished 16th in a race of 25 competitors.  Her time was  2 hours and 49.9 seconds.  To me, an incredible time.  To her, it was disappointing.  You see, she came to these olympics expecting to excel.  She expected to medal, and declared she would be back in 2012.  If you are still reading this, you may ask what is so special?  Du Toit, just wants to compete.  She wants to be treated the same as all of the other competitors.  It is difficult to compare the inspiration of her story with that of the other racers.  You see, Du Toit has only one leg.  In 2001 she lost a leg from injuries in a motorecycle accident.  Her hopes of olympic glory were considered finished.  She was told that she would not be able to compete at the same level as before.    &lt;br /&gt;  If you are unsure of the strength and endurance which it takes to swim this distance, the next time you are at your gym or a regulation pool, realize that most are 25 meters in length.  Swim a lap without stopping. It's 50 meters.  How tired are ya?  Now, multiply that lap by 200=  10000 meters. &lt;br /&gt; One pesky thing about people who are stubborn, or who have an incalculable will, you shouldn't tell 'em that something can't be done.  They may do it anyway, just to spite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more on Du Toit:Amputee inspires in Olympic debut By The Associated PressPosted Tuesday, August 19, 2008 9:44 PM ETBEIXIAOYING TOWN, China (AP) -- Natalie du Toit pulled herself onto the dock and waited for someone to bring her prosthetic leg. She stretched out the other leg -- the one she didn't lose in that horrendous motorcycle accident -- and chatted with an official about the first open water race in Olympic history. Du Toit didn't finish where she wanted. Not even close. But just making it to Beijing was a huge victory for anyone who's ever faced a disability. Hoping to contend for a medal, the 24-year-old South African amputee fell off the pace toward the end of the grueling 6.2-mile race and finished 16th on Wednesday, more than a minute behind gold medalist Larisa Ilchenko of Russia. "I tried my best," du Toit said. "I'm not too happy with it, but I'll be back for 2012." Don't bet against her. When she walked out with 24 other swimmers to be introduced for the groundbreaking event, it was quickly apparent she wasn't like any of them. Du Toit hobbled along stiffly on her artificial leg, No. 23 written on her back and both arms. While others bounced up and down to loosen up, she settled for shaking her arms. A couple of times, she walked over to the edge to splash water on her face and goggles, leaning over tenuously with the wooden prosthetic sticking out to the side, keeping her from falling over. When it was time to race, she walked slowly onto the dock and removed her replacement leg. Someone moved it to the side, and du Toit sat at the edge of the water, her right leg dangling in. When the starter called for everyone to get ready, she pulled herself up, wobbled just a bit and dove in. She was an Olympian. "My message isn't just to disabled people," du Toit said. "It's to everyone out there that you have to work hard. I've been through a lot of ups and downs ... but I've seen a lot of good things along the way. I was able to use the negativism in a good light and say after my accident, 'I can still do it if I work hard.' "You have to set dreams, set goals and never give up." VideosWatch the 10k The 10k marathon swim debuted in Beijing.PhotosNatalie du Toit South African swimmer Natalie du Toit, whose left leg was amputated below the knee after a 2001 motor scooter accident, competed in the 10k open water race in Beijing.Women's 10k open water Du Toit, who carried the South African flag in the Opening Ceremony, hung with the lead pack much of the race, but she had a problem with her cap and couldn't keep up when the pace quickened toward the end of the two-hour ordeal. She finished 1 minute, 22.2 seconds behind Ilchenko, who out-sprinted two British swimmers who led most of the way. Then again, du Toit's time of 2 hours, 49.9 seconds put her ahead of nine others, including 16-year-old American Chloe Sutton, who broke down in tears after finishing, every part of her body cramping and aching. "I was swimming next to her and she beat me -- and she has one leg," Sutton said. "It's incredible she was able to do that." Du Toit was an up-and-coming swimmer who just missed qualifying for the 2000 Sydney Games when her life took a tragic turn in 2001. Returning to school on a motorbike after a training session, she collided with a car and sustained massive injuries to her left leg. Doctors tried for a week to save it but finally had to amputate at the knee. Instead of giving up on her athletic career, du Toit was back in the water six months later. Swimming made her feel whole again, though she wasn't competitive with able-bodied athletes in the pool, where the legs are vital for starts and turns. Along came open water, which was added to the program for Beijing. There are no flip turns to negotiate in marathon swimming, which is usually held in lakes and oceans, and the upper body is more important than the legs. "When I take my leg off and I'm completely free in the water," du Toit said, "that's who I am." She had found her new calling. Du Toit qualified for the Olympics with a fourth-place finish at the World Championships in Spain this year. "I find it hard, and I'm a completely able-bodied person," said Cassandra Patten, who won bronze in the race held at the Olympic rowing and canoeing course. "She's an amazing role model." The race didn't go according to plan. Du Toit caught her skintight cap on a buoy and spent much of the time fiddling with it, trying make sure it didn't fall off. With the cap occupying her attention, she kept skipping the drink stops along the course and wound up getting dehydrated. By the end, her leg was cramping and searing pain ripped through her bulky arms. "I couldn't even get out of the water," du Toit said. "That showed I gave my best." After bobbing on the surface in the finish area for a few seconds, she finally hoisted herself onto the deck. The official came over with her artificial leg, which was stuffed with the T-shirt du Toit wore out for the start. She pulled it out, slipped on the prosthesis and walked slowly toward dry land. Du Toit has put herself out there for everybody to see, and she's eager to share her story. "Sometimes you feel a bit awkward kind of asking, but she told me everything. She told me about the accident, what happened, the rehab," Patten said. "She's got such courage. Everyone's insecure, everyone has insecurities. To kind of put that in show and be totally fine with that is totally amazing. I'm going to go and give her a big cuddle." Du Toit was not the first disabled athlete to compete at the Olympics, or even in Beijing. Natalia Partyka, who was born with a right arm that ends just below the elbow, made the Polish team in table tennis. Both will remain in Beijing after these Games to compete in the Paralympics. Du Toit will be looking to match the five gold medals she won in Athens four years ago. No disabled Olympian was more successful than American gymnast George Eyser, who won three golds and five medals overall while competing on a wooden leg at the 1904 St. Louis Games. His left leg was amputated after a train accident. Still, it's quite unusual for someone with a major disability to compete at this level, especially in a sport such as swimming where the legs provide so much power. Ilchenko praised du Toit for not letting her disability hold her back. She was right in there battling with everyone else in a race that's often called wrestling in the water for its rough tactics. "I'd even go so far as to award her a separate medal," the winner said through a translator. "I have enormous respect for her. It is exceedingly hard. Just looking at these people inspires you." Du Toit did receive a special gift from officials at the rowing basin: a traditional Chinese drawing encased in a wooden box. She doesn't want to be treated any different, however. "I worked hard to get here," she said. "I want to do everything on merit. This is not just a free ride." Du Toit didn't get a free ride Wednesday. She was an Olympian, just like everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-6228280199682707086?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/6228280199682707086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=6228280199682707086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6228280199682707086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6228280199682707086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-champion.html' title='A True Champion'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-7540735434995640126</id><published>2008-08-13T23:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:42:05.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympics--What makes a champion?</title><content type='html'>The Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As some of us watch the olympics this week and next and listen to commentators tell us of the training regimen or eating habits of some of the world's most recognizable athletes, I wanted to put a different spin on things.  The gold medalists will get the majority of the headlines from these games, but some of us may forget that all of these participants are winners.  There are roughly 5 billion people on our earth, and a large number of those people are paying attention to the olympics with an interest far exceeding a passing fancy.  I am not going to get on a soapbox that people should love the olympics for what they represent, or how they are being presented.  To me the athletes are there, not for themselves but for their nations.  Last night I watched Michael Phelps win another Olympic medal and break a world record.  I will not discount his dominance of his events, it's like Tiger and Jordan rolled into one.  But to me, one of the most inspirational stories so far is that of the Israeli swimmer who did not originally qualify for the games.  He was added to the team at the last minute, and was able to make his way to China. He went, not to compete for a gold medal, but to represent his country:BEIJING, China, August 7. JUST days before the 2008 Olympic Games officially began, Israel's Alon Mandel sustained a personal bombshell. While working around his house in Netanya, Mandel's father Costa died after falling from a ladder. Mandel has since made the decision to compete in Beijing before heading back home to continue the mourning process. &lt;a href="http://www.bangkokpost.com/sportsplus/sportsplus.php?id=129415" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.bangkokpost.com/sportsplus/sportsplus.php?id=129415&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; He swam.  He swam for his country and he swam because, as he said, that's what his father would have wanted.  In an 8 person heat, he was the eighth to finish the race.  But, to me, he cannot be considered last.  He finished with the best recorded time for  an Israeli swimmer for this event.  Many who read this will know the name Michael Phelps as an Olympic Champion and he is. To me, Alon Mandel is a champion. Not for finishing first, but simply for finishing. &lt;br /&gt;   My condolences to Mandel and his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-7540735434995640126?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/7540735434995640126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=7540735434995640126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7540735434995640126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7540735434995640126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-what-makes-champion.html' title='The Olympics--What makes a champion?'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-9201836109627847815</id><published>2008-08-06T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:26:50.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help save the Aqua Hoodie</title><content type='html'>My wife will not go out with me in public after I purchase this thing, but come on...How can you argue with the fashion statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepoint.com/campaigns/its-a-cold-day-in-atlantis-save-the-aquaman-hoodie"&gt;http://www.thepoint.com/campaigns/its-a-cold-day-in-atlantis-save-the-aquaman-hoodie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, sign up, join the cause, heck I'll post pics of me in this thing in public if it gets made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-9201836109627847815?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/9201836109627847815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=9201836109627847815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/9201836109627847815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/9201836109627847815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-save-aqua-hoodie.html' title='Help save the Aqua Hoodie'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-866321781521850294</id><published>2008-07-09T01:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:13:40.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As the Light Fades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gaze into the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and see it's shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thoughts of Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and God so divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As  day becomes night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the stars shine bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember the love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that comes from the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and letting them go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much harder than any&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can possibly know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do some lights dim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while still in their prime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do loved ones leave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before it's their time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold the love so near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as it must remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;living inside us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll forever retain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For as Love lives on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;memories as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tears will subside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our stories to tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smile for what once was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;say goodbye aloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but celebrate lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and make them most proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost my Mom a year ago today, and this is something that has been on mind a lot lately.  Loved ones are never truly gone, because my Mom exists to me as much today as she ever did.  I just didn't get a chance to say so long until we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-866321781521850294?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/866321781521850294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=866321781521850294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/866321781521850294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/866321781521850294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-light-fades.html' title='As the Light Fades'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-797667466619455642</id><published>2008-07-08T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:35:52.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today marks one year...</title><content type='html'>I lost my Mom a year ago today.  I spent part of the day with my dad, and a lot of time on the road.  The thing is, when I drive, I think.  Today, I thought a lot about Mom.  I remembered a lot of the great things that we did.  I remebered some of the dumb things that I crossed her on, but mostly...I remembered her smile, and I remembered her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her's was a light that did not shine nearly long enough, but as it glowed it was bright indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I miss you, and I'll love you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-797667466619455642?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/797667466619455642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=797667466619455642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/797667466619455642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/797667466619455642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-marks-one-year.html' title='Today marks one year...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-2110651740646255553</id><published>2008-07-04T10:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:22:24.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we look upon the sunset which will signal the night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let us remember that there is no commodity which we hold dear more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; than freedom. Our freedom in this land 232 years ago was limited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was limited in the sense that a great Kingdom across a vast ocean chose our path for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We as a people were treated much like children, and decided no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our founding fathers on this day signed a document stating NO MORE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a nation we have evolved. We have evolved because freedom is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; to all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the 1860's our nation battled against itself for the cause of freedom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The freedom which all men should enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The battle scarred our nation but in time, we healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 1920 our country finally enacted women's suffrage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Women had the freedom to help to choose the leaders of our nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This freedom was long overdue, but we as a nation have progressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the 1960's, a man Had A Dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His dream, though cut short by the ignorant is still being realized today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, we are on the cusp of His Dream being realized,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as our nation has evolved again and chosen a candidate to lead us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not based on color, gender, or religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but on merit and potential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, we enjoy the Freedom to choose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the freedom to enact new policy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the freedom to be inspired by media of all kinds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be it movies, music, art, books, or theatre our freedoms as a nation are limitless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight as we look towards the sky and see the bright lights of the fireworks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the lights which signified the freedom which we enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we see movies, or watch sporting events today, remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; brave men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 56 Brave Men who stood up for a people and said no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those men without fear of recourse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or consequences signed our Declaration of Independence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With those signatures, came our Nation's Freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-2110651740646255553?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/2110651740646255553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2110651740646255553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2110651740646255553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2110651740646255553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-6726149296680937429</id><published>2008-06-18T22:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:54:02.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers from Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispers from Darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lying at night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; feeling  the breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we listen intently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; hearing with ease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whispers from  darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we will not  fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hearing the rumbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of storms which are near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never to worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shielded by  night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;longing for morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sun's first light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as each day begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're starting anew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;possibilities endness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the daybreak dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sunrise brings promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chances abound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoping to recount&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last night's many sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sounds of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your own dreams divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;embracing the hopes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of your own mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While some may be scared of the night and the unknown, it is best to realize that a dream is within the reach of all of us.  It is only a matter of how much we are willing to work, sacrifice and aspire to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-6726149296680937429?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/6726149296680937429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=6726149296680937429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6726149296680937429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6726149296680937429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/06/whispers-from-darkness.html' title='Whispers from Darkness'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-2931648289382591881</id><published>2008-06-04T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:05:45.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spreading Our Wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dread and fear of&lt;br /&gt;That which surrounds&lt;br /&gt;Doubting yourself&lt;br /&gt;hopelessness abounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing off sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Shattering your bonds&lt;br /&gt;Anxious to begin&lt;br /&gt;confidence responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing in life&lt;br /&gt;That we must grab&lt;br /&gt;Life's bright mystery&lt;br /&gt;Avoid the drab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing to feel&lt;br /&gt;the sun on your brow&lt;br /&gt;It's time to believe&lt;br /&gt;To yourself vow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings&lt;br /&gt;Finally to fly&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the stars,&lt;br /&gt;your limits deny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-2931648289382591881?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/2931648289382591881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2931648289382591881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2931648289382591881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2931648289382591881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/06/spreading-our-wings-dread-and-fear-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4443645047324637177</id><published>2008-06-03T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:45:53.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Times like a river</title><content type='html'>As time passes we each are swept away by the currents which are our own lives.  We fail to take the time to enjoy.  We fail to enjoy the ride or reflect upon our own past, we are mainly concerned about what's around the next bend.  As you journey down the river which is time, make sure to sometimes just be.  Be in the moment, lay back and watch the clouds pass by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4443645047324637177?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4443645047324637177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4443645047324637177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4443645047324637177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4443645047324637177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/06/times-like-river.html' title='Times like a river'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-7107643419655739760</id><published>2008-05-31T11:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:51:33.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Kelley</title><content type='html'>School's out for Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   While the kid's may be happy, and the parents may be hesitant, others were not completely ready for the school year to come to a close. I wanna talk about my wife, or as her kids call her, Mrs. Kelley. This was her first year to teach full-time and she had 5th Grade science and social studies at Harlem Elementary. Going in, she was very excited, but also a little nervous about the adventure she was about to embark upon. Some of the kids were difficult, some didn't care either way. But, each day my wife would arrive at the school between 530 and 630 am. Most of the time she was the first teacher on campus, sometimes she'd be the last member of the faculty to leave. She did not do this because she was behind, but she wanted her kids to be engaged and interested in the subject matter that she was presenting. She worked about some Saturday's this year, and was usually lesson planning for her kids at night here at home. It paid off, as the year end measurements of achievement became available. Most of Her kids succeeded at the course work, and at the year end TAKS test. &lt;br /&gt;After seeing her and her 5th grade team, I have a new understanding of the paperwork and red tape that a teacher must endure to accomplish much of anything. The administrators on her campus were for the most part amazing in the support they can lend. As the week drew to a close, she told me how much she would miss her kids, and I understood. I understood that Friday was the last day of school, and it would hit then. During the 5th grade ceremony, she broke into tears a couple of times. Her kids hugged her and told her how much they would miss her. She returned their feelings. She received flowers from at least one, bear hugs from several, and has an emotional bond with quite a few. You'll notice that they are referred to as her kids, they weren't students to her, they are her kids, she was responsible for them for 9 months. She took pride in that responsibility, and she will always take pride in them.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we went to dinner. It finally hit. She would see a handful of her students again. They would never be in the same place as a group again, and that made her very sad. After talking for a while she went through a list of 15-20 names of children that she had taught this year that had come so very far.  I am sure, that over the next few years, we'll be attending football games and band concerts, so she can see some of her kids again.  She is proud of the accomplishments of her first batch of pupils. More than that, I am proud of her. She has done an amazing job this year. She'll do an amazing job next year as well, and the next, and so on. I am very proud of you sweetheart, and more than that, you should be proud of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-7107643419655739760?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/7107643419655739760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=7107643419655739760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7107643419655739760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7107643419655739760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/05/mrs-kelley.html' title='Mrs. Kelley'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4042629582717072762</id><published>2008-05-26T07:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:26:07.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance on Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Those Who Have Fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with both sadness and respect that we celebrate this day.&lt;br /&gt;For this is the day that we remember.&lt;br /&gt;This is the day that we look upon those who have paid the ultimate price,&lt;br /&gt;so that our way of life would be upheld. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have fallen are nameless,&lt;br /&gt;except in regards to their loved ones to the majority of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not ask for glory, riches or even fame...&lt;br /&gt;They have fallen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day brave men and women are giving their lives in service of their countries and communities with nothing but their own courage to drive them. &lt;br /&gt;They have fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not represent a political party, or are trying to achieve an unknown objective... &lt;br /&gt;They have fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have slept in our beds, or gone about our daily lives being consumed with our own thoughts and situations...&lt;br /&gt;They have fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to thank those who defend us.  Be it a soldier, a police officer, fireman or other servant of the peace.&lt;br /&gt;As we celebrate today with barbecue or a trip to the movies&lt;br /&gt;or even watching our favorite sporting event, please remember. &lt;br /&gt;Remember that Those Who Have Fallen are the ones who deserve the honor, respect, and adulation that some reserve for those on the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you set out to make your plans this Memorial Day, make sure as you are packing supplies to take time out.  Take time to remember the courage.  Take time to remember the bravery, but most importantly, take time out to &lt;br /&gt;Remember Those Who Have Fallen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4042629582717072762?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4042629582717072762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4042629582717072762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4042629582717072762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4042629582717072762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/05/remembrance-on-memorial-day.html' title='Remembrance on Memorial Day'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4543933531297875276</id><published>2008-05-23T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:26:54.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Custom Slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w264.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/2fa0d2f3.pbw" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i264.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=96" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/?action=view&amp;current=2fa0d2f3.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4543933531297875276?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4543933531297875276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4543933531297875276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4543933531297875276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4543933531297875276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/05/newest-custom-slideshow.html' title='Newest Custom Slideshow'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-5943454027737800623</id><published>2008-05-22T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:52:55.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What is a dream?  Why do we have them, and why do certain images continue to pop up as we sleep?  Do our dreams try to tell us things that we don't wish to face while we are awake?  I don't have any idea about the answers to these questions, only theories...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       There have been times over the last year where my dreams have been simple and mundane.  Of course there have also been times where my dreams have been frightening and brought on by what may be guilt.    I have actually been sleeping better without medication over the last couple of weeks.  I have dreamt lately of my mom quite a bit, but my reaction has not been what some may think.  I have embraced those dreams and not wanted to wake from my sleep.  As strange as it may sound, I guess I have felt comfort in being able to spend time with her, even though it's only in a dream.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-5943454027737800623?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/5943454027737800623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=5943454027737800623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5943454027737800623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5943454027737800623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4360454057623109484</id><published>2008-05-21T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:40:15.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heroes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  We all have different views of what a hero is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it someone we see in a movie or read about in a book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Is it a sports hero or even a musician? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; For me, a hero is someone who does something real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; A hero will attempt to make a difference in the lives of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Be it through keeping citizens safe from crime or danger, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bringing food to the hungry, helping those in need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or teaching a child to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; These are the true heroes that we should aspire to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  When you think about it, we can all be heroes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; maybe not famous or lauded by the public. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Maybe we won't be rich or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; even receive any recognition from anyone but ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  But, truly being a hero means not being concerned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about how others feel about your actions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it means being selfless enough to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that what you do is the right thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How will you be a hero today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4360454057623109484?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4360454057623109484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4360454057623109484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4360454057623109484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4360454057623109484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/05/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4155426906165602251</id><published>2008-05-19T23:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:05:43.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Facing the Storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We watch the storm carefully as it's fury grows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We listen to the winds howl and long for the rain to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the thunder claps and the lightning slashes the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we grow weary and sometimes realize that we may be mistaken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We grow afraid of what is to come and only want things to be as they once were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is like riding out the storm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and waiting for other squalls to come and go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The more furious the storms that we endure, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the more knowledge we will possess of the world around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most important thing is to endure the storm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do not shy away, don't shield yourself from the fury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For, when we face the storms which life throws our way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we grow into what we may become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4155426906165602251?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4155426906165602251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4155426906165602251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4155426906165602251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4155426906165602251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/05/facing-storm.html' title='Facing the Storm'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3282248363323510635</id><published>2008-05-18T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:52:18.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little rambling on my part today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and felt like being a little creative in a different way, it is a rough draft of something, I do not know exactly what. But, I felt it conveyed some feelings that have been bottled up inside for a little while now. I did not know exactly where to post this for feedback on here, so here ya go. Please tell me your thoughts: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;One More Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you only had another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to say all your good-byes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would tell all your truths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and admit all your lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would say so long to some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd realize what you'd missed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there would be some regrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would be a long list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would think "I did my best"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, feel you went astray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you would make the tough choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with only one more day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are the things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you would set right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are the choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you think of at night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With only one more day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would proclaim your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those that are near you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or your Good Lord above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll see no warnings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll receive no signs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there will be no chances &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to relive the good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more sunups or sundowns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todays or tomorrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be thankful for happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and forgive your sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should live each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as if it will be our last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell those close you love them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But above all, have a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3282248363323510635?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3282248363323510635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3282248363323510635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3282248363323510635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3282248363323510635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-rambling-on-my-part-today.html' title='A little rambling on my part today...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-5484255502926957395</id><published>2008-05-10T16:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:44:11.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day Mom</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a different opinion about what Mother's Day is all about. Is it about celebrating someone who gave you the gift of life? Is it about enjoying time with the person who nurtured and took care of you when you were young? Not everyone is lucky enough as to have had a mother who was always there for them. For that, whether you want it or not, my sympathies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse, Counselor, Chauffeur, Coach, Teacher, Chef, Maid, Cheerleader, Referee... My mom was all of these things and so much more. But, my favorite thing about my mom, is that growing up, my mom was my best friend. We had fun together. Whether it was taking a walk or playing games, she was always there. When my brothers and I would play basketball in the front yard, she was there with us. Whether is was a soccer game, a scout meeting, or even just going to a friends house for a sleepover, she made sure we got there safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 11, I wanted a hobby. I asked my mom if it was okay if I collected comics, she and my dad took me to numerous stores which carried comics. I was hooked. I can't begin to tell you all of the things that my mother means to me. As I grew older, tensions developed between my father, my brothers and myself, she always mediated the disagreements and made sure things were okay. As I started dating, she was there through my first crush, my first love, and more importantly, my first break-up. She told me that the sun would rise the next day, and I would wake up and start again. I never told my mother thank you nearly enough. I don't think any of us do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom could make a friends in a minute and a half. She loved life, but loved people even more. We would eat lunch together as much as possible, When I got my license, the first movie I went to, I went with her. It was the Tom Hanks Dragnet film. It was awful, but we laughed together and had a great time. She was there for me when I had my tonsils remover(21) and the Chicken Pox(23). She was there for the births of my children. She came to their soccer games and choir recitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to do was make my mother smile. No matter what, as long as I got a smile, we were cool. On her 50th birthday, my dad had to work, so I took her to a bar. Someone put on some Garth, and my mom and I danced. During the song, I looked down at her and said" Mom, do you realize that you are half a century old?" She looked at me a minute and we had a chuckle and a hug. Time moved on, and so did I. I moved out of our little town, and ended up meeting my wife. I spent less and less time with my folks as my kids got older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was ill for a while, and then she got better. After getting as healthy as I'd seen her in 5 years, she and my dad stopped by to see me on their way home from a doctor's visit. She couldn't talk because of a trachea tube, and I told my father that he could finally get a word in edgewise. She looked at me funny for a second, and then she smiled. That was on July 4th of 2007. I was busy with it being a holiday, they cut their visit short because they didn't want to be in my way. I told them both I loved them, and went back to work. Four days later, my mother was gone. She passed away at home with my father at her side. I got to my father as quickly as I could, he has been strong. I have had a rough time dealing with mom's passing over the last 10 months. I work in retail, and have been selling Mother's day card, after Mother's day card. That has caused me to miss my mom even more. The hardest part was saying goodbye at her funeral. Jon and I each gave a eulogy, but as we each muddled through the words that we were saying to those assembled that day, I hadn't fully processed that my mother was gone. 10 months later, it has sunk in. I wake up each day, and the sun rises. It's gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not tomorrow. But, I think it will be soon. Thanks for listenin' guys.Happy Mother's Day to all of the mom's out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-5484255502926957395?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/5484255502926957395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=5484255502926957395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5484255502926957395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5484255502926957395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-mom.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day Mom'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-5464842056017076525</id><published>2008-05-07T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:56:20.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>"Nothing you have or nothing you can acquire is as valuable as your integrity."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.  Betty Leslie, VHS Teacher, 1989 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Physics teacher in High School, Mrs. Leslie, who told us that one day as others were discussing something in the news and how they would do anything to get their hands on...whatever.  See, I don't remember exactly what the conversation was about, but I remember those words and that meaning.  In the last 19 years, I have worked hard and had to terminate employees for theft on more than one occasion.  Do I remember a whole bunch of High School Physics?  heck no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I took that lesson to heart that day.  I mean, my parents taught me right from wrong.  My heart knew right from wrong.  But, no matter what Mrs. Leslie tried to teach us the rest of the year, nothing, and I mean nothing made as much of an impact on me as that lesson.  It may have just been a remark to her, not to me.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  I was driving through a parking lot in my hometown last week.  There she was.  Twenty years older, but still looking the same.  Her lesson, still means as much to me today as then.  Not from the words, but from the simple concise and oh so wise message.  Thanks Mrs. Leslie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-5464842056017076525?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/5464842056017076525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=5464842056017076525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5464842056017076525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5464842056017076525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-7568048709768964430</id><published>2008-04-23T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:18:23.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aquaman collection...</title><content type='html'>Just to show that I totally need to grow up, I wanted to show a picture of my Aquaman figure collection( For some reason the KC Aquaman isn't shown, it's the best Aquaman figure to date IMO):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-04-21collection001-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/2008-04-21collection001-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-04-21collection030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/2008-04-21collection030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some customs I've made:&lt;br /&gt;Aquaman, Tempest, Dolphin and Mera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-04-21collection003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/2008-04-21collection003-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Master, The Fisherman, Kordax, Marine Marauder, along with a DCD Black Manta and a couple of Pirate guys to go with The Thirst when I'm done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-04-21collection002-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/2008-04-21collection002-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like sharing I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-7568048709768964430?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/7568048709768964430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=7568048709768964430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7568048709768964430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7568048709768964430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-aquaman-collection.html' title='My Aquaman collection...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-6115236396391549773</id><published>2008-04-21T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:02:23.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A great start to my morning.</title><content type='html'>Listen, you know how everything supposedly happens for a reason.  Well, I've always felt that was a load of hooey until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You see, originally my plan was to go to work today, but the store I was heading to, I was at last week.  I thought about my mom a lot this weekend and I haven't been sleeping a lot lately,  so I decided to take a vacation day.  After taking the kids to school, I thought about a project around the house that I wanted to work on.  I headed into my local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baytown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOWE's&lt;/span&gt; looking lost.  Boyd, one of the clerks on the floor noticed me.  He asked if he could help me find anything.  He led me to my items, and helped me carry them to my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The normal small talk followed about the project.  I wasn't gonna do it today, but it looks like rain, so I wanted to have a project.  He stated on a day like today, he'd probably kick back and watch TV if he wasn't working.  I stated that I had lost my mom last year and if I didn't stay busy, I'd just shut down.  Then, the strangest thing happened.  He didn't say the normal "I'm sorry for your loss."  He asked me if he could pray for me.  I said I'd appreciate it.  It may have been a sight to others.  Two men, in the middle of Lowe's parking lot this morning praying in the rain.  But, I'll tell you what, it meant more to me today, than most people could possibly imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Just realize, if you are down, something as simple as a hardware project can turn into the great beginning of a day that I've needed lately.    I'll never forget how much Boyd helped me today.  Not with the lumber needs, but with my spiritual ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Boyd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-6115236396391549773?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/6115236396391549773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=6115236396391549773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6115236396391549773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6115236396391549773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-start-to-my-morning.html' title='A great start to my morning.'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-1484368731982232259</id><published>2008-04-19T03:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T04:17:10.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Jackson</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today, I lost one of the most amazing women out of my life that I've ever met.  Her name is Mary Jackson.  She was Kim's mom, and I miss her almost daily.  Her and Kim had a very special relationship in my opinion.  She was a very organized person who liked everything her way.  It took a while, but I learned to mess with her about it, maybe too much.  I did it out of love, but sometimes I don't think she always knew that.   She was almost always in a great mood, and could talk to anyone.  Lauren takes after her in that respect.  She could do anything craft related.  I mean anything.   What she made, she made out of love.  She had a lot  of love to give, and Nathan and Lauren adoored her. &lt;br /&gt;   Her and my father in law moved up to a little town called Maydelle, Texas a few years ago.  It is a little town of about 250(not a typo) people.  There is a post office in town and a little general store/cafe'.  If you are ever at Bertha's, try the breakfast special.  It is a town that time didn't forget, it just kinda decided to leave it alone.  The men gather in the cafe' to shoot the breeze.  If anything, it reminds me of a suburb of Mayberry from Andy Griffith.   Well, upon moving to town, Mary made a lot of friends.  She loved the country, and it loved her. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    I can only imagine at this point how today will affect Kim, I know it'll affect me some.  I miss you Mary.  Your daughter is doing very well in what she was meant to do, I know you are proud.   I also know you are watching over your grandkids, and they love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-1484368731982232259?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/1484368731982232259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=1484368731982232259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1484368731982232259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1484368731982232259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/04/mary-jackson.html' title='Mary Jackson'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3736246790931624895</id><published>2008-04-19T03:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:59:31.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a little while</title><content type='html'>Let's see...  In the last two weeks, pictures of my shame from the picnic were brought up at a district meeting.  I'll never live down the hula hooping incident.  I have gone through  a retail inventory at my store.  It went well, but could have been better.  And, I spent a day at a friends store in Clear Lake helping them start getting prepared for an inventory.  Why do you care about these things?  You don't.  I'm just trying to explain why I haven't had any entries lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up right now, because I can't sleep.  I guess I could, I just don't want to.  I haven't been sleeping well recently.  Insomnia and I have been bosm buddies for over 20 years now.  I guess buddies isn't the term.  More like that relative that shows up and stays a while ,  then, just shows up again out of the blue.  That's more accurate.  You see, when I stay busy, I sleep fine.  But, when I have a breather I run into problems.  I keep getting told to take something to help me sleep, I just don't like to.  I wake up feeling drugged and out of sorts if I take a sleep aid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3736246790931624895?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3736246790931624895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3736246790931624895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3736246790931624895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3736246790931624895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-little-while.html' title='Been a little while'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-2200240673751400617</id><published>2008-04-06T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:30:20.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Warrior Woes</title><content type='html'>First of all, my company had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;picnic&lt;/span&gt; this weekend. It was a day coordinated by our CVS district staffs and put together in a great and fun way for the whole family. There was tug of war, a limbo contest, hula hoop and a rubber chicken and egg toss.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a small man, in fact I am about 75 pounds overweight, but the event that I looked most forward to was a softball game between our two districts. I was excited, ready to go, and the only thing I did not want to do was make a fool of myself. The positions were set, the batting line-up was set, and for some reason I was batting lead-off. I walked up to the plate half expecting to hit one in the gap and leg out a double for my team. I watched the first pitch go by and smugly looked at the pitcher, trying to decide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; in the field I would hit the ball. The second pitch came and I swung. I nailed the ball pretty hard and took off for first. A single was in my sights, until my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; step, where I lost my footing and fell headfirst onto the ground. I had succeeded on the second pitch of the game at making a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't score in the first, and quickly took the field. I took my station at second base, and was ready to prove that my prowess with the glove would make up for my plate appearance. Well....It didn't. The first ball hit my way, I fell again. I won't say it was the shoes(they weren't cleats by the way). We got out of the first w/ only giving up a couple of runs. My first inning was worthy of a segment on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AFV&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully there were no video cameras present.&lt;br /&gt;  We were down by 8 before we scored, and only because we recruited a couple of people during the game.   One guy walked up looking for the Keller Williams softball team, Kim told him, we could be if you want, but I'll go get you a shirt. He said that sounds cool, grabbed his glove and ran to the outfield.  We ended up losing 9-4. It could have been much worse. I did end up going 2-4 at the plate and drove in a run.&lt;br /&gt;The true result of a weekend softball game is only evident the next day. Today is the next day and I can barely walk. My legs and back are sore. The worst part is trying to get up. Work is gonna be rough this week. It's all good though. I've got a year until we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; again. I have two options, get in shape and hit a batting cage or hire a couple of good ballplayers before our next game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-2200240673751400617?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/2200240673751400617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2200240673751400617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2200240673751400617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2200240673751400617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-warrior-woes.html' title='Weekend Warrior Woes'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-500897831895495303</id><published>2008-04-03T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:56:09.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really a happy thing to talk about.</title><content type='html'>I battled what I thought was insomnia a lot when I was a teenager and in my early 20's.  I wouldn't sleep simply because I had too much other stuff to do.  Too many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;committments&lt;/span&gt; that I couldn't fulfill.  I worked and went to school full time, played soccer, had a steady relationship, and tried to spend as much time with friends and family that I could.  It caught up to me about twice a week and I'd crash.  I made that choice then.&lt;br /&gt;     What I'm going through lately is different.Well, I haven't been sleeping lately.  I don't know why, just haven't.  I've mostly been sitting up at night thinking about my mom and how much I miss her.  We had a lot of fun together, and I can't tell you what I'd give to get to talk to her again.  See, when you're young you want to spend as much time with your folks as possible.  As you get older, and into the teen years, that wish diminishes a lot.  Until, finally, you have your own family with kids who wanna spend time with you.  In the last couple of years of Mom's life I worked  a lot, spent time with my family  and attended funerals for loved ones.  I should have known that I wasn't spending the time with my Mom that I should.  I'd regret my inaction, and right now...I do.  My father has been extremely strong over the last 8 months, and most days I'm strong too.&lt;br /&gt;     It's at night when I'm having the most trouble.  My kids have an 830 bedtime and Kim is working full-time going in crazy early.  That also means she's bedding down early as well.   Which leaves me alone, with my thoughts.  If I try to lay down, I think about mom.  I miss her.  I miss making her laugh or looking at her smile.  My mom was my friend, and I need my friend right now.  I love you mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-500897831895495303?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/500897831895495303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=500897831895495303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/500897831895495303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/500897831895495303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-really-happy-thing-to-talk-about.html' title='Not really a happy thing to talk about.'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-2130163318372513679</id><published>2008-04-02T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:44:01.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My son</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about Nathan.  On June 17,1998 my world changed.  That is the day I became a father.  Nathan began getting restless inside Kim at around 430 am.  We were ready for the day, well Kim more than me, he was a week late.  He was taking his time I guess.  Since then, he hasn't really taken his time on a whole lot.   He wouldn't sleep well as a baby, unless I put him on my chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We knew we were in trouble when he was reading at 3.  We knew his teachers were in for it when he understood the concept of gravity at the age of 4.  But, I guess we fully realized what was going on, when Kim was subbing for an Algebra class when he was 6, and asked what Algebra was.  She told him, "Nathan, it's when you have to find an answer to a question like 2x=12."  Nathan responded, "so X is 6."  He is a very smart young man, but he has a perfectionist streak in him.  He worries about always doing things exactly right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On his first birthday, he ate the chocolate cake so as not to get dirty.  He loves being a kid, just sometimes doesn't fully understand their motivations.  He's 9 now, and growing up before my eyes every single day.  He is a great big brother and takes care of his sister whenever needed.  He is a normal kid in that he loves video games.  He can do pretty much anything he sets his mind to, except keep his room clean.  I am proud of the son that he is, but look forward to the man he will one day become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-2130163318372513679?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/2130163318372513679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2130163318372513679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2130163318372513679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2130163318372513679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-son.html' title='My son'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4232096151461973854</id><published>2008-04-02T20:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:25:49.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collector's quest...</title><content type='html'>It started years ago.  A buddy and I, Matt Hoffpauir, used  to drive from Beaumont to Houston on a regular basis on our almost monthly quests for the stuff we wanted.  For me back then, it was comic books, mainly Justice League of America comics, and old toys.  Matt was a collector as well and would pick up a few books as well.  His main goal was music.  The store's in Beaumont had the new stuff, it didn't matter.  What Matt looked for was old music by Todd Rundgren, and a lot of other people I had no clue who they were.   The music was great, it was mellow, and cool, and was the perfect ending to two friends who just liked to hang out and blow money we didn't have.  Hey, bills were paid,  so it didn't matter to us.  Honestly, whether we found anything or not,   we had a great time and would just talk about stuff on the drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Matt and I each have families to take care of now.  My family will sometimes go on the adventures with me.  My favorite stops now include Bedrock City Comics, Half Price Books and other Toy and books stores.  With the internet being so prevalent now, I know I could find everything I was looking for with technology.  In my opinion though, it's just not nearly as much fun.  The thrill of the hunt for the latest action figure for me or outfit for Lauren or science gizmo for Nathan.    To me, not much beats finding something which is cool at a flea market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4232096151461973854?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4232096151461973854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4232096151461973854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4232096151461973854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4232096151461973854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/04/collectors-quest.html' title='The Collector&apos;s quest...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-2757072962883403927</id><published>2008-04-02T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:13:34.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, The season is on...</title><content type='html'>As stated previously, I am an Astro fan.  So far, I've watched two games, and seen one run on the home team's side.  It is not a lack of effort, it is not even a lack of talent on the offensive side of the ledger.  Instead, I feel it foreshadows some things which may come this season.  The pitching has been fine in my opinion.  The hitting will come around.  And you know what,  things are gonna be okay for the Astros this season.  But, enough of the light-hitting show.  Tonight, let's get some runs on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Astros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-2757072962883403927?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/2757072962883403927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2757072962883403927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2757072962883403927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2757072962883403927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-season-is-on.html' title='Okay, The season is on...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3694823671863602068</id><published>2008-04-01T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:34:52.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 1st, What's the point?</title><content type='html'>I've never really gotten into the tradition of April Fool's Day.  I mean, why do people feel that it's necessary to try to pull the wool over other's eyes on one day each year.  I mean, I have heard some doozies in the past.  Like the one, where Jerry Jones was gonna change the name of the Cowboys to the Arkansas Aarvarks or something like that.  My problem is I'm gullible enough to fall for most of the stuff which is dished out.  I am an immature kid in a lot of ways.  I enjoy comic books, collecting action figures and watching dumb movies.  I am glad that others enjoy this day,  I for one just don't get it.  Hope you had a great day, and fooled more than fooled you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3694823671863602068?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3694823671863602068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3694823671863602068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3694823671863602068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3694823671863602068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-1st-whats-point.html' title='April 1st, What&apos;s the point?'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-5644601519359196460</id><published>2008-03-30T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:20:25.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a little about my daughter.  Her name is Lauren Elizabeth Kelley, she is 7 years old and loves every living thing.  She told me one day not to kill a mosquito because it was only doing what came naturally.  She cares about her family and her friends a great deal, more than most 7 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; should.  She always wants to help and has a very dry sense of humor for someone of her age.  Today, while i was at work, she sent her mom to bed and told her that she couldn't come out until she was told to.  My wife, Kim, felt this was a good opportunity to stretch out and complied.  I got home about 3 pm to my daughter sweeping up the floor and finishing up her cleaning of the living room.  Nathan looked up from the computer and Lauren was thrilled that someone could see the job she had done.  She did an amazing job cleaning the living room,  The tables were cleaned, the floor was swept and the trash and clutter which was visible was all combined to one area.  When I asked why she had done this, her response "so mommy wouldn't have to worry about it."  This is a 7 year old who could have been playing or watching TV.  Instead, she cleaned the living room, just because.  So even though some may not look at this as a big deal, I do.  I am proud of her initiative and the job that she did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-5644601519359196460?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/5644601519359196460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=5644601519359196460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5644601519359196460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5644601519359196460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-daughter.html' title='My daughter'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4548712594292708393</id><published>2008-03-29T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:18:13.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Reviews Continued</title><content type='html'>Well, I was able to get by my Comic Shop, Comic's Kingdom in Beaumont , Tx. this week.  These are some of the books that I picked up and read so far.  I try to avoid spoilers in my reviews, just wanna give a feel of what I see.  If you want more answers let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLA Classified #54:  It was the last issue in the series, and while the finale was not as good as it could have been, As a whole it was the best arc in the series.  I understand reasons that books get cancelled, but to me the JLA is something that sales wise could support two concurrent books, but they usually fail creatively in my opinion.  I am sure that the new JLA title in the rumormill will start out great, but if it takes away from the uniqueness of the regular series it becomes an issue.  Same as JLA crossing into JSA every couple of issues is getting stale.  Back to the point, I enjoyed the issue. 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice League of America #19:  Let's see, the JLA clashes with the government.  Transports themselves to the wrong planet to check on the conditions of the residents of the Salvation Run planet and can't find anyone.    I really liked the splitting into teams aspect but didn't understand the groupings.  Let's put Superman and Batman on one team, GL and Wonder Woman on another team, and the three newbies(Hawkgirl, Arsenal, and Vixen).  Well, they may not be newbies, but they certainly lack in the A-Team experience of the other group.  Finally the payoff of the classic villain who has set the trap.  All in all, a very good issue, but enough with the Arsenal, Hawkgirl, Cheshire triangle.  I've had it, and don't care to here about it anymore. 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booster Gold #7:  LOVED IT.  Pure and Simple, Blue and Gold together again will probably only last for another issue or two, but it has been fun to see again.  I like how Geoff Johns slipped in another Aquaman reference into one of his books(he's leaving Booster for another project in the near future right?).  The storey was fun and the reveal on the last page just gets more and more interesting.  This may be the best book I'm currenlty reading.9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown #8-5: Yay It's almost over.  While the stories have finally converged and has become a cohesive mess, rather than an incohesive mess, it is getting a little better.  Still don't see why I've dropped the money on this that I have, but Final Crisis should prove interesting.4/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman and the Outsiders #5:  Oh, the Dibny's, I love the Dibny's.  I thought it was a good issue, I like the verbal sparring between Metamorpho(the team veteran) vs. Green Arrow(the JLA veteran.  I enjoy this title a lot and am intrigued by it's direction. 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a some more in the next few days including thoughts on Salvation Run, Green Lantern, Green Lantern Corps. Teen Titans and Flash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4548712594292708393?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4548712594292708393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4548712594292708393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4548712594292708393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4548712594292708393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/comic-reviews-continued_29.html' title='Comic Reviews Continued'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-421000779008463027</id><published>2008-03-29T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T09:24:31.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Day is Two Days away</title><content type='html'>I love Baseball.  Sadly though, the Astros are my team: We have little to no quality, proven pitching behind Oswalt in the rotation.  Brandon Backe is a great spirit and has a lot of drive, but his elbow just got repaired, and some think he has pushed to get back too quickly.  The #3 pitcher, Wandy Rodriquez had a 7.5 ERA this spring. Shawn Chacon is a mystery to me at the #4. We have Woody Willaims and Chris Sampson battling for the #5 spot with ERA's above 10.&lt;br /&gt;  The defense is gonna be attrocious as we've replaced the best defensive SS in the NL,Adam Everett,  with a guy with below avg. defensive skills, Miguel Tejada.   Holes on defense in left with Lee and Center with Bourn(it has been stated recently that he can get to the ball, just has trouble catching it.&lt;br /&gt;We gave up a lot  young talent over the winter.  Long Term options like Chris Burke, Brad Lidge, Chad Qualls, Mike Lamb, Luke Scott(a personal favorite--GO LUKE) and Eric Bruntlett are gone for the likes of Jose Valverde, Michael Bourn, Doug Brocail.  Of course Craig Bigggio retired and Brad Ausmus has taken a back-up role to mentor J R Towles.   I am very happy to see Jose Cruz Jr. and Geoff Blum back with the team. &lt;br /&gt;  Everyone talks about our line up,  Well Bourn and Matsui were supposed to be at the top, Boune has struggle with hitting and Matsui is out for 3 weeks with a backside injury.  Pence will slide in at #2 for now and that is a plus.  Berkman as the #3 hitter and "leader" of the club is overrated,  Berkman is someone that I'd love to drink a beer with and cut up with.  He has a very dry sense of humor, but the example that a young player in today's game needs is one of mentorship. &lt;br /&gt;Carlos Lee is worth the contract he was given period. But, if the money he is making could have been spent on an outfielder, a 3rd basemen and a starting pitcher, this club would be in better shape.   I've talked about Tejada, and I think he'll do well.  He just needs to drive in 120 runs to make up for the defensive liability that I see him as.  At 3rd, it's Ty Wigginton, oh well, I thought that Lamb was a better option, and Loretta is a viable option in the infield as well. As stated Towles will be behind the plate, I think with his bat,he'll end up moving up in the order with Masui dropping to the 8th position.&lt;br /&gt;Bench not previously mentioned looks like it's between Darin Erstad, Humberto Quintero and David Newhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In my opinion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's gonna be a long year to be an Astro fan, and with the Rockets performing at the level they are the casual sport fan may not notice the Astros until mid-May.  By that time, they may already be out of the mix.  The Brewers and The Cubs are the class of the division this year.&lt;br /&gt;  I would like to see the Astros commit to a youth movement, so at least there would be justification for what we may witness this year.  I hope I'm wrong, but a 4th place finish is what I believe will happen this year for my guys.  A 4 th place finish with a young club is acceptable.  This is not a young ballclub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-421000779008463027?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/421000779008463027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=421000779008463027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/421000779008463027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/421000779008463027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/opening-day-is-two-days-away.html' title='Opening Day is Two Days away'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-9089632310058715841</id><published>2008-03-29T07:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T07:26:19.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Cartoons</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday morning.  I am just thinking how I used to love Saturday's.  I would wake up early, run into the living room and catch my favorite cartoons in my P.j.s on the floor with my cereal in front of the TV.  The greatest thing was that if my dad was home and walked through the room, he would always stop and watch Bugs Bunny with us.  Things have changed a lot.  The three "main" networks don't even show cartoons anymore.  I miss that, and my kids don't know what they are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite cartoons were:&lt;br /&gt;Aquaman/Superman Hour&lt;br /&gt;Bugs Bunny&lt;br /&gt;Super Friends&lt;br /&gt;The Batman and Robin Adventures&lt;br /&gt;Thundarr&lt;br /&gt;Spidey and his Amazing friends&lt;br /&gt;The Hulk&lt;br /&gt;Land of the Lost&lt;br /&gt;Laff-O-Lympics&lt;br /&gt;Rocky and Bullwinkle&lt;br /&gt;Flinstones&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I liked the action stuff, but there was that category that could get me to volunteer for yardwork:&lt;br /&gt;Smurfs&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Shortcake&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's nice to share the memories, if you have any on the subject, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-9089632310058715841?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/9089632310058715841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=9089632310058715841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/9089632310058715841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/9089632310058715841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/favorite-cartoons.html' title='Favorite Cartoons'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-1363309119547643548</id><published>2008-03-27T00:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:15:25.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A While...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a long week.  See, as mentioned previosly, I am a retail manager for a major chain.  While others enjoy their holidays with friends and family, it's crunch time in retail.  It's not about relaxing and letting the Ham settle, it's about getting ready for the next season as well as the daily tasks associated with business and life in general.  I made it through my Easter to summer conversion rather painlessly this year.  The people that I work with all do a great job and make work enjoyable more often than not.   I have been doing this for a while and have built a very strong team of co-workers who do a great job of keeping me de-stressed the majority of the time.  So, thank you to my team...Roger, Keitha, Rachel, Sylvia, Delores &amp;amp; Kevin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-1363309119547643548?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/1363309119547643548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=1363309119547643548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1363309119547643548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1363309119547643548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-while.html' title='Been A While...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-1437914011098342476</id><published>2008-03-17T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:50:18.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelley Family '08: The Voyage Home</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I wrote about the family's trip to Six Flags.  Today, I'll write about the trip back to the house that turned into so much more. I knew the morning would not start off well when I tried to shower in our QC room and their was no hot water.   It was okay though, the morning would get better at our "hot continental breakfast."  I don't mean to complain about little stuff,  but you know what...I will.  We got to the lobby at 745am, and they were out of my breakfast staple.  Not eggs, bacon or sausage mind you...Cereal.  I'm pretty flexible when it comes to my choice of breakfast foods, but I love my bowl of cereal in the morning.  Corn Flakes, Frosted Flakes, Raisin Bran, heck I don't care...give me Grape Nuts and I'm thrilled.   Not this morning, no cereal or bagels for me for breakfast.  I knew it would not be a good day.  Okay, the kids were happy, and things would be okay. &lt;br /&gt;   We went to Fair Park in Dallas for the end of our weekend getaway.  It is an area in Dallas which houses the Cotton Bowl and six museums.  The Science and History museums were both great.  The staff was helpful, and their was a cute elementary school tour going on.  All lined up together, holding hands, and behaving so well.  It was going so well, until THE JUNIOR HIGH KIDS ARRIVED.  When the Junior High tour arrived it was like seeing time lapse photography of a colony of insects moving upon a picnic.  Except it was in real time, and these kids were freaking loud and didn't give two hoots about science or history.  When the headache started, I was done and ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;    Home for us though, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baytown&lt;/span&gt;, Texas.  250 miles from our location.   I am not a person who is really in a hurry to get any where, today I should have been.  If you have ever made the drive on I45 from Dallas to Houston, you know there is not a whole lot to see.  The best thing we saw on the first half of the trip was the Russel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stover&lt;/span&gt; Outlet store in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corsicana&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a candy store attached to one of the 4 Russel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stover&lt;/span&gt; factories in the Country.  Pretty much anything they make was in this store at discounted prices.  The kids got what they wanted, the parents did too.  But we still had 200 miles to go, and we gave our kids candy.  Sugar on  a long car ride, not one of my better ideas.&lt;br /&gt;    There is so little to do on the trip back, my wife and I played a dumb little game of trying to name sitcoms based on letters of the alphabet.  You took turns until someone had to pass.  Whoever named the last sitcom got the point basically.  It is not as easy as it sounds.  After we were done, we realized in the "B's" alone, we missed Benson, Barney Miller, Bosom Buddies, and the Brady Bunch.  When you're in the car, try it....and if you know of a sitcom which begins with Q, V, or I  you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;     Upon getting back to our home area, Cafe Adobe was where my wife wanted to eat.  She loves this dish they have called "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Avocado&lt;/span&gt; Adobe".  They take an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Avocado&lt;/span&gt;, top with fajita meat, batter and deep fry it and cover it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;queso&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, it's real healthy, but she says it is worth it.  We stopped, piled out of the car, went in and waited to be seated, and waited.  Finally, we were given a table in the middle of the restaurant in plain sight of everyone except I guess of restaurant staff members.   One guy walked by us three times without even acknowledging we existed.   Finally after about 5-10 minutes, I wrote never mind on the back of Nathan's kid menu in green crayon, and we left.  Bad Breakfast, Bad Dinner experience and Chocolate for lunch, things weren't going well.  We did stop at the Red Lobster close by and had a great dining experience.  So, thank you for the staff at the Woodlands Red Lobster for rescuing an otherwise horrible dining day.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got home about 630 pm.  Everyone exhausted, but thrilled to be home.  With hot water in the tub and cinnamon toast crunch in the pantry, tomorrow will be a better day, and I don't have to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-1437914011098342476?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/1437914011098342476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=1437914011098342476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1437914011098342476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1437914011098342476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/kelley-family-08-voyage-home.html' title='Kelley Family &apos;08: The Voyage Home'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8174155358395378000</id><published>2008-03-16T17:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:35:06.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags Over Texas</title><content type='html'>My family and I spent the day at Six Flags over Texas.  It is located just south of Dallas in Arlington.  There are a lot of really cool rides, the kids and the parents had a great time,  Remember when you were young though.  Your parents were always the ones ready to leave and you always felt that you had missed something.  That didn't happen today though.  When we go to a theme park, Kim likes to get there early.  We were able to start riding the most popular stuff very early.  Kim won't ride the Roller Coasters, I don't do well with the spinning stuff, it works out.  There was a ride simulating a bobsled run which was Kim's favorite, a cool back and forth coaster named the Shockwave.  Nathan liked the Aquaman Splashdown, we got drenched.  Lauren liked the Mine Train best,  and my favorite was Mr. Freeze, 0-70 in 3 seconds.  It went through loops, climbs and corkscrews, and then went through everything backwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Six Flags is a great family place.  The weather was great, and Lauren was thrilled with the Supergirl cape and giant lollipop which was her souvenir...Too bad, that remnant of the lollipop are all over my foot.  The only drawbacks were quite a few attractions were closed for maintenance(a couple of the coasters that Lauren could ride), parking was $15 and the new Tony Hawk ride is not fininshed yet.  If you go, have fun and try the exclusive "pink thing", a sherbert pop on the way out. Nathan loved his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8174155358395378000?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8174155358395378000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8174155358395378000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8174155358395378000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8174155358395378000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/six-flags-over-texas.html' title='Six Flags Over Texas'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-332633776776076094</id><published>2008-03-14T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:32:41.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New York Giants sign David Carr</title><content type='html'>First of all,  I am not a Giant fan.  I was happy they beat the Patriots,  but with my wife being a Geen Bay Packer fan, and I being a Dallas Cowboy fan, I was not happy with their NFC run.  They got hot at the right time, and won it all.  But, that's not what I want to discuss today.  I want to discuss David Carr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am a Houston Texan fan.  When the Texans drafted Carr, I went out and bought a jersey like a lot of other people around town.  The only problem was, that the Texans never had an offensive line  which could protect him or a consistent running game that could take off some of the focus in Carr's first  years with the team.  The man took such a beating over his first 4 years, that by the time Gary Kubiak got there, to me there wasn't a whole lot left.  I think the man was punch drunk from all of the hits he took.  He can still make the throws, and I think he has all of the tools except one...Confidence.  The year he spent with  Kubiak, I think he improved, but Texan fans were upset he wasn't Vince Young.  They were also upset he didn't have Reggie Bush to get the ball to.  In hindsight, we did well with Mario Willaims.  When the Texans picked up Schaub, Carr was done in Houston.  After that, Carr spent a very forgettable year in Carolina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wish David Carr all of the luck in the world.  I believe him to be a fine family man, and an upstanding citizen with all of the tools of a steady NFL cquarterback.  I don't think that there are many tougher QBs in the NFL.  I hope that he gets his confidence back and realizes the potential that he has in his new situation.  He's behind Eli, and others, but I hope he does well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write at ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-332633776776076094?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/332633776776076094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=332633776776076094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/332633776776076094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/332633776776076094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-york-giants-sign-david-carr.html' title='The New York Giants sign David Carr'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4953467379490985174</id><published>2008-03-13T20:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:40:09.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor</title><content type='html'>Okay, last night I wrote about Idol, tonight it's Survivor's turn. Like Idol, in my opinion, these have started to run together. This is the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; season of Survivor. 15...How can it be fresh and new if it's been done 14 times before? Sorry, it can't. The first season I watched was Australia. With Colby, Keith, Jeri and whoever won. That is how these things run together in my mind. I mean, I can tell you that Dallas beat Buffalo 52-17 in Super Bowl XXVII. But, honestly...I don't know who won the last Survivor. It's relatively clean mindless television, and it was really the beginning of the reality TV genre. But, it just doesn't grasp people like it used to. Maybe I'm wrong, but I could swear that I've seen one of those challenges before. Oh well, Opening Day is just 19 days away for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Astros&lt;/span&gt;. That will be my must see TV. I just hope our pitchers don't hurt their necks from watching the balls fly around the yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4953467379490985174?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4953467379490985174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4953467379490985174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4953467379490985174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4953467379490985174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/survivor.html' title='Survivor'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-7993048029860745339</id><published>2008-03-12T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:46:02.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when Idol was a must see show? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I started watching the show in the Fantasia Barrino/ Jennifer Hudson  season.  Since then, while some of the performances have been really good, the only album I have picked up is Daughtry.  We DVR idol now, so we don't have to sit through all of the fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also think that there are too many "pros" who are on the show.  The performers that I am rooting for are David Cook(the rocker guy), and Brooke.  She has a beautiful voice which has a lot of soul in it in my opinion.  I really have no idea what that Amanda person is doing on stage,  I don't care for her stuff either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The problem is, it becomes a popularity contest.  I know that the appeal is getting America to vote for the one's to keep, but I think a change to the format where each judge selects a performer who is eligible to go home and the lowest vote total gets the ax would be a better way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my opinion, have a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-7993048029860745339?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/7993048029860745339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=7993048029860745339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7993048029860745339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7993048029860745339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-5659555434704512832</id><published>2008-03-10T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:46:24.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>Well, so far in two weeks of doing this, I've talked about skydiving, comic books, my dad and a lot of other stuff.  See, I can do that stuff, it's still with me, it's still there.  There is one person who is only left in memory for me.  Her name is Cheryl Raye Kelley, she is my mom.  I lost my mother on July 8, 2007.  I was at work when I got the phone call from my father, and I'll never forget the moment he told me my mom was gone.  Time just seemed to stand still as I was standing at the front of my store sobbing after being told that she has passed.  Grief is a strange thing.  It waits, bides it's time and strikes when you least expect.  The other day I was working and Wind Beneath My Wings came on the store radio.  I was a basket case for the next 20 minutes or so.  It just hits once in a while.  Words can't really describe how much I miss my mother.  Growing up, she was my best friend.  I could tell her anything, we would laugh together, run the roads together, it didn't matter.  My mom and I went to see Dragnet together in a theatre one night I think I was 18 or 19 at the time.  She loved Dan Aykroyd, and Tom Hanks wasn't a star yet.  We laughed at that movie and we laughed together.  It was a night for the longest time that I took for granted.  Looking back though, It was very special.  It was just me and mom going to see a movie together like friends often do.  I miss my friend, I miss my mom,  I will always love her, and cherish all the times now, that I may have took for granted then. &lt;br /&gt;   I don't want to sound like someone who tells others, if I knew then...type of stuff.  But, cherish the time you have with everyone that you love.  Enjoy it, savor it, and relish it, just don't decide that it'll have to wait.  Because if you do, You may miss sharing a special time with someone that you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-5659555434704512832?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/5659555434704512832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=5659555434704512832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5659555434704512832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5659555434704512832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-2213124405535471810</id><published>2008-03-10T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:28:40.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Title,</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that with the title of this blog, you'd think I would have a lot more stuff about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt; on here.  Well, here goes...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite comic character.  In first grade, Super Friends was on every Saturday morning.  At recess everyday we would go outside and play superheroes.  Everyone always fought over being Batman or Superman or Flash, but there was never any doubt on who would pretend they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt;.  You see, back then I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; haired blue eyed kid who knew more about &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; than anyone else at on the playground( I would watch reruns of the "old" cartoon at my Z.Z.'s house.  I knew his bad guys and I knew his wife was named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mera&lt;/span&gt;, my friends knew that Batman beat up the Joker and that Superman was Clark Kent.  They could argue amongst themselves, I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;    As I got older and I started reading more and more comics I would look for anything with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt; on the cover.  Super Friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;JLA&lt;/span&gt;, Action Comics, World's Finest, Adventure Comics, etc.  He was a founding member of the original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;JLA&lt;/span&gt;, and once disbanded the team to lead the way too brief &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;JL&lt;/span&gt; Detroit.   When I started reading the back issues, I understood more and more about the guy.  He was a husband, a King, a hero, a mentor, and at one time a father.  &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; son was killed by Black Manta, his greatest enemy, when he was only a toddler.  It was a comic book.  It wasn't real, and besides it was only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt;.  Until Flash and Linda Park and Luke Cage and his girlfriend,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Aquaman and Mera &lt;/span&gt; were the only comic couple that I know of who had become a parent while being published.   I know, I know, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;JSA&lt;/span&gt; kids keep springing up.  DC killed off Arthur Jr. 30 years ago.  No other character has experienced that type of loss to my knowledge.  I mean Batman lost Jason Todd and replaced him, Jason is back no by the way.  Ralph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dibny's&lt;/span&gt; character comes very close as far as being tragic.  He was a father to be, when his wife's character was killed off.(Identity Crisis was a great read by the way.)    Ralph then went a little nuts.  But, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt;...he lost his son, his Kingdom and his wife.  He remained a hero, until Dan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Didio&lt;/span&gt; and Infinite Crisis and 52.&lt;br /&gt;  He is  one of only 5 heroes to be published regularly since the 40's. Green Arrow, Bats, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Supes&lt;/span&gt; and Wonder Woman being the other four.  He has been a hero for his entire existence.  Be it the Golden and Silver Age Arthur Curry or the Modern Age Orin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt; has always been a hero.  Protecting his home and the world, but it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt; which the character has endured which makes him interesting to me.  Is he as strong as Superman? NOPE.  As fast as the Flash? No Way.  But , is there more to this character than most people understand.  Heck Yeah.  If you are interested in reading good &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;Sea King&lt;/span&gt; stories, try the Showcase Volume #1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt; for some Silver Age magic.  I also recommend Time and Tide, a 4 issue limited series which led directly to Peter David taking over the book and making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt; relevant again.  I also suggest the Craig Hamilton 4 issue series from 1985, it was the debut of the blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; suit.  There are no where near as many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt; fans as there are Spider-Man or X-Men fans out there.  Just realize, that us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt; fans know that our guy does more than just talk to fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-2213124405535471810?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/2213124405535471810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2213124405535471810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2213124405535471810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2213124405535471810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-title.html' title='Why the Title,'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-5644725397277616438</id><published>2008-03-09T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:40:03.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How come...</title><content type='html'>Why oh why, if this is the shortest day of the year, am I so tired?  I mean, it was only a 23 hour day.  I manage in a retail chain, and I closed my store last night and was dumb enough to schedule myself to open this morning.  So,  not only did we lose an hour last night, but I didn't get to sleep until 2 am anyway, before we sprang forward.  I was up at 6am, so I'm running on 3 hours sleep.  I worked until 330pm, and came home.  So, my work day wasn't long, it just felt like it.  Okay, have a great night guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-5644725397277616438?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/5644725397277616438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=5644725397277616438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5644725397277616438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5644725397277616438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-come.html' title='How come...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4966752132571337070</id><published>2008-03-08T23:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:22:52.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm gonna talk about my hero.  His name is Gerald Wayne Kelley, and he just happens to be my dad.  We live about an hour away from each other, so we don't get to see him and my brother Brian as much as we want.  But we are able to talk on the phone probably twice a week.  He  came and picked up my kids this morning for a sleepover.  I had told him the other day about me not being able to mow the yard due to the lawnmower not starting.  He came and picked 'em up, with lawnmower in truck bed.  I was able to mow the yard, and we were able to have a nice visit. &lt;br /&gt;  He likes to spend time with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, and Nathan and Lauren love seeing him.  You see, a lot of things in life, I've learned from my father.  Be it, his work ethic, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loyalty&lt;/span&gt; to family or his love for his children.  My mom and dad taught me a lot growing up.  They taught me that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; to be a little off the beat and path.  They  always accepted me for who I am and what my interests are.  They were the model for the parent I wanted to grow up to be.  When my mom passed away last July, it was hard on all of us.  My dad has shown strength, courage and tenderness over the last 8 months now.  It is sometimes very difficult for men to express how they feel towards each other, but I tell my father I love him every time we talk to each other.  What I haven't told him nearly enough is that I am very proud that he is my father and for everything that we  share.  Thank you for being you Dad, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4966752132571337070?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4966752132571337070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4966752132571337070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4966752132571337070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4966752132571337070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3126360426360806690</id><published>2008-03-07T19:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:49:13.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Must See Actors</title><content type='html'>Right now in the background, I have Moulin Rouge on the DVD Player. I like the movie, my wife doesn't. I feel that Ewan MacGregor is an amazing actor, that only has great things ahead. I mean he is probably one of my 5 favorite actors in Hollywood right now. I think he can play pretty much any part he puts his mind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I mention Moulin Rouge is because it's one of those movies that I would not have seen if he wasn't involved. I think alot of of us will give certain movies out of our normal interests a try if a particular performer is involved. Here are the actors that get a free pass from me. I mean, if they are in it, I'll try it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ewan Macgregor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom Hanks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Cusack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morgan Freeman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben Stiller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam Sandler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, see the problem is, if I made the same type of list about actresses , I would be seen as a letch, we'll try that later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3126360426360806690?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3126360426360806690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3126360426360806690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3126360426360806690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3126360426360806690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/right-now-in-background-i-have-moulin.html' title='Must See Actors'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8750674896288389339</id><published>2008-03-06T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:43:35.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing up my comic reviews</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is my last round of new comic reviews until I get back to the shop next month.  Just realize, that I am a DC guy only, I haven't picked up a Marvel book since Cap#25, If I am missing out on anything amzing, feel free to let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Lantern Corps #21&lt;/strong&gt;  Okay, have you ever had a book added to your pull box for some reason and didn't notice it.  That happened with GLC #21.  Iread GLC during the Sinestro Corps War, and forgot to cancel it.  I don't know a whole lot about the GLCorps with the exception of the Earth GL's and Kilowog, but this was pretty darn good.  I am interested in where the Bellatrax story goes.  All in all, this is worth another look next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Adam #6&lt;/strong&gt;  Tomasi and Mandrake put together a story of love and devotion.  A story told from the villains point of view.  By the end, you almost forget that Black Adam is one of the worst villains of the DC Universe---an appearance of the JLA and JSA chasing him down snaps you back into remembering he's the bad guy.  The Isis resurrection was the focal point of the story with all of the strings being pulled by Felix Faust. This was a very well done story, and when the trade comes out, I am sure a lot of people will be picking it up. &lt;em&gt;final issue of this series&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nightwing #141&lt;/strong&gt;  Okay, another Peter Tomasi book(since Black Adam is done, can you add a certain Sea King to your list of duties?), this time with Rags Morales on art. I loved Morales' work on Identity Crisis and his early Hawkman stuff, so I am thrilled he is on this book.   Another relaunch of a well-established character.  But, before you think you know exactly what's going on...there's also graverobbing.  There are guest stars, from Superman on the splash page, to a group shot of the JSA lending a hand.  Batman makes an appearance and Dick and Wally share a beer like friends do and catch up.  Maybe, it's because I like Nightwing a lot,behind Aquaman he's my favorite DC character.  Maybe it is because, the title has been floundering for a while and needed a different direction.  But, I think this was the best book I read this month, and it's not even close.  Guys, now is a great time to jump on board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8750674896288389339?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8750674896288389339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8750674896288389339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8750674896288389339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8750674896288389339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/finishing-up-my-comic-reviews.html' title='Finishing up my comic reviews'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3197674506079073889</id><published>2008-03-05T20:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:22:24.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili from my meeting...</title><content type='html'>I told you yesterday I would give results from the chili cookoff organized for my district meeting today.  I didn't win.  That's okay though, there was a chicken chili which tasted like chicken and dumplings that was out of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3197674506079073889?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3197674506079073889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3197674506079073889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3197674506079073889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3197674506079073889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/chili-from-my-meeting.html' title='Chili from my meeting...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-2569052394689954516</id><published>2008-03-05T20:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:20:38.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Reviews of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Countdown #10-9&lt;/strong&gt;  You remember last time, when I said that I just wasn't really feeling Countdown.  Well, guess what? after 42 issues and $126 spent, it is finally coming together in my opinion.  Honestly, I really enjoyed these two issues a lot.  There was action, the story has progressed more in the last 6 issues in my opinion than in the previous 35.  All in all, I think it has been stretched out a lot.  I really liked the powers that Harley and Holly were given.  The returns of pure Mary Marvel and the Atom in costume were long overdue.  But, most of all, for the first time in this series I am upset that I can't read the next issue yet, though it did come out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord Havok and the Extremists #4&lt;/strong&gt;  The Extremists were great in their early JLE appearances, but have not been seen or heard from a whole lot since.  That said, I am really enjoying this series.  I have liked the focus on the individual members of the team, and really enjoy the tone of this series, where maybe the Extremists weren't the ones who pushed things over the edge on Angor.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the origin of Dreamslayer was well done and really want to see more done with these characters after this series ends.  To me, this is the best of the Countdown tie-in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JLA Classified #51-53&lt;/strong&gt;  "That was then, this is now" and vice versa has been exactly what I think the title was meant to be from the beginning.  It has been so well done. Don't you love the way Byrne draws Wonder Woman and Superman?  The story involves two different eras of the League and it is done very seamlessly.   The conclusion to the story and the series will be next issue.  It's kinda like the guy who sinks the 3 pointer at the buzzer, even though his team was down by four.  Too little, too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for me tonight, stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-2569052394689954516?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/2569052394689954516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2569052394689954516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2569052394689954516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/2569052394689954516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/comic-reviews-of-day.html' title='Comic Reviews of the Day'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-7954953193417762755</id><published>2008-03-04T23:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:28:41.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Reviews Continued</title><content type='html'>Here I am continuing my review of comics I picked up this week.  My wife is so understanding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Booster Gold #0&lt;/strong&gt; If you are a comic fan, and you aren't reading this title...You are missing out. It has great writing, wonderful art and a story which does not get bogged down on a monthly basis. This issue was great, Booster and the Beetles working together was great. I like the mystery which goes along with the story as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flash #237&lt;/strong&gt; As a rule Superheroes don't have kids. Aquaman and Mera had Arthur Jr. who was murdered by Black Manta. Other than that, not a whole lot of DC heroes have had children while still being published. When Wally returned as the Flash to the DCU with Iris and Jai in tow I was very hesitant. As it turns out, I think the relationship between the siblings has complemented the comic stories very well. I keep trying to tell myself to get away from this book, but it is a fun read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Lantern #27&lt;/strong&gt; Geoff Johns could write a title with Easter Island as the star of the book and I'd enjoy it. In just about three years he has rescued the GL franchise from oblivion. The Rebirth and relaunch of Hal Jordan as the title GL has been great. But, the latest issue with the fallout from the Sinestro Corps war and the creation of the Alpha Lanterns blew me away. I loved John's position on taking a new job, without knowing any of the details. That is the type of thing that any sane real person would do. I like John Stewart, he's my favorite Green Lantern. Not from the cartoon, but from when he originally took over for Hal. This is possibly DC's best book right now. &lt;em&gt;Read and Enjoy at your own risk, you'll probably end up picking up the rest of the run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Countdown #14-11&lt;/strong&gt; When the best thing you can say about a limited -series is..."I'm glad it's almost over." There's a major problem. I liked 52 a lot. I thought it was well done and paced very well. Countdown, in my opinion has been full of holes and shooting blanks for more than half of the series so far. It looks like things are starting to come together. I liked the way Red Robin was introduced. I felt it made sense of why Jason would don that costume. I don't like Omacs though, and I have a feeling we'll see a lot more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a few more issues to write up in the next few days, stay safe and if you can suggest anything for me to try out, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-7954953193417762755?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/7954953193417762755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=7954953193417762755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7954953193417762755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/7954953193417762755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/comic-reviews-continued.html' title='Comic Reviews Continued'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-1322565308679026200</id><published>2008-03-04T20:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:59:22.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Chili</title><content type='html'>Okay,  tonight is a little different.  I'll just say that the group of stores in my district are having a meeting tomorrow.  For the meal for that meeting, someone had the bright idea of a chili cookoff.  I was asked if I would participate in the festivities and finally agreed.  I am not a very good cook, I am a creative cook though. Usually around the house, my wife does the majority of the cooking.  She is a very good cook. Kim has a great recipe she uses out of a South Beach Diet cookbook that she has made for our family on numerous occasions.  The family loves it, everytime she cooks it, it gets a rousing thumbs up.  I'm just hoping that I don't give anyone tummy trouble with my rendition of it.  Can you really have to much garlic or too many green chiles in a Texas chili?  I'll let you know tomorrow what my co-workers thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-1322565308679026200?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/1322565308679026200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=1322565308679026200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1322565308679026200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1322565308679026200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/homemade-chili.html' title='Homemade Chili'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8585122438969918397</id><published>2008-03-03T22:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:58:43.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My skydive on 2/16, It was incredible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w264.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/4bb16f0d.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i264.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=216" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/?action=view&amp;current=4bb16f0d.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8585122438969918397?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8585122438969918397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8585122438969918397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8585122438969918397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8585122438969918397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='My skydive on 2/16, It was incredible.'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-9034152406308980121</id><published>2008-03-03T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:19:21.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A great family show...</title><content type='html'>You know how everyone complains that there isn't a whole lot on for kids at night anymore.  Well, tonight my kids were watching a Disney movie for the 4th time that I know of, and I flipped over to AFV.  For the next hour and a half we laughed and joked as a family, there were no cartoon characters, or best of both worlds type of stuff.  We watched TV as a family and all had fun.  I know it sounds strange, but it was a nice quiet evening at home that everyone enjoyed.  So, next time you want to get people together on the same page, turn on America's Funniest Videos. It is entertainment that you forget about from time to time, but it's always fun, as long as it's Tom Bergeron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-9034152406308980121?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/9034152406308980121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=9034152406308980121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/9034152406308980121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/9034152406308980121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-family-show.html' title='A great family show...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4581768151879396866</id><published>2008-03-02T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:46:23.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Reviews</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was able to go to my comic chop over the weekend. I am only able to get by about once a month, but I was able to pick up what can only be described as my habit. So far, I've read a few of these and if you are a comic fan like me, you need to find people you can talk to about the stuff you read. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teen Titans #56&lt;/strong&gt; It was a decent book, Kid Devil doesn't really appeal to me, but the issue centered mainly around him feeling like an outcast in the Titans. I'll give it 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JSA #12 &amp; #13&lt;/strong&gt; From gazing at the covers by Alex Ross, to reading the stories by Geoff Johns, I was thrilled. These are two of my favorite creators in comics and having them work on the same book in any capacity is just awesome. The recruitment drive issue was great, and I loved the origin of Lance. The Superman showdown was different than the norm, they sat and chatted. All in All, this is one of my favorite books to read.9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JLA #18&lt;/strong&gt; JLA is what got me into comics, it's what keeps me reading, and it is now treated as it should be treated. A flagship title. The showdown with the Suicide Squad should have been spread over a couple of issues in my opinion. It was nice to see the nod to the past between Bronze Tiger and Vixen, and Roy asking about Cheshire was great. I thought that the issue was very good, but they may have tried to squeeze too much in. 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brave and the Bold #10&lt;/strong&gt; Team-ups with Silent Knight and Superman and Aquaman and the Teen Titans. Art by George Perez. Listen, I'm a sucker for Aquaman, most notably the Classic Aquaman. So, while I am tiring of the Megistus subplot hanging around for so long. This book gets a pass for me. Heck My version of Aquaman appeared. I smiled, and was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish reading my haul over the next few days and post my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4581768151879396866?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4581768151879396866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4581768151879396866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4581768151879396866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4581768151879396866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/comic-reviews.html' title='Comic Reviews'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-5285257641062743814</id><published>2008-03-02T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:04:24.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever went to start one project, only to get sidetracked by another, then another?  Finally at the end of the day, even though you accomplish quite a bit of productive stuff, the thing you wanted to do, didn't ever get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You see, today is the first day this spring that I was gonna try to mow.  I wanted to help get all of the inside stuff done early.  As a family, when we put our minds to it, we can clean quickly.  So, back to the lawnmowing thing.  I went out to try to start the mower, nothing.  I don't know anything about mowers, but I called my dad, and asked my wife.  She is the problem solver in the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well, I was about to go get a new sparkplug and spanner wrench when it looked like the sky was about to open up.  We decided to edge the bad parts and I'd pick up a sparkplug this afternoon.  About halfway through, I put the weedeater through an ant bed and got splattered with the little critters.  After getting 'em off my feet, I was out of trimmer line, it was in the garage, let's not discuss my garage.  I started weeding by hand, as I was almost finished, my wife brought out more trimmer line.  Remember, she is a problem solver.  I finished edging the yard, as Lauren, my daughter picked up leaves and discovered how much fun a leaf blower was.  Lauren blew leaves into the street and the neighbor's yard.  So, we finished outside and I decided to locate my tools in the garage(again , we won't talk about the garage).  It's amazing that when you are looking for something and can't find it, you keep checking spots that it should be, even though it's clearly not there.  After about 20 minutes of searching, I said forget it, and gave up.  I took a wrench outside to try to get the mower started again, and by this time...It was raining.  &lt;br /&gt;So, I only had one thing that I really wanted to accomplish today, mow the yard.  Guess what? It's not done, and the mower isn't running.  That about sums up the productive part of my day.  Hope yours went better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-5285257641062743814?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/5285257641062743814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=5285257641062743814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5285257641062743814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/5285257641062743814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-you-ever-went-to-start-one-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-258798136490238173</id><published>2008-03-01T23:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:32:20.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My custom figures as of 3/1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w264.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/c4b449e4.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i264.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=215" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii199/gkelley71/?action=view&amp;current=c4b449e4.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-258798136490238173?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/258798136490238173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=258798136490238173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/258798136490238173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/258798136490238173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-custom-figures-as-of-31.html' title='My custom figures as of 3/1'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-4131132864191032637</id><published>2008-03-01T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:25:12.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies everyone has seen but me...</title><content type='html'>I think that everyone has those movies that they have never gotten around to seeing.   I'm not talking about minor or obscure movies, I'm talking the ones where people say...What do you mean you've never seen...? &lt;br /&gt;The reason I ask this is, last night, for the first time I saw The Shawshank Redemption.  It was phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;So here is my list of 5 movies that people gasp when I tell 'em I haven't seen:&lt;br /&gt; Young Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;Jaws&lt;br /&gt;The Godfather(start the bashing now)&lt;br /&gt;Scarface&lt;br /&gt;The French Connection&lt;br /&gt;What are yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-4131132864191032637?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/4131132864191032637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=4131132864191032637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4131132864191032637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/4131132864191032637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/03/movies-everyone-has-seen-but-me.html' title='Movies everyone has seen but me...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-6739763154189845282</id><published>2008-02-29T05:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:08:20.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Leap Day</title><content type='html'>Today is as rare as the olympics, the Presidential election, and 4 times as rare as all of the other holidays that we celebrate. That's right, it's leap day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some who may not realize why we have a leap day, well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/date/leapyear.html"&gt;http://www.timeanddate.com/date/leapyear.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a calendar with 365 days every year would result in a loss of 0.2422 days, or almost six hours per year. After 100 years, this calendar would be more than 24 days ahead of the season (tropical year), which is not desirable or accurate. It is desirable to align the calendar with the seasons and to make any difference as insignificant as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many famous people were born on this date. Dinah Shore, Jimmy Dorsey, and Jeff "Ja Rule" Atkins. But, none are as familiar as a fictional character who was first brought to light 70 years ago. I am a comic book fan, and without this character, my hobby would not be the same. So, Happy Birthday Superman.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Leap Day everyone, and though most people will act as if it's just another day, you'll know the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-6739763154189845282?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/6739763154189845282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=6739763154189845282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6739763154189845282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/6739763154189845282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-leap-day.html' title='Happy Leap Day'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8111461062019756561</id><published>2008-02-28T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:34:21.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor, Lost and American Idol</title><content type='html'>Thursday used to be must see TV night.  When I was a kid, the Thursday comedy block on NBC ruled the week, not just the night.  Now, Thursday is packed with a lot of shows I watch.  Some I watch out of habit, others I can't watch because there is just so much else on.  American Idol is a show that the whole family can get in on.  Survivor is getting a bit stale in my opinion.  It is on it's 15th season and that is more than most series can stay on top.  I, on the other hand, look forward to Lost more than any other show.  I don't even get a chance to watch Smallvile or 30 Rock.  Now, the strange part, Thursday is about the only night of the week I watch TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8111461062019756561?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8111461062019756561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8111461062019756561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8111461062019756561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8111461062019756561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/02/survivor-lost-and-american-idol.html' title='Survivor, Lost and American Idol'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-3297598952492524571</id><published>2008-02-27T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:42:45.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay,  today was a long day.  I drove about 50 miles to help another store out and spent  an hour and 1/2 in traffic each way.  Not a whole lot to say today so how about a thought for the day...&lt;br /&gt;Words are like the wind, they can be a violent as a tornado or gentle like a breeze.  Choose them wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-3297598952492524571?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/3297598952492524571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=3297598952492524571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3297598952492524571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/3297598952492524571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-today-was-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-8602787833079127186</id><published>2008-02-26T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:21:59.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for this...</title><content type='html'>I guess in this day and age a blog is about the same as a diary.  But, strangely enough, we write blogs to share with others.  I really don't have secrets from anyone,  nor am curious enough to investigate secrets that others may have.  So, I will not make crazy comments and exaggerate about my life, my wants or my needs.  I guess I'll use this as a sounding board if something tickles my fancy, if I am intrigued or perplexed by things which occur in my life, or even what happens in the world. &lt;br /&gt;   We'll start with me, I'm a 37 year old retail manager with an outstanding wife and two beautiful children.  I lost my Mom in July of last year, and there are days I just write letters to her, because I feel I can communicate some of the things I never got to say.  My Dad, I and my two brothers are all coping well. &lt;br /&gt;   So I will attempt to make people who read this laugh, snicker, or smile on most days, just realize, that there will be days, that I am sad on the inside, and I'll share that as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am a comic book/action figure collector.  One of my hobbies is painting action figures or customizing them as some refer to it.  I am a big sports fan.  My favorite teams are the Cowboys, Texans and the Astros.  I am not really into basketball, I prefer Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I graduated from Vidor High School in 1989, and am only touching base with one member of my graduating class on a regular basis.  So if there are any former Pirates out there, let me know.  I'd love to here from ya'. &lt;br /&gt;    That's all I've got for the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write at ya later,&lt;br /&gt;Wayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-8602787833079127186?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/8602787833079127186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=8602787833079127186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8602787833079127186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/8602787833079127186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/02/reasons-for-this.html' title='Reasons for this...'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074108200186661730.post-1604377083766675125</id><published>2008-02-26T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:43:14.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>This is my first post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074108200186661730-1604377083766675125?l=aquaman71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/feeds/1604377083766675125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=1604377083766675125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1604377083766675125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default/1604377083766675125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RU5p4BtGZ68/SRpabCzgRMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcBw29L_B6w/S220/IMG_8109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
