<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854</id><updated>2009-11-10T10:05:21.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dad's View</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey of a fat guy to fitness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-3562526912329294363</id><published>2008-08-11T16:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:13:19.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3: Muscle is heavier than fat?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say. I had a lot of energy for this morning's session. I was actually craving exercise yesterday. I rocked the crunches and jogged farther than I thought I could. But when I came home for my weekly weigh-in, I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 11: 237 - up another pound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I wasn't 100% good with the diet this week. Especially the Wendy's Baconator on the weekend but I was expecting a drop. I need some encouragement and I will have to be hard on myself this week. I need to see myself below 230 by the end of the 4 weeks or I will be disappointed. So, 14 more days to lose 7 pounds. I know I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-3562526912329294363?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/3562526912329294363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=3562526912329294363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/3562526912329294363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/3562526912329294363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-3-muscle-is-heavier-than-fat.html' title='Week 3: Muscle is heavier than fat?'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-5900502117643540894</id><published>2008-08-09T18:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:36:40.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 and 5: Back into it.</title><content type='html'>Thursday my leg was feeling better and I was able to keep up better. We did a lot more work with the weights and I love that. It's something I can actually do at least as good as the girls. Cardio not so much but I can lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell already that I'm getting stronger. My core/abs workouts don't leave me in a sweaty heap on the grass anymore and I can jog farther than before. Halfway through and I can tell the changes already. We'll see what the next two weeks bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll sign up again. The returning student rate is a little better. It works out to $7.50/hr but that's still a lot of money we don't have right now. Maybe I'll just start going out for a jog in the mornings by myself. I know I won't be able to push myself as hard as the trainer does but some physical activity is better than nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-5900502117643540894?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/5900502117643540894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=5900502117643540894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/5900502117643540894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/5900502117643540894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-4-and-5-back-into-it.html' title='Day 4 and 5: Back into it.'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-7508841526385125989</id><published>2008-08-09T18:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:28:46.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Sick</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I woke up early with my two-year old. He had fallen asleep before supper and was up at 4:30 and wouldn't go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling ill - I think we had a flu going around the house and I decided to skip workout. I did however play a bunch of Wii with the boys, including about 6 boxing matches which got a good sweat going. So I guess a little exercise is better than nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-7508841526385125989?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/7508841526385125989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=7508841526385125989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/7508841526385125989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/7508841526385125989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-3-sick.html' title='Day 3: Sick'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-8251970532102404190</id><published>2008-08-07T20:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:57:50.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: OUCH!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm posting these late. I tried to figure out how to change the date in Blogger but it's been so long since I posted here, things have changed and I can't remember. So just pretend this was from Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a new guy in the class. This young, buff stud is in the evening class but since it's only 3 days a week, he will be joining us on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The trainer took this opportunity to push us hard to try to impress the muscleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out with running and my left calf started hurting right away. It felt like somebody had punched me in the leg. I toughed through it but as we were running up the hill - BACKWARDS! - my quad started cramping up too. So my left leg was fighting me for most of the hour and I couldn't stretch it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted and in pain on the way back to the van. The trainer admitted that he was trying to put on a good show for the new guy and reassured me that I needn't try to keep up. Just challenge myself to my own levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-8251970532102404190?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/8251970532102404190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=8251970532102404190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/8251970532102404190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/8251970532102404190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-2-ouch.html' title='Day 2: OUCH!'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-4685393765206110199</id><published>2008-08-07T20:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:49:21.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2: Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aug 4: 236 and lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained a pound back. Or so. The scale is getting tired and the needle kinda wiggles so I'm thinking I'm up a bit from a week ago. But I'm lucky that's it. I haven't been eating so well. A few slurpees and some takeout. But I'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of working out and I'm doing fine. I feel stronger, healthier, and able to jog a little further. Actually, I don't notice my body jiggling as much when I jog now so that's a good thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of sleep before going out today. Last night I went to bed around 10, so I got like 2 hours more sleep than last week. I could tell in my energy levels. Here's hoping this week is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-4685393765206110199?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/4685393765206110199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=4685393765206110199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/4685393765206110199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/4685393765206110199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-2-day-one.html' title='Week 2: Day One'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-6331635656194341465</id><published>2008-08-01T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:11:22.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 and 5: So tired</title><content type='html'>I was surviving on about 5 hours of sleep a night this week and I felt it today. I just had no energy. We did a lot of cardio and a lot of pushups but I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days in a row of getting up at 5am and working my body to its limits. I know I could have done more if I had been getting more sleep and since I'm off at 9 next week, I can test my theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this message is short but good news. I'm feeling aching and sore and tired but each day is getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll weigh myself on Monday morning. Please be good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-6331635656194341465?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/6331635656194341465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=6331635656194341465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/6331635656194341465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/6331635656194341465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-4-and-5-so-tired.html' title='Day 4 and 5: So tired'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-7483767687530633609</id><published>2008-07-30T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:46:47.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three: Hitting the Weights</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day we used our dumbbells. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Wow that word looks weird with two Bs but the spell checker insists so we'll go with it.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the park at about 5:55 and as other students showed up, we kinda stood around and compared our sorenesses. It was nice to know I am not the only one who is aching. Even the young ones who look like thy are in fine shape were saying they had stiff and sore muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6:05 the trainer still hadn't shown up so we went for a quick jog to warm up. He came speeding into the parking lot at about 6:10. He had traffic problems and got lost trying to go around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some more work on the hill and were using the weights to work on our shoulders. This was something I could do. I may not be able to do 100 sit-ups or run all that fast or far, but I'm used to carrying around extra weight. Several times per night in fact, I carry a 35-50 lb sleeping child from our bed back to his own bed, usually to the top bunk. So, I can lift stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not even feeling any pain in my shoulders tonight. And my quads have partly recovered from the torture I put them through on Monday. I can make it down 1.5 flights of stairs without crying now. By the end of the week, I should be ready to do squats and lunges again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big part of the day was wind sprints in a soccer field that needed to be cut. It was wet and cloudy and we were running in long grass. The mosquitoes were terrible. But then again, the slapping could have been part of the workout. I was feeling pretty good today and I had a short nap in the morning so I was doing pretty good until mid-afternoon when I was to start work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pooped. I had a large hot chocolate with a couple espresso shots from my Tassimo. That seemed to be just right cause now I'm 15 minutes from being able to go to bed and I'm starting to yawn. And no TV tonight. Just straight to bed for a solid 6 hours in a row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eating wasn't as good today. We had Wendy's for lunch and leftover tacos for supper so I probably used up my 3000+ expended calories for the day. Tomorrow will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-7483767687530633609?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/7483767687530633609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=7483767687530633609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/7483767687530633609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/7483767687530633609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-three-hitting-weights.html' title='Day Three: Hitting the Weights'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-291072217655536484</id><published>2008-07-29T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:47:48.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two: Sleepy</title><content type='html'>Today I was still sore in the morning so I took a few ibuprofen and tried to stretch. My quads were still stiff and fighting me as I went down the stairs. I had a small banana for breakfast - trying to get a little energy but not throw up like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the trainer my legs were sore and he said that was normal. We'd try to limit the workouts on the legs today. I guess limiting meant step-ups onto picnic benches and climbing a huge hill - twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aside: This huge hill and I have some history. Back almost 20 years ago I came into Calgary with my Dad and uncle to take hang gliding lessons. I was maybe 11 or 12 so I didn't have the shoulders to support the glider frame but I got to experience it a little bit. The cool thing is that this is the hill we flew off. There was no playground or pool or mosque or paved paths or supermarkets. Just a hill off at the edge of the city by the airport the perfect height for teaching hang gliding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stamina held up better today. We ended both days doing core workout. Yesterday I was collapsed on my mat on the grass by the time we were done. Today I was able to get up and walk back to the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and kept my breakfast down. The boys all got up as I came in so I played some Wii with them and stayed up pretty much all day. I had a 30 minute nap with the 2 year old but that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working till 11:00pm and then getting up at 5:00. I was also planning on watching a little tv I taped tonight but I'm not sure I'll make it. I have 20 minutes left in my shift and I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are burning when I go up and down the stairs, by shoulders and lats are aching and my lower back is a little stiff. I wish I had time to go see my chiropractor but the leg lifts I did today popped a lot back into place. I'd have a bath before I go to bed but I'm scared I'd fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out my basal metabolic rate online today. Apparently due to my size and age, my body uses nearly 2200 calories a day doing absolutely nothing - just breathing and sleeping. That's 900 more than Amber. The trainer said a big guy can expect to burn around 500 calories an hour at Boot Camp. So, with a little more walking, chasing the kids, and stumbling up the stairs, I am burning more than 3000 calories a day. I can't eat that much so I hope to see another good size drop when I weigh myself again next Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-291072217655536484?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/291072217655536484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=291072217655536484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/291072217655536484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/291072217655536484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-two-sleepy.html' title='Day Two: Sleepy'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-4571509404930678211</id><published>2008-07-28T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:11:51.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One: OMG!</title><content type='html'>I was scared I'd sleep in this morning and get in trouble for being late. My class starts at 6am so I set the alarm for 5 and was up a little before. I got dressed and had some breakfast. I knew I didn't want anything heavy so I went with a smoothie. Not a good day to try something new but I tried a banana-peanut butter-chocolate-raspberry thing. Tasted okay and woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the park where we were meeting on time (I should - it's 3 minutes from our house) and met the trainer and the other students. 5 young ladies - 4 of whom were significantly more fit than me. The trainer was a guy so that was a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a fitness test and measurements. I'm not going to subject anyone who stumbles across this to seeing my actual measurements but suffice it to say, I'm apparently built like a barrel. Chest, abdomen, hips, doesn't matter. All pretty much the same. I was feeling okay about the fitness test at first. Pushups and situps were better than I expected. Squats made my knees feel like they were going to pop. But then came the 1km run. I think the trainer got confused and took us on a 10km run because 1 km isn't anywhere near that far. I jogged the first bit and then alternated walking and jogging to the end. I couldn't be last so I made a push at the end and tied the big girl for last place. 9:40. I don't know what I expected but that isn't it. If I could keep that same pace for a marathon I would finish in about 7 hours. The would have packed up the finish line and all gone for supper by the time I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't keep that pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collapsed in a heap on the grass. Then we did some squats and lunges and then sprints and pushups and ending with core workout. I was sweating like crazy and thought I couldn't make it. I was the most tired I'd ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled to my van and barely had the strength to open the door and climb inside. I got home and came upstairs to have a shower. I threw up my smoothie and went to bed and slept for about 2 hours. My lovely wife handled the kids while I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better tonight. My quads are burning going up and down the stairs but that's the only real pain. I'll have a warm shower and try to stretch them out before collapsing into bed for a few hours tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better. Either that or I'll be the first person to die at Survivor Boot Camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-4571509404930678211?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/4571509404930678211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=4571509404930678211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/4571509404930678211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/4571509404930678211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-one-omg.html' title='Day One: OMG!'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-5681604633470502752</id><published>2008-07-28T18:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:57:39.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping out of a Fat-Guy Airplane</title><content type='html'>Here's the background. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm huge. I've been gradually been getting huger since high school and have been in denial but I can't just keep graduating to new pants sizes. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago Amber found this thing called Survivor Boot Camp. Someone on one of her forums was raving about it. It's a 4 week intensive fitness training course supposed to kick your butt into shape. I decided to spend some of our savings and go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea was scary. Terrifyingly exciting. I think the phrase I used that night was "like jumping out of a fat guy airplane." We found a 10 day meal plan that was on the website and bought a bunch of groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;July 18: 241 lbs and scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10 days before Boot Camp started and I tried the menu and found out that I snack all day. When I was conscious of what I was eating I saw my hand reaching for candy or cookies or other not-healthy choices. Some of the food was good. I love turkey bacon and egg-white omelettes are much better than I expected. The smoothies with protein powder are wonderful. I love trying new fruit combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I tried cottage cheese and while it wasn't as bad as I remember, I couldn't eat it like 5 times a week the way it was suggesting. So, after Day 4 of the "menu" (I refused to call it a diet), I decided to go it alone and just drink lots of water, limit my sugar (oh slurpees how I miss you) and keep having the protein shake each day to curb my appetite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of boot camp and I'll write about it in another entry but for the results of the experiment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 28: 235 lbs and shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 6 pounds in 10 days. But before I get all proud of myself, let's see how the first day of training went. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-5681604633470502752?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/5681604633470502752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=5681604633470502752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/5681604633470502752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/5681604633470502752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2008/07/jumping-out-of-fat-guy-airplane.html' title='Jumping out of a Fat-Guy Airplane'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-227439820487857091</id><published>2007-01-01T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:13:22.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New home</title><content type='html'>Amber and I have decided to combine our wildly popular blogs into one family webpage. This will be my last View.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check us out at &lt;a href="http://www.monstercookies.ca"&gt;http://www.monstercookies.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and I'll see you on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-227439820487857091?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/227439820487857091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=227439820487857091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/227439820487857091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/227439820487857091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-home.html' title='New home'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-7605367827129189106</id><published>2006-12-29T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T09:13:19.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job market</title><content type='html'>Calgary has such a "labour shortage" right now that nearly every place is hiring. We need people in fields from "Sandwich Artist" to nurse. We were out driving yesterday and I saw Help Wanted signs in 5 consecutive windows - and that was the entire mini-mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wondering about this for over a year now. How can a city of this size not be able to sustain itself? What are the 1,000,000 people doing? Even in Nakusp, you had someone to run the restaurant, someone to work at the gas station, doctors, mailmen, garbagemen. It was so balanced that I couldn't find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new point in this discussion occurred to me yesterday. I was dropping off bottles and cans at the recyclers. There were 8-10 men between my age and my dad's who were sorting through everyone's sticky, stinky bags of returnables. I guess I had always assumed that these guys weren't qualified to do anything else. Most of them looked like new immigrants and probably didn't speak English. This bigotted view came crashing down on me when I was served by a guy in his mid thirties. He was in good physical condition, spoke perfect English, was shaven and dressed nicely. And he was sorting through my bag of garbage with his bare hands to count my $4.95 worth of coke cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left, I began wondering about this guy. Is he married? Does he have boys like  I do? Does he like his job? Does he know there are probably hundreds of jobs as far from or closer to his home that don't leave him smelling like beer bottles at the end of the day? Would he hate talking on the phone all day as much as I would doing his job? How much money could he possibly be making? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do about this. I can't offer him a job. I can't bring him applications to work at 7-11 or A&amp;W. I don't have any more cans so I can't even really come back and talk to him about it. Maybe I'll take my inspiration from a poem I learned 25 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Problem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by Marchette Chute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My zipper is stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Now what shall I do?&lt;br /&gt;Give it a tug,&lt;br /&gt;And pull it in two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a jerk?&lt;br /&gt;And then it will jam.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just sit here&lt;br /&gt;The way that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be thankful for my job and my family. I know there's more I could and probably should do but recognizing my own blessings is the first step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-7605367827129189106?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/7605367827129189106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=7605367827129189106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/7605367827129189106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/7605367827129189106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/job-market.html' title='Job market'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-7192406534860256748</id><published>2006-12-19T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:31:49.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Bright Boy</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I wrote a dad's view on parenting so without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time for a Cute Kid Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is getting so smart. It's cute when he figures things out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently he's started "talking" more. He tries sounds out and when he gets something that works he will repeat it over and over. This week his word is "bud'n". He uses this when he's reaching for anything with buttons. Remotes, phones, my PDA. He's a gadget guy just like his brothers and his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other cool thing he did today was when I was leaving for work. He was sitting in his high chair eating lunch and I waved and said, "Goodbye!" He smiled and just ignored me. I was a little sad because he always waves at the door. I went to say good bye to the boys and came back to him. When he saw me putting my coat on, he smiled and waved. He had figured out that I wasn't really leaving yet because I didn't have my coat on. What a logic jump for a 10-month old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to all the steps they will take over the next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-7192406534860256748?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/7192406534860256748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=7192406534860256748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/7192406534860256748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/7192406534860256748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/bright-boy.html' title='Bright Boy'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-2743305179361782427</id><published>2006-12-17T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T08:52:48.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird kids shows</title><content type='html'>Amber and I are all about sharing content with you these days. It makes blogging so much easier. We just link to something, give you a few comments and then you can have a wonderful reading experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a very interesting list for you. It's by Matt Dinniman, author of "&lt;a href="http://shiveredsky.blogspot.com/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Fireflies in the Cloud&lt;/a&gt;". He has written his list of "&lt;a href="http://shiveredsky.blogspot.com/2006/05/top-ten-weirdest-creepiest-freakiest.html"  target="_blank"&gt;The Top Ten Weirdest, Creepiest, Freakiest Children's Television Shows&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop by and read it. I agree with a lot of the opinions, but in interest of not totally plagiarising another column, I will add my Top 3 Honorable Mentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.thewiggles.com.au/ca/home/" target="_blank"&gt;The Wiggles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RYcBBFVaXUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/74tIVfK52u4/s1600-h/wiggles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RYcBBFVaXUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/74tIVfK52u4/s200/wiggles.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009974228596448578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that a zillion kids love these guys. I know they have recently lost a member. It's not so much the concerts that look like they're an airband or the the big dinosaur, or even the gay pirate Cap'n Feathersword. The thing I find the creepiest is that they are the richest, highest-grossing entertainers in Australia. Even bigger than Nicole Kidman, AC/DC, or Steve Irwin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Land O' Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RYcARlVaXTI/AAAAAAAAABI/d6r5N8qP3sk/s1600-h/landhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RYcARlVaXTI/AAAAAAAAABI/d6r5N8qP3sk/s200/landhands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009973412552662322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://www.telefilm.gc.ca/data/production/prod_149.asp?lang=en&amp;cat=tv&amp;g=chl&amp;y=2001" target="_blank"&gt;Telefilm Canada's&lt;/a&gt; spiel about this series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A pre-school puppet series set in the fanciful world of pre-historic Alberta, Land O’ Hands follows the adventures of a young boy named Bungle and his family of cave people. Bungle’s natural curiosity often leads him into trouble. With the help of his little sister, Pubba, and his best friend, Garby, Bungle always sets things right and learns more about himself and his place in the big world of the jungle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds ok I guess, but the creepy part is that nearly the whole show - sets, characters, trees are made of painted human hands. It freaks me out. It looks low budget and reminds me of a kindergarten project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/shows/max_ruby/index.jhtml"&gt;Max and Ruby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RYcftlVaXWI/AAAAAAAAABs/vXKSh6LLjPc/s1600-h/maxruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RYcftlVaXWI/AAAAAAAAABs/vXKSh6LLjPc/s200/maxruby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010007978449460578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most disturbing kids show on TV for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) It's about a little 2-year old bunny and his 8ish-year old sister. Max is incredibly whiny and speaks in one word sentences like, "Cars!" or "Chocolate!" This is especially annoying and creepy because this speech pattern ends up being imitated by the two to four-year olds that have watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) There are no parents. The big sister tucks him in, makes him food, disciplines him, takes him on outings - all while trying to maintain her normal child life of going to school and being a Bunny Scout or something. Very responsible kid but what happened to the parents??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-2743305179361782427?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/2743305179361782427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=2743305179361782427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/2743305179361782427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/2743305179361782427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/weird-kids-shows.html' title='Weird kids shows'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RYcBBFVaXUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/74tIVfK52u4/s72-c/wiggles.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-9072275263810359713</id><published>2006-12-16T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T16:02:32.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions of a 18 year old</title><content type='html'>A while ago I read an article about life choices and how they affect us. It told the story of an old man on his death bed looking back over his life. He regretted the path he had gone down and the career he had chosen. He said, "I cannot believe I let my life be directed by the choices of an 18-year old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had stuck with me for the last few weeks. I've wanted to write about it but I have only now started to digest it to the point where I can understand how it applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that from 1995-2005, I was making all my life choices based on an initial decision I made when I was 18. I decided then that I wanted to be a music pastor. My life to that point seemed to point in that direction and I had support and a career plan laid out before me. For the next ten years, whenever a fork came in my life, I consciously or subconsciously choose the road that would get me closer to full time ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I wasn't working in a church, I was making connections at the music store, staying active on email lists and forums, volunteering, all in a hope that it would eventually lead to this job that 1995-Me wanted. I was building a resume but meanwhile, I was ignoring other interests and gifts I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a move to middle of nowhere and several emergency room visits to show me the big picture. It was like I zoomed out about 5 levels on Google Maps and now I could see my path. I could also see all the other paths in front of me. I made a decision to go in another direction, down a path I wouldn't have looked at before because it led away from music pastoring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just over a year ago and I have to say I can't remember being this happy before. Not when I was working full-time in Winnipeg, not when I was at school. I haven't looked at the church job sites for over 12 months. I've unsubscribed from the email lists. I can visit another church without thinking, "If I was the music pastor here, I would change...." People ask me if I'm looking for a new position, if I'm applying, and I say something like, "Not right now. We're in a season of refreshment and renewal. God will lead us back in His time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, I don't see that happening. This last year I have been able to look at my gifts, abilities, weaknesses, and passions. I have realized that 18-year old with stars in his eyes was encouraged to take a certain path. I didn't know how to get off it, so I ran my hardest down it. I'm glad I was able to make the jump when I did and not when I am 75 years old and unable to change. I'm not saying that the path I'm on now is the right one for me forever, but now that I know how to zoom out and see the other paths, I think I won't be as scared to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-9072275263810359713?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/9072275263810359713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=9072275263810359713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/9072275263810359713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/9072275263810359713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/11/decisions-of-18-year-old.html' title='Decisions of a 18 year old'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-6849446818390530933</id><published>2006-12-13T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:52:24.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Superman II - Take Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RYDmcK3LeGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TLr3ENqjQEM/s1600-h/sup_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RYDmcK3LeGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TLr3ENqjQEM/s320/sup_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008256157262510178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years ago, when I was but a bump in a wedding dress, Richard Donner was filming a two-part &lt;I&gt;Superman&lt;/i&gt; movie series. Like Peter Jackson of &lt;I&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/i&gt; fame, Donner was filming his movies concurrently. Once he had finished the first movie and sent it away for post-production, the producers put a stop to his filming so they could concentrate on getting the first movie out on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a move that would make an interesting movie in its own right, producers Alexander and Ilya Salkind took the 75% completed sequel and had one of their uncredited producers film the rest of the movie. The discarded much of Donner's original footage and storyline and Richard Lester was credited for directing the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Warner Bros has released, &lt;i&gt;Superman II - The Richard Donner Cut&lt;/i&gt;. It has over 45 minutes of brand new footage that was recovered from a damp warehouse. The movie has a very different feel and a totally different ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overjoyed to see that the whole sequence with Lois Lane in Paris was cut since that was one of my least favorite part of the original cut. The new opening fits much more clearly with the first movie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most interesting parts is a scene that was actually never filmed. It was a scene that Donner saw as so crucial to the series that he used it as the screen test scenes. They have taken the actual screen test footage of Kidder and Reeve and inserted it into the movie. It takes place in a very small set and the costuming isn't up to the same level as the rest of the movie but it is a very interesting scene. It is the moment when Clark finally admits to Lois his secret. I wasn't as happy with this scene, not only because the quality is so low, but because it replaced one of my favorite scenes - the fireplace reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very obvious that Donner was only able to shoot about 75% of the film. He reluctantly used a few of Lester's scenes to fill in the story and I think that makes for a weak plot at times. Many of the scenes, including the climax at the Fortress of Solitude and the Niagara Falls sequences are rushed and some crucial moments are&lt;br /&gt;missing. Donner's ego wouldn't let him use barely any of the footage that this usurper filmed and unfortunately, the end product suffers. I agree that the movie would have been much better if he had finished everything he wanted to do, but this new cut is still a very good movie. Definitely worth taking a look at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-6849446818390530933?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/6849446818390530933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=6849446818390530933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/6849446818390530933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/6849446818390530933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/superman-ii-take-two.html' title='Superman II - Take Two'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RYDmcK3LeGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TLr3ENqjQEM/s72-c/sup_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-1683241525770420685</id><published>2006-12-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:29:09.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Stuff</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Christmas edition of getting to know your friends. Okay, here's what you're supposed to do, and try not to be a SCROOGE!!! Just copy this entire post and paste into your own blog. Change all the answers so that they apply to you. 'Tis the Season to be NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Bag it. When we were kids we used to have reusable cloth bags that our Mom and Dad gifts always came in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or artificial? Remote-controlled fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? Used to be Dec 11 but we've been pushing it back closer to the 1st the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? New Years Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? Mmmmmm... love it. Almost as good as hamnog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? A magic kit when I was 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene? A Veggie Tales Set that is missing the manger because the boys keep playing with it. So now Baby Jesus has to sleep on the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for? No one. Amber did all the hard ones this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for? Amber. We bought a laptop and that was supposed to be for birthdays and Christmas and anniversary. But now she's bought me stuff so maybe I'll have to take the laptop back and get her Subway gift certificates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Hmmmm... who reads this? A $50 cheese tray from work when I was expecting a cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Mail or email Christmas cards? Amber is a crafty scrapbooker / card maker, so as much as I would love to do email, it'll be mail - hopefully this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. That was my first date by myself with a girl. Well with like 6 "couples" from our class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Like I said, I'm so glad I'm married to a Christmas-lover. She takes care of most of it and I can be as Humbug as I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Not that I remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Christmas party 1994, a girl brought these little tart-sized cherry cheesecakes. I knew then that I'd have to marry her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? Our remote lets us turn on either the white, colored, or both. I love my treemote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? Sleigh Ride - the instrumental with the trumpet/horse at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Home. Winter driving is no fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeers? Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/holidays/christmas/donner.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Dunder, and Blixem&lt;/a&gt;. And Rudolph and Olive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? One on Christmas Eve and the rest Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Yuletide. And X-mas. All the plastic, glittery, capitalistic nonsense that distracts from Christmas. I'm still trying to figure out how to separate Nativity from Happy Holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-1683241525770420685?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/1683241525770420685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=1683241525770420685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/1683241525770420685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/1683241525770420685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-stuff.html' title='Christmas Stuff'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-8930825562119921719</id><published>2006-12-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:37:07.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Hands</title><content type='html'>This is a wonderfully amazing video. It's by far the fastest hammerer dulcimer player I've ever seen. The fact that I've never seen another hammered dulcimer player does nothing to diminish the awesomeness of his performance. The first two minutes or so is nice mood-setting music and then he hits movement 2 and his hands become a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/egLGPfkj1Gc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/egLGPfkj1Gc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-8930825562119921719?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/8930825562119921719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=8930825562119921719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/8930825562119921719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/8930825562119921719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/fast-hands.html' title='Fast Hands'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-7881556363268975797</id><published>2006-12-11T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:29:13.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing But True Holiday Facts</title><content type='html'>The Top 50 Amazing-but-True Holiday Facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In the village where the original Saint Nicholas was born,&lt;br /&gt; children celebrate Christmas by giving gifts to old men&lt;br /&gt; with long white beards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Children whose families celebrate both Hanukkah and Christmas&lt;br /&gt; have a 97 percent higher chance of getting socks as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The yule log was originally a symbol of good digestion&lt;br /&gt; following an overlarge Christmas feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The sugar rush of a fruitcake is canceled out by its alcohol&lt;br /&gt; content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The dogs barking "Jingle Bells" on the novelty record were&lt;br /&gt; not dogs at all, but parrots, which can mimic dogs and are&lt;br /&gt; easier to train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The first-ever Hanukkah latke recipe featured turnips,&lt;br /&gt; rhubarb and kale. These proved so unpopular that many&lt;br /&gt; different vegetables were substituted until the current&lt;br /&gt; potato version prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* During the early 1970s, the Hasbro company attempted to&lt;br /&gt; build a "North Pole" toy factory at Point Barrow, Alaska.&lt;br /&gt; Construction was halted when feasibility studies predicted&lt;br /&gt; labor shortages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In freshly-fallen snow, reindeer hoof prints are indisguishable&lt;br /&gt; from those of the common Missouri white-tailed deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Studies show that neighbors tend to complain about wattage-&lt;br /&gt; sucking, multimedia outdoor decorations because they are&lt;br /&gt; *jealous*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* On the eighth day of Christmas, Jesus was circumcised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The most popular eggnog in Russia is not made from chicken&lt;br /&gt; eggs, but from caviar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Every year between Christmas Day and New Year's day, there is&lt;br /&gt; a 2-for-1 sale on caribou patties at the Anchorage Deli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The tradition of kissing under the mistletoe originated in&lt;br /&gt; Germany in the 18th century when a person who was deathly&lt;br /&gt; allergic to mistletoe came in contact it and had to be revived&lt;br /&gt; by mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Absurd as it seems, behavioral scientists claim kids don't want&lt;br /&gt; expensive toys -- what they REALLY want is just to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Egyptians celebrated a holiday they called "Chrystmus"&lt;br /&gt; over 1700 years before the birth of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The primary causes of death during the holidays are heart&lt;br /&gt; attacks and suicide caused by the arrival of credit-card bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* According to the Department of Homeland Security's 2007&lt;br /&gt; strategic plan, 2006 will be the last year youngsters can&lt;br /&gt; sit on a mall Santa's lap without first passing through a&lt;br /&gt; metal detector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Properly prepared, figgy pudding is a potent aphrodisiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The average height of a Christmas tree (5' 4") is exactly&lt;br /&gt; the same as the distance between Jesus's hands on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tinsel is an excellent garnish for chicken or veal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was banned from the airwaves&lt;br /&gt; and bookstores from 1950-1956 because of its implied support&lt;br /&gt; for Communism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pope Gregory moved Christmas from its original day, March 17,&lt;br /&gt; at the request of Irish bishops and barley farmers who were&lt;br /&gt; promoting a new holiday to commemorate Saint Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eggnog was created after its predecessors beefnog, hamnog and&lt;br /&gt; troutnog failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The reason you almost never see purple Christmas lights is&lt;br /&gt; that Saint Nicholas, the prototype for Santa Clause, believed&lt;br /&gt; purple was satanic. He even threatened to have any of his&lt;br /&gt; parishioners who wore purple excommunicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Reindeer feces have been known to burn holes in roof shingles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* For nine years following the 1843 publication of "A Christmas&lt;br /&gt; Carol," Ebenezer was the most popular boys' name in Great&lt;br /&gt; Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Copyright 2006 by Chris White   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;            T  H  E     T  O  P     5     L  I  S  T&lt;br /&gt; TOPFIVE -- The Web's Best Original Humor  http://www.topfive.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-7881556363268975797?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/7881556363268975797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=7881556363268975797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/7881556363268975797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/7881556363268975797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/amazing-but-true-holiday-facts.html' title='Amazing But True Holiday Facts'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-9193067809866819973</id><published>2006-12-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:18:22.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One</title><content type='html'>In honor of the momentous occasion this morning, when, at church, I was sitting beside or behind my entire blog readership (all three) at once, I will post volume 4 of I'm A Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIXDLUUn830"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIXDLUUn830" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-9193067809866819973?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/9193067809866819973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=9193067809866819973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/9193067809866819973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/9193067809866819973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-one.html' title='Last One'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-6423961285018457993</id><published>2006-12-09T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T07:54:23.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video 3</title><content type='html'>This one is probably the best parody. It really reminds me of the Mac ads but hits me pretty close to home. As someone with a degree in Christian music, it's sometimes tough to remember the variety of music out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRiijctGcAY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRiijctGcAY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-6423961285018457993?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/6423961285018457993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=6423961285018457993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/6423961285018457993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/6423961285018457993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/video-3.html' title='Video 3'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-3064441933593974413</id><published>2006-12-08T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:19:32.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Feasts'/><title type='text'>Feast 121</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer &lt;br /&gt;Which language would you like to learn and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think brushing up on my French would serve me very well. As a call centre agent, way more opportunities would be open to me if I was bilingual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup &lt;br /&gt;What's the funniest thing you've heard or read so far this week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and "&lt;a href="http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-are-these-kids.html" target="_blank"&gt;all the chicken&lt;/a&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad &lt;br /&gt;Which movie was so bad you couldn't watch the whole thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've said it before but "The Royal Tenenbaums". I just didn't get it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course &lt;br /&gt;If there were a holiday in your honor that didn't use your actual name, what would the day be called?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of Men With Brothers and Fathers and Sons and Nephews but No Females in the Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert &lt;br /&gt;Name one movie which is coming out soon that you would like to see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to not see movies at the theatre anymore. It's so expensive and I don't enjoy it. But next summer, I'll have to go see Spider-Man 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-3064441933593974413?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/3064441933593974413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=3064441933593974413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/3064441933593974413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/3064441933593974413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/feast-121.html' title='Feast 121'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-817059509716716677</id><published>2006-12-08T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:12:49.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Two</title><content type='html'>Here's part 2 of this series. I really like it. Partially because jsut this week I was thinking about wearing a tie to work. Actually, this Sunday, Amber made me change my sweater beacause it wasn't "churchy" enough. And I did. So I guess we are all a little bit Christian and a little bit Christ-Follower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYdD-Qc7lbY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYdD-Qc7lbY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-817059509716716677?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/817059509716716677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=817059509716716677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/817059509716716677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/817059509716716677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/part-two.html' title='Part Two'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-2940784113532173811</id><published>2006-12-07T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:46:05.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>I'm a Christ Follower</title><content type='html'>Regular readers of &lt;i&gt;A Dad's View&lt;/i&gt; (that's fun to say) will know that I am a fan of the I'm a Mac ads. I posted a few weeks ago about The Church You Know. Well, I found a series of ads that may be even better. I'll post one a day for the next few days. These are by Community Christian Church. Just click the "play triangle" below to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8RtfNdg1fQk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8RtfNdg1fQk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-2940784113532173811?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/2940784113532173811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=2940784113532173811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/2940784113532173811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/2940784113532173811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-christ-follower.html' title='I&apos;m a Christ Follower'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13281854.post-343843317755112237</id><published>2006-12-05T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:30:25.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Happy Feet - By Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RXWp2X_0-_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/djPX2eyXR0U/s1600-h/happyfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RXWp2X_0-_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/djPX2eyXR0U/s320/happyfeet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005093312511933426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;i&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/i&gt; last night and I thought I would let Daniel write a review about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked it. it had a penguin in it. mumbo danced on the ice. i can't wait for it to come out on dvd. lol. it is a little bit scary when the seal hopped up on the ice. i want to dance like mumbo. you should see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13281854-343843317755112237?l=theirfather.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/feeds/343843317755112237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13281854&amp;postID=343843317755112237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/343843317755112237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13281854/posts/default/343843317755112237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirfather.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-feet-by-daniel.html' title='Happy Feet - By Daniel'/><author><name>Jon</name><email>jonmcinnis@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17286681910391550339'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MV0djmEoUcU/RXWp2X_0-_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/djPX2eyXR0U/s72-c/happyfeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>