<?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-8074108200186661730</id><updated>2009-10-22T14:26:25.089-05:00</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'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquaman71.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074108200186661730/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Wayne Kelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815261182778481091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074108200186661730&amp;postID=2935474314447031639' title='0 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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16980460107950763158'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>