<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:59:47.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me...?</title><subtitle type='html'>Alone, in the middle of the field of rational coherency...I call out, "Hellllloooooo?"  Too often, I'm quite sure I'm all by myself.  Yet, perhaps I'm not.  Granted, We are aliens here in this world.  But there is a "we" isn't there?  Are you with me?  Read on and let me know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-8707047120683138478</id><published>2009-04-12T11:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:16:22.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He has risen indeed....and left candy!</title><content type='html'>Rachel is a great mother.  Folks tell me that I'm a good dad and I guess I believe them.  Yet, we both admit that we struggle in one area...holidays.  It seems that most, if not all, of our friends have cute traditions with their kids around the holidays.  We just got our Easter decorations out this past Monday.  Did we take our kids to see the Easter Bunny?  Do we want them to have nightmares?  The answer to both is, "no".  So, this morning, Junior and Bella came downstairs to see what the Easter Bunny had left for them.  After reassuring Junior that this uniquely talented sugar pushing Santa like rabbit had left the room and was not going to get him, the baskets were discovered.  We put their card from Grandma in each of the baskets.  Filled with candy, fruit, fruit snacks, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;froot&lt;/span&gt; roll ups (ain't no "fruit" in those) I asked Junior what was his favorite thing in his basket.  He replied, "The favorite thing I got from Grandma was...".  I replied, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woooooaaaa&lt;/span&gt;, the card is from Grandma, everything else is from the Easter bunny."  He picked up a can of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Delmonte&lt;/span&gt; fruit (that he gets very often from Grandma's) and said, "I know that this came from Grandma."  I told him, "No, buddy.  The Easter bunny and grandma just shop at the same store.  That's why grandma always has carrots on her.  They are for the Easter bunny."  For the record...&lt;br /&gt;1.  Grandma does not always have carrots on her...she better start 'cause a certain 6 and 4 year old will be asking to see them.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Junior can read and write.  Yet, he buys the "Grandma and the Easter bunny shop at the same store." line.&lt;br /&gt;3.  When your children are way too sick for Easter dinner at their aunt's house (but don't know that we are not going yet) and climb into your bed in the morning and the first thing out of their mouth is, "Will we be playing games at the Easter party today?"  your heart breaks into a million pieces...twice.&lt;br /&gt;4.  A promise of an outdoor and indoor Easter egg hunt, the video of "Toy Story" (which they haven't seen and Bella is already afraid of), some brand new sidewalk chalk, a game of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Candyland&lt;/span&gt; and Chutes and Ladders, and much love from Daddy and Mommy can get them to forget about the "other Easter party" and excited about having our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that the disciples didn't wake up on Easter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; excited either.  Yet, He did Rise.  He has risen.  He rises within us everyday.  He rises within us and equips us to help those that are so alone even if they are surrounded by so many.  He delights over us.  He has risen indeed...but it was the Easter bunny that left the candy... that he bought while shopping with Grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-8707047120683138478?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8707047120683138478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=8707047120683138478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8707047120683138478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8707047120683138478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-has-risen-indeedand-left-candy.html' title='He has risen indeed....and left candy!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-8948361725660358392</id><published>2009-04-01T09:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:34:10.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to speak at my nephew Tyler's Junior High Bible Club meeting this morning before school.  It was going to be awesome.  I was to pick him up at 6:30, take him to school, and speak from 7:00 to 7:45.  I really love, and like, Tyler.  He is way older than his age and when I am with him I forget that he is 25 or so years younger than me.  He is very talented and great to be around.  I'm sure that one of the things that I like about him is that he likes me, a lot.  It's a constant heavy feeling I have for Tyler in that I don't spend much time with him.  I would love to be there for him more.  He is really special to me and doesn't have much evidence to believe that.  That is one of the reasons why this morning was to be so special for me.  Another is that I love to speak and looked forward to blessing them with whatever the Lord would bring.  I was even excited to take Tyler to school so my brother wouldn't have to.  There are many reasons I was excited to be there with and for Tyler this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I was not there.  Car crash?  Kids sick?  House fire?  Did I finally get in the fist fight I've been looking for all these years (read "Wild at Heart"...you'll understand)?  No, I set my alarm, turned it on, and turned all of the sound off of my phone.  Thus, I slept in.  When Rachel's alarm went off at the time I should have been walking into the school with Tyler, my heart sank.  I called my brother's cell phone and apologized to Tyler and Tommy (my brother...you probably know him as Tom). &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I can do.  Could it have been worse?  Sure.  There could have been a fire, sickness, fights, etc.  On a simpler note, I could have simply turned the alarm off after waking up or hit the snooze too many times.  That would have been worse I guess.  No, I just turned the sound off of my phone like I do every night.  I am filled with regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-8948361725660358392?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8948361725660358392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=8948361725660358392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8948361725660358392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8948361725660358392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/04/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-8712165576107327166</id><published>2009-03-31T09:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:15:22.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should he stay or should he go?</title><content type='html'>In a bible study the other evening, we went over 2Cor2: 12-13.  Paul writes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-28821" class="versenum" value="12"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;Now when I went to Troas to preach the gospel of Christ and found that the Lord had opened a door for me, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28822" class="versenum" value="13"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;I still had no peace of mind, because I did not find my brother Titus there. So I said good-by to them and went on to Macedonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of our lesson was that things in ministry (and in following Christ for that matter) just don't always go the way we feel they should.  The side story is that the bible is so amazing in that it is real.  Things go wrong.  Everything is not perfect.  If "man" were fabricating a "holy book" it would seem perfect.  I digress.&lt;br /&gt;My question is this.  Should Paul have left Troas?  Too often, I believe people feel that everything Paul did was perfect.  Not true.  I see it two ways.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Paul should not have left.  God opened the door.  Paul, looking at earthly things instead of God's provision and plan, was discouraged and bolted.  He should have stayed.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Paul mentions having no, "peace of mind".  This is his explanation of feeling that although the Lord opened the door, that He was now telling him to not continue. &lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-8712165576107327166?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8712165576107327166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=8712165576107327166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8712165576107327166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8712165576107327166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/03/should-he-stay-or-should-he-go.html' title='Should he stay or should he go?'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-1636726071410159995</id><published>2009-03-29T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:35:48.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moses moments</title><content type='html'>Did you ever feel called to something?  Hard question, I know.  Have you ever wanted to do something?  Sure.  Have you ever had to do something?  Sure.  But called?  If you don't follow Christ this may even be strange term.  Oh, perhaps you are a cat freak and know that owning 12 cats, dressing them like people and giving them children's names is your calling but I believe I'm talking about something different.  Have you been called by God to do something for Him? &lt;br /&gt;     I think that this is a tough question for two reasons.  One, many of us are called by God and yet we are afraid.  We don't want to do that which God has called us to do.  We say we aren't sure and hem and haw.  We make up every practical excuse as to not follow through.  These are people who have not had a lot of people support them in life ("I haven't even done the simple things right in life.  How could I pull this off?" They worry.)  They haven't been accepted much in their world ("What if I fail?" their fear tells them).  They lack a good bit of comfort when things go wrong ("It hurts too much to screw up" they realize).  They eventually stall long enough and the Lord releases them to ineffectiveness and faith threatening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luke&lt;/span&gt; warmness.  Two, many others of us, and sometimes the same people as the first, get called to something we really want to do.  It's a perfect fit with little inherent dangers.  Yet, we hesitate.  Why would God make it this easy or transparent?  I should have to suffer more.  This is too perfect of a fit we say.  These could be people who haven't had much affection ("How could God make it so easy for me?" they surmise).  They, like the first group may have not had much attention growing up and thus feel unworthy of a calling at all ("Who am I to have a calling from God after all?" they think).    We all have emotional needs that haven't been met.  They hamper our abilities to hear from God in many ways.  I'm just guessing at a few here.&lt;br /&gt;    I'm in a different place.  I know what God wants me to do.  I'm clear in His calling.  Yet, I wonder (that's a self protective way to say, "I'm scared and lack faith and am full of self doubt.").  Yes, I "wonder" how God is going to pull this off?  Will He?  Sure.  Will He use me?  Sure.  But how?  Can I screw it up?  What if I'm wrong?  What if I don't answer the call with what I am required?  Moses did the same thing.  God called him to some big time things.  If you aren't sure what I'm talking about you can check it out.  It's chronicled in a history book called, I believe, the Bible.  Check out the first part of the book and it will lead you there. &lt;br /&gt;     Moses gave God every excuse.  The problem was, he was focusing on himself, not God.  I'm doing the same.  Should I?  No.  Do I?  Yes.  Why?  Well, growing up, I lacked a good bit of comfort, didn't always get the support I needed..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, it's easier to point it out in others like I did earlier.  I'll just keep moving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; and follow His lead.  It worked for Moses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-1636726071410159995?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1636726071410159995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=1636726071410159995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1636726071410159995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1636726071410159995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/03/moses-moments.html' title='Moses moments'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-3051437597243060420</id><published>2009-02-24T11:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:36:16.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't have kids you don't understand...</title><content type='html'>So I had to discipline Isabella Sunday night.  Ok, I yelled at her.  She was way too wound up for bed time and wasn't listening.  I felt bad so I had a quiet moment with her.  I said, "Bella, I want you to know that even though I get angry with you that I love you very much.  Nothing will ever change that."  She replied, "Really?  You will always love me?  Even if I put tweezers in your mouth?"  Junior chimes in, "Even when we're dead?".  Me, "Let's go to bed kids."&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was not feeling well.  I had some sinus congestion and had a bit of a headache (I never get headaches so any headache bothers me quite a bit).  Yes, I engaged my "holistic don't get sick" solution and am better today.  Anyhow, let's just say I was a bit "short" with the kids if not downright crabby.  So, when Junior was taking a bath I told him, "Junior, daddy didn't feel well today.  I'm sorry if I wasn't as fun as normal.  I want you to know that I think that you are great and that I love you."  As he was putting shamoo in his hands in the shape of a circle he replies, "Hey dad, it looks like a lemon."  Well son, I'm glad we could have this talk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-3051437597243060420?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3051437597243060420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=3051437597243060420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/3051437597243060420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/3051437597243060420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-dont-have-kids-you-dont.html' title='If you don&apos;t have kids you don&apos;t understand...'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-7007912875686367163</id><published>2009-02-20T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:35:46.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood games...</title><content type='html'>My good friend Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Czaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.czabe.com"&gt; if you dare&lt;/a&gt; was talking about his father who is turning 70 this weekend.  He went down memory lane and discussed how his dad got him a football at a Redskins game as a kid, sand for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sand trap&lt;/span&gt; that Steve had dug in his backyard, and didn't freak out when he built a field goal post out of quarter round (that was supposed to be for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; house).  It got me to thinking about my lonely childhood.  Steve's dad always facilitated his games, and even coached, but like any dad he worked a lot.  My father worked a lot as well.  The guys on Czaban's show made fun of how he had so many made up games and that he seemed like he had no friends...he didn't argue.  Living on a dead end street, having friends come over involved moms and driving and was frankly, pretty rare.  Here are some of the ways I passed the time.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Czaban&lt;/span&gt;, I kicked field goals.  I would put the seats of the picnic table on end on top of the table at either end.  Meticulously balanced, the worked to perfection.  I would stand in the other half of the yard (our front yard was separated by a short driveway, thus making two halves...actually 1/3 and 2/3's) and kick every type of football I had (real, good, crappy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nerf&lt;/span&gt;, etc.).  It would always be the game winning attempt and if I missed there was always a penalty.  I would then kick again...until I made it...never a penalty when I made the field goal.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I would throw this rubber/cork baseball off of the stone wall in our front yard.  Because it was made of several layers of stone the bounce was unpredictable.  If I fielded it cleanly I would throw it again and having fielded it cleanly again the "batter" was out.  If not, an error.  If I didn't field it cleanly in the first place it was a hit.  On the ground was a single.  In the air and off of the wall of the house, a double.  Off of the living room window a triple (and very scary).  Off of the roof a home run.  I had the entire Pirates and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Phillies&lt;/span&gt; line ups memorized and I pitched/fielded for both teams.  The Pirates always won.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I would "pepper" with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;volleyball&lt;/span&gt; off of the roof.  I would serve it into the part that came to a "v".  It would roll down and I would forearm pass it back on to the roof, set it onto the roof, then hit a roll shot one more time and repeat with a forearm pass.  As long as it didn't go over the roof (which invariably it did) it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I once stretched a volleyball net from the roof to the fence post of our street (our yard was below street level).  I would then throw the ball onto the roof which would then bounce as if it was a set.  I would take an approach and swing for a kill.  Ingenious but boring as crap chasing the ball into the weeds every hit...it didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I would spend countless hours chipping golf balls from one side of the yard to the other.  It was challenging to not hit the elevated driveway wall as the ball would come back flying at midsection level.  Further, a hit that would go long would disappear forever down the hill.  We also had a flag pole tucked in the further corner of our 1/3rd yard.  A true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; to get it all of the way back there without losing it.&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Evel&lt;/span&gt; Knievel was my hero and very often I would put on my skateboarding helmet (we didn't wear helmets to bike back then) and jump off of the curb into my neighbors yard (also below street level).  I'm still not aware how I didn't get broke.&lt;br /&gt;7.  There was always "annoy the crap out of my sisters" but they needed to be there to play that and they got wise and rarely showed.&lt;br /&gt;8.  As a very young boy I remember playing army against...the wind.  I would hide behind things and try not to get hit by...the wind.  I lost so much I quit.  My imagination had it's limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, there should be ten...but there weren't.  It clearly was a simpler time back then.  I don't remember freaking out about Jimmy Carter and inflation or housing interest rates, let alone the gas shortages.  I just needed a game to play.  Anyone up for some home run derby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-7007912875686367163?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7007912875686367163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=7007912875686367163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/7007912875686367163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/7007912875686367163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/02/childhood-games.html' title='Childhood games...'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-2918958522819388493</id><published>2009-02-14T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:42:55.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's advice</title><content type='html'>Yes, two new posts in 12 hours...how about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few quick pointers for this most contrived of all Hallmark Holidays.  Some of these are borrowed from my good friend Erik &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuselias&lt;/span&gt; of ESPN radio, the rest are mine...you figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;1.  If she has to work today, you better get something delivered to her there.  By four o'clock she will want you dead as others get their gifts and she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Please make it something she wants, not something you want her to want.  Sexy this, or smelly that is not what she's looking for (if she doesn't already like it).&lt;br /&gt;3.  If she says it's not important to her, get her something anyhow...just do it.&lt;br /&gt;4.  If she says it's not important and really means it, you are blessed.  Buy her something anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Make her a card, don't buy one.  If you are not creative, just write a note (more than two lines) it will go much farther than a $4 card.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Ladies, agree to do something with him that he knows you don't want to do, and enjoy it (sports event, his restaurant, his t.v.).&lt;br /&gt;7.  DO NOT BUY HIM FLOWERS.&lt;br /&gt;8.  For you married women, hit the Victoria's Secret like it's a pinata and you don't have a blindfold.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Ladies, you may buy us something you like us to wear (clothes, perfume).  We are not scared or sensitive (this doesn't work the other way around, see #2) and would love to know you like what we look like or smell like.&lt;br /&gt;10.  For my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unat&lt;/span&gt;tached readers, when you ask someone out for a first date ask them to go for ice cream at the best place in town.  If they say no, it's you.  Everyone likes ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-2918958522819388493?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2918958522819388493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=2918958522819388493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/2918958522819388493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/2918958522819388493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-advice.html' title='Valentine&apos;s advice'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-248630525803972294</id><published>2009-02-13T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:56:35.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many posts all at once...(updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I admit it.  I haven't posted in way too long.  I really appreciate all/both of you that told me to post again.  I also admit that I am having an unbelievably good Friday night.  Yes, I am here at Lowe's (Ryan, not the Home Depot knock off) blogging, while watching an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MMA&lt;/span&gt; card that is streaming live on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sherdog&lt;/span&gt;.com (that includes Ken Shamrock, who has lost 7 of his last 8 fights, fighting a dude who is 6'8" tall and weighs 385 pounds...and has lost 5 of HIS past 6 fights), and watching the NBA rookie/sophomore All Star game (kind of),  the whole time eating pizza.  There are some other things I'd rather be doing...just not many.&lt;br /&gt;    Anyhow, I have been super busy and have had many posts in my mind.  Thus, I will put them here in quasi-list fashion.  If you want to hear more about any of the items, let me know...I will expand.&lt;br /&gt;*The last two days for me have been "No thinking" days.  I have had such little sleep that I do not allow myself to think.  I don't mean to not think at all.  I'm talking about thinking about the future, about where things go from here, how I'm going to provide for my family and what God's plan entails on a detail basis.  Being so tired I would spiral downward into negativity and cynicism.  I tell you what, it's been nice.&lt;br /&gt;*Speaking of thinking, I have found out lately that I think a lot more than most people.  Not better mind you, just more.  The other day Rachel and I were talking and after Rachel talked for about 30 seconds I asked her if she wanted to hear what I was thinking about while she was talking (I had told her about my hyper thinking).  Of course I was thinking about what she was talking about but much more.  It took me 3 minutes to explain all that I was thinking about for those 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;*I would like to thank Alex Rodriguez for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;steroid&lt;/span&gt; use.  I went almost six moths without hearing the words, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TAINTed&lt;/span&gt; sample".  Tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;.  I laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Further, why is the identity of the source that outed A-Rod's steroid use so protected while the actual test was supposed to be "anonymous"?  Shouldn't that be protected?&lt;br /&gt;*The stimulus package is a slap in the face to all Americans...except those who want big socialized government.&lt;br /&gt;*24 and Lost are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; great shows.  They look at the phrase "jump the shark" and say, "We are jump the shark".&lt;br /&gt;*This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MMA&lt;/span&gt; show "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WarGods&lt;/span&gt;" is partially sponsored by "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wasabi&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;*Michael Phelps gets high in November and is ridiculed (appropriately).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Santonio&lt;/span&gt; Holmes gets high in November and becomes Super Bowl MVP (...also appropriately).&lt;br /&gt;*The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Grammy's&lt;/span&gt; confirmed, once again, that I (and we, if you follow Christ) are not from this world and do not belong here.&lt;br /&gt;*My Saturn has over 108,000 miles on it.  A good buy.&lt;br /&gt;*A senator tried to add an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;amendment&lt;/span&gt; to the "stimulus" bill that would mandate that all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;construction&lt;/span&gt; workers for any of the projects had to be United States citizens.  They wouldn't even bring it to a vote.  Yes, union workers, your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Democratic&lt;/span&gt; elected leaders love illegal immigrants more than they love you.&lt;br /&gt;*There is a huge difference between being broken personally and going through a Godly brokenness .  The first, you are sorry for what you've lost...personally.  The second, you are sorry for what you have done and how it affects God.  A Godly brokenness is the only one that leads to repentance.&lt;br /&gt;*Seek to understand how you've hurt someone long before you ask for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;*The real reason for this recession/depression is simple.  Government forced on greedy banks/mortgage firms to relax regulations on lending.  "Owning a home is a right" they basically told them.  They lent to people they wouldn't normally lend to (people who couldn't afford the loans).  When they defaulted (didn't pay) the banks got screwed.  The government then bailed them out...with your money.  Other industries saw this and said, "Hey, we want money too." and it started.  With this stimulus bill the government is borrowing money to fix past mistakes (and spending a ton on ridiculous pet projects).  Have you ever heard of people paying off one credit card with another?  Ever heard of paying one bill and letting others go?  Have you ever heard of this being a good idea?  No, it's horrible and every financial analyst will tell you not to do it.  Yet, this is exactly what our government is doing...and worse.&lt;br /&gt;*The Onion News Network (I think they are new but they have some good reports) reports that the real cause of the recession is that everyone gave their money to Obama's campaign fund...that's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-248630525803972294?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/248630525803972294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=248630525803972294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/248630525803972294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/248630525803972294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/02/many-posts-all-at-once.html' title='Many posts all at once...(updated)'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-3644434570522063674</id><published>2009-02-03T09:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:36:00.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling ill?</title><content type='html'>No, not an "anti - Obama" post.  Not a "hey, how does it feel Arizona?" post.  No, it begins with a confession. &lt;br /&gt;    I used to be a antibiotic addict.  No, it wasn't for the rush of dry mouth or the need to be disciplined enough to remember to take 3 pills the size of Rosie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;O'Donnell's&lt;/span&gt; sweat drops (what the?) each day.  It was because I would get roughly 3 sinus infections each year.  Sinus' drain down the back of my throat day one, sneeze like crazy day two, stuffy head and nose day three through seven, and then asthma and chest congestion for the duration.  Sometimes I would get a prescription for a decongestant the size of Oprah Winfrey's hypocrisy (a crack at her postmodern theology, not her weight) and forget which I was supposed to take two of and either be really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decongested&lt;/span&gt; or not at all.  Also, not good to mix with two glasses of champagne on New Years eve at Michael and Michele's house in 2000.  Not drunk, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; for hours quietly so no one would have less of a good time.  I figured back then there had to be a better way.&lt;br /&gt;    A guy we had on staff suggested &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;echinacia&lt;/span&gt; to me.  Being that he had an extensive narcotic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;background&lt;/span&gt; (as in, did drugs.  Way in the past though we would joke about it a lot.  He would laugh so hard he'd cry, only I never saw him laugh...just cry).  I figured it to be highly suspect if not illegal.  I mean, cocaine could clear your sinuses too but has it's drawbacks.  I didn't trust him.  So I tried it, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;echinacia&lt;/span&gt; not the cocaine.  I stand here today free of antibiotics for 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;    I have learned a few things about herbal supplements.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don't take them everyday.  When I start to feel my sinus' drain, I start popping.  Usually, it stops there.  It never, ever stopped there before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;echinacea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  As I have spread the love about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;echinacia&lt;/span&gt; I have found that one should only buy it at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GNC&lt;/span&gt; or Vitamin World.  They will guarantee you how much of the supplement is in each capsule.  Other brands do not do that.  I buy the Herbal Plus Standardized Extract, 100 -500mg capsules from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GNC&lt;/span&gt; for about $16.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Many studies have "proven" it doesn't work.  Granted, these studies have been funded by the medical or pharmaceutical industries who have every reason to not want it to work but there's nothing to see here...move along.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SYheCBY6_kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bSJjzpFNsU/s1600-h/FanZoneBottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SYheCBY6_kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bSJjzpFNsU/s320/FanZoneBottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298588350427102786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I nice boost of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;emergen&lt;/span&gt;-C (powdered vitamin c) will help as well when you are ill.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, make sure you mix it with water and don't eat it like a Dip n Stick (remember that crazy candy and how sad you were when it was gone and you ate the stick)?&lt;br /&gt;5.  I have probably had 3 or 4 full blown infections over the past 9 years but they have lasted no more than a week when I treat it with my herbal attack.  I used to go to the doctor for my antibiotic after one week and it would then last two more.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I nice pick me up when you are ill or near ill is one of favorite finds...5 hour energy.  I could post about this bad boy all by itself, and perhaps I will soon but it helps too.  I will sip on one for a few hours (rather than drink all 2 oz. at once as usual).  It is chock full of B6 and B12 vitamins and other good stuff.  I have found it to help.&lt;br /&gt;7.  If my throat is a little scratchy I take Halls Sugar Free Vitamin C drops.  Tasty and another boost of Vitamin C.  Just don't take too many.  Your lips will get those nasty splits/cracks that remind you of the time you let your mouth touch the water fountain.&lt;br /&gt;8.  There are many in the zinc or Airborne product line camps.  More power to them.  The zinc and vitamin C don't like each other so I pass on the zinc.  The Airborne is fine but is just a mix of all of the things I take in larger quantities. &lt;br /&gt;All that being said, our society is way too dependent on drugs and prescriptions.  I want to save my antibiotics for when I get something nasty (probably from a hospital visit and unrelated to the reason I was there in the first place).  If you have any of your own remedies, I want to hear them.  I'm always open to new thoughts.  An ex-something of mine once said, "Your problem is, you always think you're right."  Yeah, YOU'RE right.  I should walk around thinking, "I'm sure I'm wrong...tell me what to think.  Well, that's what the drug companies want me to believe.  I will tell you this.  If I only think that all of the above help me...and THAT helps me?  Boo yeah!  Nine years free of Anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;biotics&lt;/span&gt; my man, nine years. &lt;br /&gt;Lastly, what's the deal with all of this "pro-biotic" stuff being good for you?  Does that mean the anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;biotics&lt;/span&gt; are really...really bad?  Do they not like each other?  Sharks vs. the Jets kind of thing?  I'm out of my league here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-3644434570522063674?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3644434570522063674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=3644434570522063674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/3644434570522063674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/3644434570522063674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-ill.html' title='Feeling ill?'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SYheCBY6_kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bSJjzpFNsU/s72-c/FanZoneBottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-5823373893153474926</id><published>2009-01-23T14:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:09:03.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mount Rushmore of...</title><content type='html'>Borrowing an idea from ESPN I want to compile a list of the Mount Rushmore's of.  I implore you to contribute on this one.  You may either comment on my or others lists but you may also leave a list of your own.  Here's how it works.&lt;br /&gt;Pick a category that you are passionate about.  Who are the 4 most important figures that represent that passion?  It is for all time, not just current or recent accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;One of the main reasons why I like this is because it is almost impossible to be negative.  If you are going to earnestly put someone on the list, the only argument is why someone else thinks there is a better choice, not that yours is undeserving.  Thus, you pretty much have to argue for something, not against something else.  Those listed are not in any order...just top 4.  That being said...here are some of my Mount Rushmore's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mount Rushmore of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performers:  Bruce Sprinsteen,  Barenaked Ladies, Frank Sinatra, Dave Matthews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedians:  Bill Cosby, Richard Pryor, Lewis Black, Brian Regan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMA:  Dana White, Royce Gracie, Randy Couture, Mark Ratner (former Nevada State Athletic Commisioner who now works to legalize MMA across the country).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YL character:  Pumpkin Head, Duct Tape Man, Dan Dan the Music Man, Hoagie Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women I've dated:  Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy but Awesome TV shows:  Pick Up Artist, Rock of Love/ROL Charm School, Real World (the Godfather of them all), Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirational/Motivational People:  Martin Luther King Jr., Jim Valvano , Dick Hoyt, Randy Pausch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offensive but Awesome TV characters:  Archie Bunker, Vic Mackey, House, Sawyer (Lost).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh Athletes (from Pgh teams):  Mario Lemieux, Honus Wagner, Roberto Clemente, Terry Bradshaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People as an audience: Brian Von Bloch, Joe Hines, Rachel, My mother.&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/9000126026144085446-5823373893153474926?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5823373893153474926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=5823373893153474926' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/5823373893153474926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/5823373893153474926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/01/mount-rushmore-of.html' title='The Mount Rushmore of...'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-1168371495675150465</id><published>2009-01-20T18:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:55:18.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From cynicism to heartfelt hope...yeah...hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cynicism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  They chanted "Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;, hey hey hey, goodbye" to George Bush from the west lawn of the capital as he arrived...nice, respectful.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have never seen so many people (including George Bush the daddy) not praying when there is a public prayer (during Rick Warren's prayer).  So many people looking around, not paying attention, and the applause?  You don't erupt in applause at a time like that?  And don't tell me it's a charismatic or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pentecostal&lt;/span&gt;' thing.  It just gave me the feeling that God really isn't important to a lot of the people in Washington (hardly a bulletin).&lt;br /&gt;3.  Speaking of Warren.  Really?  A goatee? Why didn't he just rock a tech vest?&lt;br /&gt;4.  Reid, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pelosi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Feinstein&lt;/span&gt; make me want to fight.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Hillary tries to fight Sen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cornyn&lt;/span&gt; in the Rotunda during lunch?  Does she get three days out of school for that?&lt;br /&gt;6.  Kennedy and Byrd go down at the same lunch?  I actually felt bad for Obama.&lt;br /&gt;7.  No one mentioned the single largest plunge in the stock market for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt; day.  I suppose he is not wall streets savior.  Yet, the networks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shan't&lt;/span&gt; mention that.&lt;br /&gt;8.  $70 million for Bush was excessive but $170 for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt; is not news.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I'm nitpicking here but I didn't like Michele's olive gloves...I'm just saying and I felt I should get this to ten.&lt;br /&gt;10.  IT REALLY BUGS ME (LIKE, ALL IN CAPS BUGS ME) THAT PEOPLE CHANT, "OBAMA".  PLEASE PEOPLE, CHANT, "USA USA".  HE IS NOT BIGGER THAN THE POSITION,  HE HAS BEEN ELECTED TO SERVE, THE COUNTRY HE REPRESENTS, OR THOSE WHO HAVE SERVED BEFORE HIM.  USA USA USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, to transition&lt;/span&gt;.  His children were adorable.  I liked Rick Warrens prayer.  I was glad to hear the President say that it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;individual's&lt;/span&gt; responsibility to help get our country back on it's feet collectively and as individuals and to not wait for the government to save us.  I kind of felt good for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; in some weird kind of way.  Maybe it's because we won't see him for the next 4-8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And on to hope&lt;/span&gt;.  To see that many people excited for our country and to be a part of it's revival is amazing.  The social significance would not be lost on even Archie Bunker.  Yet, more than that (if it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; that I say that) I am moved by the hope that others have.  I hope it's not another example of how we come together for a while and then go backwards (think back to how patriotic we all were after 9/11 and how it all fizzled into nothing).  I do not believe that the President has the right ideas and/or policies to move us forward.  I agree with him in almost nothing.  He is my President and I will recognize him as such and support him when I agree with him.  My hope though, lies in the 2 million in attendance that day and the millions who are excited for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;administration&lt;/span&gt; and for this country for the first time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lives.  My prayer is that they remain committed to their part in supporting this country even when this administration begins to make it look more like Europe and less like the founding fathers intended it to be.  My hope is in America.  She is resilient and strong.  I hope her spirit moves through those excited today and fuels them far beyond the rhetoric and excitement of a new administration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And lastly&lt;/span&gt;, there was one man who got it right today.  He put it all into perspective.  He gets priorities.  He understands that we are on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;precipice&lt;/span&gt; of something monumental.  He is ready.  He support this cause.  See how awesome he is &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/merklitl/3213399898/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-1168371495675150465?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1168371495675150465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=1168371495675150465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1168371495675150465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1168371495675150465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-cynicism-to-heartfelt-hopeyeahhope.html' title='From cynicism to heartfelt hope...yeah...hope.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-4770732343499610612</id><published>2009-01-19T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:03:55.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears...</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here is tears.  No, Junior and Bella have not successfully injured me this time.  Rather, George Bush just did something very right.  I have not been his biggest fan and I am far from his worst critic.  I have though been very disappointed by many of his decisions.  Today, he made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;When presidents leave office, they typically pardon a ton of people.  Sadly, many of these pardons are for the wrong and/or shady reasons.  Google "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FALN&lt;/span&gt; terrorists" or "Marc Rich" if you are a conservative or consider pardons for those involved with Iran Contra and Richard Nixon if you are a liberal. &lt;br /&gt;Today, President Bush commuted the sentences of border guards Ramos and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Compean&lt;/span&gt;.  Who are they?  They are two US border guards who bravely did their jobs and fought off an attack from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; drug lord.  However, our border guards are not allowed to do their jobs and are restricted from defending themselves let alone our country due to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bureaucratic&lt;/span&gt; BS that they have to put up with.  So, they were sent to prison for not following the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bureaucratic&lt;/span&gt; BS.  The drug lord?  Read what happened to him &lt;a href="http://wizbangblog.com/content/2008/04/24/ramos-and-compean-drug-smuggler-pleads-guilty.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...and the whole incident as well.&lt;br /&gt;So, today they are free men.  Well, not entirely free.  They will be let out of prison in March.  They are not pardoned and thus will keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; felon label with them.  Had they been pardoned they would be free to work in law enforcement again.  Something is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So I sit, well now...sat, here in tears.  Two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt; will be back with their wives and families.  For a moment, this country worked the way it should...or at least didn't work the way it usually does (as in what happened to them originally).  There is hope...which bring me to....not now, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what do you call 51 guys watching the super bowl eating nachos alongside 2 guys watching the super bowl eating nachos through a straw?  The Baltimore Ravens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-4770732343499610612?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4770732343499610612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=4770732343499610612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/4770732343499610612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/4770732343499610612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/01/tears.html' title='Tears...'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-4296679347783625865</id><published>2009-01-15T00:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:04:13.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just didn't see it coming.</title><content type='html'>There are just some things you don't expect to experience as a father...&lt;br /&gt;1.  Junior eating his first gumball out of a machine and saying ten minutes later, "It's good and all...just not like it was when I first got it though."  Ah yes my son.  There will be many more disappointments  to come my son.&lt;br /&gt;**Note** The Oedipus complex is straight for real.  For those of you who don't know me very well, my kids have been trying to kill me since they were able.  My left "boy" (as in "I got hit in the "boys"") is the size of a kiwi fruit due to Junior and 'Bella hitting it over the years.  They have recently begun an assault on "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;righty&lt;/span&gt;".  That being said...&lt;br /&gt;2.  Trey thumbed me in the eye and scratched at least my eye if not my soul today.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Junior getting out of the bathtub and saying, "Hey!  When I jump up and down my penis bounces with me!"...and proceeding to jump up and down 300 times while giggling.  Pan over to Rachel trying not to laugh by hiding behind a t-shirt she was folding (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; Randy Jackson hiding behind a piece of paper).&lt;br /&gt;4.  Junior praying before bed and saying, "Thank you Jesus that we have a great day tomorrow."  Was he confused and should have said, "We pray Jesus that we would have a great day tomorrow."?  Or is he in a beautiful childlike state and thanking Him knowing it to be true for it is God's Will?  Out of the mouth of babes.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Bella praying every night and making not a bit of sense no matter how she is encouraged or directed.  Not one identifiable word.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Junior finishing his prayer with the sweetest, "I love you Jesus." melting my heart.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Junior leaning over and whispering into Bella's ear two minutes later while I was praying and saying how thankful I was for their love for each other, "My prayer was longer than yours." to Bella.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Being momentarily excited over a two hour delay until realizing that Trey is not aware of that nor does he care and will be up in six hours regardless...sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-4296679347783625865?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4296679347783625865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=4296679347783625865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/4296679347783625865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/4296679347783625865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/01/parenthood.html' title='I just didn&apos;t see it coming.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-2183839928744699673</id><published>2009-01-12T17:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:40:20.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming or drifting?......</title><content type='html'>So I'm torn.  There is a dream inside of me that God has clearly placed there.  He has planted it, watered it, shed light upon it, pruned it, protected it, fed it, and brought it along.  I know the end result...well, most of it.  It's the in between where I am stuck, pondering.  I am stuck balancing bold steps of faith (some of you laugh at that given what I've been through) against the reality of practicality.  Where is the center point?  When the God of all creation whispers in your ear, "make a plan and I will bless it." you feel blessed and comforted beyond all imagination.  Yet, I seek more.  I want to say, "About that Lord, how exactly do you want that plan to look?  Will you bless even the dumbest parts of a plan?  Will you only bless that which fits your design that I need to seek?  Could it possibly mean, "I have given you a vision Jay.  Don't sweat the details, we are going there together.  Don't focus on the little stuff, we have big things to do."?".  I suppose.  I hope so.  I just don't know.  I'm not fretting, which is nice.  Just washing back and forth in a temporary sea of uncertainty.  God has blessed me too much to fret now.  There are too many people that we are going to (and have) blessed.  Just got to get back with Him on maybe just a couple of the details...for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-2183839928744699673?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2183839928744699673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=2183839928744699673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/2183839928744699673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/2183839928744699673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming-or-drifting.html' title='Dreaming or drifting?......'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-144313085654663358</id><published>2009-01-10T11:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:10:34.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not everything is life changing serious...</title><content type='html'>Note to the Pittsburgh sports world.  I have a few things for you to know...&lt;br /&gt;1.  It is not "Steeler Nation".  There is only "Raider Nation".  For every pro, college, HS, AAU, or Disney on Ice organization that uses the term "nation" I say....STOP IT!  If you must, the Steelers can use the term "Country".  There was a big banner at the Steeler games dating back to the 70's that said, "You are in: STEELER COUNTRY".  I will allow that.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Steelers is pronounced (Steel' ers).  If you are well versed and a habitual user of Pittsburghese then you may pronounce it (Still' ers).  Under no circumstance may you use the bastardized Pittsburghese pronounciation of (Stiw' ers).  Too many people from this region have sunk to new lows by replacing the letter "l" with a "w" ("Mira coow  Moww shopping center" as an example, "Ow a gainy wi ver buww a vard" as another).&lt;br /&gt;3.  Stop saying "we" when you reference your favorite team and dying when they lose.  Hines Ward does not lose sleep when you have a bad day at work, you shouldn't when he does either.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Matt Cavenaugh is dead.  His doppleganger who knows nothing about offense or football has been coaching the Pitt offense for the past 3 or 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;5.  The Penguins....sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-144313085654663358?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/144313085654663358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=144313085654663358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/144313085654663358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/144313085654663358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-everything-is-life-changing-serious.html' title='Not everything is life changing serious...'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-1519896099333791756</id><published>2009-01-09T12:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:44:18.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New blessings and time tested truth.</title><content type='html'>Rachel and I were talking last night.  We were going over our evening and how our first small group for marriage went.  It was great leading it and my passion for helping marriages operate the way God intended  is growing everyday.  It is helped and deepened by the way God continues to open my eyes and break my heart by showing me how many people have marriages that just don't work.  God intended for us to be the solution to His first problem.  Adam was alone.  He had perfect communion and fellowship with God, but he was alone so he gave him Eve (He did not solve Adam's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aloneness&lt;/span&gt; with more of Himself).  The spouse was created to be God's primary provision of His love to his/her spouse.  Do you see that?  Sadly, it's rare.  In God's great design, we were created to be married so we wouldn't be alone.  Yet, when things aren't right in a marriage, you can't imagine feeling lonelier. &lt;br /&gt;So there we were last night beginning a huge journey.  Each couple has their story.  Each one has what the world would say is a good relationship...and they do.  Yet, God has so much more for them.  The amazing thing is that He chose me to be a part of showing them...so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I moved on in conversation to the time in our life when we were in the same stage of relationship as each of the couples.  Wow.  It's only been 12 years since we met but time goes by quickly.  Things change.  The night before I was not in a good way.  I had begun to process some really difficult things earlier in the day.  I then got some bad news a bit later.  Then, I overreacted at something that happened that evening when we had some company.  It wasn't the, "I'm not wrong, up yours!" kind of overreaction.  I kept it contained and knew from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;getgo&lt;/span&gt; that I was overreacting and it was because I had started to heal some hurts earlier in the afternoon.  I was sensitive and vulnerable.  Rachel was there not to react to my overreaction, but to comfort me and come by my side.  She let God use her to fill my need for comfort.  Thank you Lord...thank you Rachel. &lt;br /&gt;One day later (last night) I was on cloud nine.  So excited from a start to a whole new avenue for the Lord to work through me/us.  So much can change over 12 years, even 24 hours.  He doesn't though...never does.  That I know to be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-1519896099333791756?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1519896099333791756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=1519896099333791756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1519896099333791756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1519896099333791756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blessings-and-time-tested-truth.html' title='New blessings and time tested truth.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-7768562484191847849</id><published>2009-01-06T14:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:35:09.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I was back in June after I had weathered the new baby storm.  Now, I am back after several other storms.  What storms you say?  Well, if you don't know then it's one of two things.  1.  You are not that close to me (blunt?  perhaps but these are very personal storms).  2.  You are too close to me and I haven't had the opportunity or right words to say to you to completely fill you in.  Also, it could be that I just don't know how to tell you everything that happened in such a way that it could make sense to you. &lt;br /&gt;     A very good friend of mine and brother in Christ, Terry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colobrese&lt;/span&gt; (so close I may have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;misspelled&lt;/span&gt; his last name) once said to me, "Jay,  I would never want to go through what I've gone through ever again.  Yet, I wouldn't ever give up what I've learned."  I now know what he was talking about...and more.  You see, I would go through it again.  I now know my/our Lord and Savior in such a deep and intimate way, I understand so much more of life, I know exactly what God wants from and for me, more than ever before.  I would go through it again...and I'm sure to a degree, though through different circumstances, I will.&lt;br /&gt;     I will be posting a lot of the things that I've learned so that you too can share in the blessings that God has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(warning:  church word ahead)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bestowed &lt;/span&gt;upon me.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; start with just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;     God delights in you.  Yes, He loves you.  Yes, He cares for you.  Further, He DELIGHTS in you.  Not what you have done, not how you have performed for Him, not what you have said or anything like that...He simply delights in you.  That's why He made you.  That's why He died for you.  That's why He is ready and waiting to love you and meet your every need.  That's why on your worst day He is crying with/for you.  That is why He eagerly waits to hear from you. &lt;br /&gt;     Now, is that really news?  Did I not know that?  Sure, my left brain (the analytical side) knew that.  Heck, I've probably told many of you that.  But I get it.  I really get it.  You see, I was burdened by my performance for Him.  I believed He loved me and I repaid Him (a flaw in and of itself in my own theology for believing we can repay Him) by disobeying and doing things in my own strength.  I could swear that His was a "yeah but" kind of love.  I knew it wasn't but it always felt that way.  I have been able to understand and more importantly feel His love for me.  Not because of anything I have done, but because of who He is. &lt;br /&gt;     I will post again of more specific things I have learned.  In the meantime, stop and ask Jesus, "What do you think of me?"  and then sit and be quiet and listen.  Those aren't your words in your head, they are His.  Don't believe me?  Test it.  Throw in, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;" or "disgusted" as if He were saying that to you.  See if you don't feel Him saying, "NO"...I did.  He will tell you how He feels about you in your heart.  Trust it and don't excuse it away. &lt;br /&gt;   I will be talking to you soon.  Never hesitate to give me the opportunity to love you.  Call me or email me and let me know what you need...even if it's just to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-7768562484191847849?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7768562484191847849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=7768562484191847849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/7768562484191847849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/7768562484191847849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-backagain.html' title='I&apos;m back...again.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-2967687474754658971</id><published>2008-06-10T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:31:49.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's here and I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so having a third child takes away from your blogging.  My bad.  As it is, Trey Douglas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mitlo&lt;/span&gt; is a stud and is doing fine.  Rachel is still the best mom in the world and Junior and Bella are great with their little bro (though Bella has been having "accidents" for the past few days, including peeing on me yesterday, and it's getting a bit old).  One thing that you run into is a general sleep malaise.  Not straight deprivation, but slow weathering of your stamina and patience...well at least mine.  So I've been grumpy as crap today and the worst part is that I know that it's all me.  So, having attempted to get some work done, and getting further grumpy, I will now post the long awaited Global Warming Post.  I will put my grump to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Global Non-Warming...by Jay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mitlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are three types of people who will read this. &lt;br /&gt;1.  Those who agree with me...read on.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Those who aren't sure what they believe...read on, with patience.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Those who disagree with me.  I dare you, read on.  I bet you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a macro sense, my opinion on global warming is that it is an attack on the United States and our economy by at least three main groups. &lt;br /&gt;1.  Foreign governments who want to remain, become, hope to financially more competitive than us.&lt;br /&gt;2.  People within and outside of our borders who want a socialist agenda in all areas of government instituted to control more people and more economies.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Opportunists who see mass hysteria as a huge selling point for industries that they are invested in to flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First, a few facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Over the past years the global  temperature has remained constant.&lt;br /&gt;*During this same period, CO2 levels have risen 4.5%, thus pooping on the idea that CO2 levels effect temperature.  There are many who believe that CO2 levels actually follow temperature.&lt;br /&gt;Thus thwarting the idea that controlling CO2 will control temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;*The arctic ice cap (purported by Al Gore to be shrinking) is at it's greatest size in 30 years (which is all the time that they have been measuring it).&lt;br /&gt;*This past winter saw the greatest amount of North America that was covered in snow in history.&lt;br /&gt;*Hurricanes,  fires, floods, have been occurring with no more frequency or size than any other point in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above information is accurate and verified through the Global Climate Conference held earlier this year in NYC and  Dr. Bob Carter (who is not connected to or receives any money from "Big Oil".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hypocrisy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the 1960's the "great impending tragedy" was overpopulation and mass starvation.&lt;br /&gt;*In the 1970's it was Global Cooling and an impending ice age.  It was even suggested to put coal dust on ice caps to keep the temperature from lowering any further. &lt;br /&gt;*India and China use an increasingly exponential amount of oil and coal but no one wants to tax or restrict them.&lt;br /&gt;*Al Gore's house, every environmentalists private jet, blah blah blah, practice what you preach and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The common sense of it all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The earth has had something like 4 or 5 ice ages.  Which means that there have been 4 or 5 warming periods that brought us out of those ice ages.  These all occurred without the combustible  engine and CO2 output.  Thus, it wasn't man made "warming".  Couldn't that be what's warming the earth now?  Oh wait, it's not warming...see the first fact above.&lt;br /&gt;*Sun spots are random and incredibly difficult to measure the impact on earth.  They are highly variable and could, just maybe, have an impact on our weather.&lt;br /&gt;*Maybe, again, maybe, we are not so powerful and important.  Maybe the earth is bigger than us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Government's "solutions":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The new light bulb!!! Yes, it's green week on NBC and we want you to buy Green light bulbs that use less energy (oh by the way, we, NBC are owned by GE which makes these light bulbs but don't pay attention to that obvious conflict of interest).  Oh, by the way again, if you dispose of it improperly, the amount of pollutants in one of these can contaminate 60,000 gallons of water (for just one bulb!).&lt;br /&gt;*Let's all turn to Ethanol!!!  Yes, the USA will give subsidies (read: free money) for farmers to grow corn for Ethanol.  This will save on oil consumption.  Well, no.  It takes more CO2 to produce Ethanol than it saves.  It also has to be transported by truck (instead of pipe line).  Trucks emit CO2.  Now, farmers are growing so much corn for fuel that food prices are through the roof (one reason) and we now import grain for the first time ever.  Third world countries that depend on us for our extras are starving due to this great green idea.&lt;br /&gt;*Let's attack big oil.  The government makes 40 cents on the dollar for every gallon of gas.  Gas companies make about 7.  Government gets in the way of oil companies from drilling for more, refining more, or even using coal to oil technology....WAIT!!! I'm getting into my "why the price of gas is so high rant.........not today my friend....&lt;br /&gt;*The USA has taken steps to put the polar bear on the endangered species list due to global warming.  One problem, their numbers are increasing.&lt;br /&gt;*Global warming is a far better problem than a global cooling.  Slight warming would actually save lives and increase crops in most areas of the world.  Global cooling (which could happen if we keep getting in the way, though they would never be that effective, but humor me) would kill many more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being a lemming and following the rants of Ted Turner (look up his global warming beliefs...woof), socialist environmentalists (I'm all for the environment and conservation, just not the whole socialist agenda part of the movement), opportunistic politicians and speculative industries.  Look for real facts.  Look and follow the money.  The money will lead you to the liar...always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-2967687474754658971?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2967687474754658971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=2967687474754658971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/2967687474754658971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/2967687474754658971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-here-and-im-back.html' title='He&apos;s here and I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-8277293200662594865</id><published>2008-04-14T11:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:42:36.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over...it's over....woof, it's over.</title><content type='html'>Sleep is the sweetest thing ever.  We all lead desperate, over extended, busy but not always productive, too loud for the Holy Spirit to be heard, too much yet so little, no margin, unChristlike, self important, inward focused, lives that leave us needing, wanting, coveting, more sleep that we never get.  But that's enough about me, let's talk about some other things that interest me.  I apologize for letting this blog become positive when I committed to making it about the things in life that should but don't make sense.  Next post....Global Warming...no such thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-8277293200662594865?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8277293200662594865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=8277293200662594865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8277293200662594865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8277293200662594865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-overits-overwoof-its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over...it&apos;s over....woof, it&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-5707897085826066277</id><published>2008-04-10T11:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:56:20.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Four</title><content type='html'>Let's bring it home.  I have been amazed at the number of replies to this thread!  What I mean to say is that I mourn the sad lives most of you must live.  No Sweetness, no love, no fantastic moments...no opinions.  As it is, here are the final four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature Bracket: &lt;/span&gt; Summer Rain vs. Ocean Breeze.  The winner is.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Breeze!!! (Ocean = vacation, rain = ruined summer day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sports Bracket:&lt;/span&gt;  Favorite Team Winning vs.  Perfect Moment.  The winner is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Team Winning!!!  (perhaps the Steelers Super Bowl and Penguins potential Cup pushed this one forward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School/Work Bracket: &lt;/span&gt; 2 Hour Delay vs. Last Day.  The winner is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Hour Delay (on nostalgia alone...few of us have these anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Bracket:&lt;/span&gt;  Concert Moment vs. More Sleep.  The winner is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Sleep (by a landlside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Four Matchup!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Breeze vs. 2 Hour Delay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Favorite Team Winning vs. More Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, if the titles of the sweetest things confuse you, check the original entry.  Vote early and often.  This will gladly be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming can only wait so long......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-5707897085826066277?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5707897085826066277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=5707897085826066277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/5707897085826066277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/5707897085826066277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweetest-four.html' title='Sweetest Four'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-1623238154557437196</id><published>2008-04-07T11:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:03:42.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite Sweet...Eight.</title><content type='html'>Since tonight is the national championship game we are announcing our Elite Sweet Eight (what the...?).  Anyhow...here goes.  Most of you have chosen to respond in person but special thanks to Hannah and Diz who took the time to vote on the blog.  If you are confused about what the items are, just check the earlier posts for a full description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature Bracket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Rain (8 votes) beats Snowy Morning (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Breeze (10) beats Fall Drive/Leaves (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thus to get to the final four we have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Rain vs. Ocean Breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sports Bracket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Team Winning (9) beats Best Game Ever (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Moment (6) beats Game With Friends (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Four Matchup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Team Winning vs. Perfect Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School/Work Bracket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Hour Delay beats the piss (sorry Rachel) out of New Pencil (234 votes to 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Day of School/Work (7) beats Good Test (2 votes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Four Matchup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Hour Delay vs. Last Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Bracket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert Moment (6) beats Perfect Shopping (6) via tie breaker&lt;br /&gt;-tie breaker being my vote and Diz' passion for her vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Sleep (10) beats Amusement Park (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Four matchup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert Moment vs. More Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get  your votes in, every vote counts...some count more than others.  I will post the next round exactly when I feel like it and when I have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-1623238154557437196?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1623238154557437196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=1623238154557437196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1623238154557437196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1623238154557437196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/elite-sweeteight.html' title='Elite Sweet...Eight.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-8751967994999472875</id><published>2008-04-01T12:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:45:53.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetness Sixteen!!!</title><content type='html'>You thought it was gone?  How wrong you were.  Here are the results of the tens of responses I got for the sweetest thing ever.  Several of the responses were similar so they have been combined.  Here are the matchups, vote early and often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Nature Bracket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell in the air after a summer rain storm.&lt;br /&gt;vs.&lt;br /&gt;The sun shining off of the snow after an overnight storm...all is quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving through the country in the fall, windows down, music on, leaves changing.&lt;br /&gt;vs.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the ocean breeze in your super suite comfy beachfront hotel room, first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sports Bracket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing your best game ever, everything you did was great.&lt;br /&gt;vs.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite team winning it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment when you did one thing perfectly (crush golf/soft ball, dunk, motorbike jump etc.)&lt;br /&gt;vs.&lt;br /&gt;Playing your favorite sport with your friends and having a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School/Work Bracket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hour delay&lt;br /&gt;vs.&lt;br /&gt;Having a sharp, brand new pencil and clear paper and time to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing great on a test (whether you thought you'd done well or not).&lt;br /&gt;vs.&lt;br /&gt;The last day of school (or work before vacation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Sweet Thing Bracket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost in a concert moment, your favorite song, dancing, screaming, having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;vs.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping and finding exactly the right size...on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in the middle of the night and realizing you have hours left to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;vs.&lt;br /&gt;Going to an amusement park on a sunny/perfect day (being next in line on a rollercoaster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take votes through the blog (worth 2 points) and via email/IM/text/person to person (worth 1 point).  Results to be posted later this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-8751967994999472875?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8751967994999472875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=8751967994999472875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8751967994999472875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8751967994999472875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweetness-sixteen.html' title='The Sweetness Sixteen!!!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-4537112019822656682</id><published>2008-03-17T01:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:17:03.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March Sweetness!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I was going to post on some serious topics.  The farce of Global Warming (yeah, it's a farce and I will post on it at some point), Barrack Hussein Obama's spiritual mentor being a racist hate monger&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/This%20covers%20the%20basics..."&gt;http://www.newsmax.com/kessler/Obama_Church_Racism/2008/01/07/62285.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;John McCain being 40% of the candidate I'd vote for (still leading by the way...sigh), the government aided/caused financial crisis are all topics I thought of perusing.  As it is, a more lighthearted topic arose.&lt;br /&gt; With the brackets for the NCAA tournament being revealed today and Pitt being predicted to win it all by Bobby Knight (read: "Hey Indiana, I used to be your coach, hire Jamie Dixon" out of that prediction) I had a fun, senseless, idea.  Why not have the ultimate bracket of sweet things.  No, not like Swedish fish dipped in corn syrup and rolled in pixie stix sweet, but sweet as in, "Dude, that is so sweeeeeet."&lt;br /&gt; For example, it is so sweet when you hit a golf ball (or softball) so hard and perfect that you barely even feel it and it just flies.  Another would be sleeping in on a chillyrainy day with the windows open while under many covers.  A third would be when you think you really have to poop but when you sit on the toilet you let out a high near whistle "toot" that last for 10 glorious seconds.&lt;br /&gt; So, I will compile a list of the first 65 things people suggest as the sweetest things.  I will then reveal them and we will go over and eliminate them until we have the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt; Here are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;         1.  No entries related to God/Faith/Ministry.  This would be unfair and make the rest of the entries trivial when the point is that they are all somewhat trivial.&lt;br /&gt;         2.  Nothing x rated...'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;         3.  Nothing mean spirited.  I deem what is mean (and I know mean).&lt;br /&gt;4.  All entries must be submitted before Wednesday at 11:59 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;         5.  The top 65 will be revealed on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here we go.  I will take entries in person but will give special consideration to any entered through a comment to this page.  By the way, the examples mentioned are already in the tourney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-please do not wager on whether or not I will actually follow through on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-4537112019822656682?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4537112019822656682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=4537112019822656682' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/4537112019822656682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/4537112019822656682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-sweetness.html' title='March Sweetness!!!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-4181886082520804730</id><published>2008-03-02T15:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:24:57.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HONK!!!</title><content type='html'>How many of you, you being people who drive with a modicum of responsibility, have had multiple people honk at you when you are driving?  Further, how many of you have actually had people yell out the window at you? &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Both have happened to me but I think that I have cornered the market on female yellers.  Once I was going the wrong way, knew it, and was going 5 miles an hour on a 3o ft. wide road, (the entrance/exit to Linton Jr. High just after they switched directions).  I stayed way to the right and crept up the ramp.  A lady came flying around the corner and screamed out her window (20 ft. away from me) "You son of a %itch!!!".  I had to stop the car I was laughing so much.  This was the only time I could have been considered in the wrong at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have had females yell out the window at me no less than 5 times.  I am committing right here on this blog to follow the next one (at a safe distance) no matter long it takes, and eventually asking them, "What's wrong?  Are you ok?  Why are you so angry?  Can I pray for you?  Who pooped in your Cheerios?  Did you vote for  John Kerry?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now, I put this in the same category as the, "I'm going to write a letter of complaint!" which never happens.  We all know I won't but it's nice to dream.  What scares me is that a guy who rolled through a stop sign honked at me the other day.  I knew he would so I turned and acted surprised while yelling "Heyyyyyyyyyy"  and waved out the window as if we were long lost friends.  He must be gruff with his friends as he gave me the finger.  Have I branched out to irrational male hate as well?  What could the spring hold for me as windows come down again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-4181886082520804730?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4181886082520804730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=4181886082520804730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/4181886082520804730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/4181886082520804730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/honk.html' title='HONK!!!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-8077383623767672181</id><published>2008-03-01T18:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:54:26.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring money down the drain...</title><content type='html'>Why do you suppose it is, that in this "green" world we live in, that there is no method to save all of the water that you waste while waiting for it to become hot?  Now, don't get me wrong.  I care about the environment but am far, far, far from being "green" or even caring (please stop back for my "Global Warming is a Crock of Endangered Polar Bear Crap" post).  My complaint is monetary.  You see, we here in Penn Hills used to save money on waste management by not managing it and pumping said waste directly into the river.  Well, the EPA rightfully found that to be egregious and fined us 1 billion dollars (or something like that, may as well have been).  For the past ten years rather than paying for it like we thought we were, we were just paying the interest.  So, next year,  our water costs $8.00 gallon (or something like that, I may be exaggerating by several 100%).  This leaves me wishing that I had a way of not pouring money down the drain, waiting for it to get hot.  And yet, none exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-8077383623767672181?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8077383623767672181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=8077383623767672181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8077383623767672181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/8077383623767672181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/pouring-money-down-drain.html' title='Pouring money down the drain...'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-9066192713202036774</id><published>2008-02-28T11:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:02:31.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MMA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those of you who know me, I'm sure you're shocked that I haven't posted yet on MMA.  Sweet news today.  EliteXC (partner of Showtime) announced that they have made a deal to partner with C freakin' BS to show 4 live shows on Saturday nights!!!  That's MMA on network tv boys and girls.  The IFL has been on MyTV or whatever network that is but so have I, I believe.  Tell me, how much boxing do you see on live network tv during primetime?  Oh yeah, there's none.  Why?  Because boxing is poop (this is objective) compared to MMA!  Further, for more details, check out &lt;a href="http://mmajunkie.com/"&gt;MMAJunkie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  The UFC announced today that they have signed on Bud Light as a primary sponsor.  This is monstrous news as well inasmuch that it gives even more legitimacy to MMA as a sport.  This will open the door for other companies to do business with the UFC and MMA in general.  Huge deal for the UFC and MMA.  Will all due respect though.....R.I.P. Mickee's.  &lt;a href="http://mmajunkie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-9066192713202036774?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/9066192713202036774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=9066192713202036774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/9066192713202036774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/9066192713202036774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/mma.html' title='MMA!!!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-1042351561818656556</id><published>2008-02-27T12:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:25:33.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoi!  I'm sad?</title><content type='html'>Myron Cope died today.  He was old, that's what old people do.  They die.  Yet I'm sad.  I am surprisingly sad.  I didn't love him.  He was fine.  I didn't not like him.  He was just Myron Cope.  Crazy, unintelligible, passionate, loyal, funny, remarkable, inventor of the "Terrible Towel", he was many things.  Why am I sad?&lt;br /&gt;   Part of me is sad for the simple fact that he became like a grandfather to Steelers fans.  You know, that crazy old man that you don't quite get but you love him.  As he got older you got more nervous anytime he talked for fear of him saying something just ridiculous.  You cared about his stories about the old times but not enough to really listen.  You felt bad about that but not enough to listen more the next time.  Now, he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;   Another part of me is sad because he represents something that is missing in today's world.  The strong man.  Now, he could barely lift three pirogi to his mouth in his prime let alone as he got older but I mean strong in different way.  He was old school, he was who he was.  You didn't like it?  Pound salt.  He called any woman he worked with "girlie" no matter what their age.  Sexist?  Sure.  Did he do with it with mal-intent?  No.  He drank.  Too much?  Sometimes.  Did he hide it or go to therapy?  No.  He was old school.  I heard today that he could dance.  At weddings he would dance every dance with either his wife or any other woman there.  The women would line up to dance with him.  Why?  Because he was old school and knew how to lead a woman (even if he only came up to their shoulders).   Very few younger people know that he was originally a sports writer, a very accomplished sports writer.  Only after years of writing did he begin to do broadcasting.  He wrote nothing like he spoke.  They were two different mediums to him.  Why?  Because he was old school.&lt;br /&gt;   Lastly, I wonder if I'm sad because it's another bit of my youth, slipping away (well, gone).  It's in the back of your head when you get older..."when will I be old?".  This doesn't help.  Now, I don't really care, at least I think I don't.  But maybe it is why I'm sad.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;   If you read this and have thought, "huh, I didn't ever really think about that crazy old Myron Cope before...what a shame."  Then seek out and listen to Beano Cook.  He is a grumpy old man who knows everything about football (especially college) and (because he is old school) politics, history and life.  Further, if you have that old man in your life, listen to him for just a few minutes, he may just say something remarkable.  He may offend you or go off in a rant about walnuts or something, but he may just teach you something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-1042351561818656556?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1042351561818656556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=1042351561818656556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1042351561818656556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1042351561818656556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/yoi-im-sad.html' title='Yoi!  I&apos;m sad?'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-1951455566983061485</id><published>2008-02-25T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:08:21.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Christians....</title><content type='html'>I really wish there was an outlet to hear about people coming to know Christ.  I believe each story is a miracle.  Further, I believe that Christians who are stuck in their pews would have a much better chance of reaching out to others if they did in fact see that people could come to know Christ.  Imagine the stories you would hear and the hope that they would give you for loved ones or people you are trying to love with the Gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;    I have many of those stories stocked up after 11 years in ministry.  I tell each of them from time to time.  I think I will talk of them more often.  Big Bill anyone?  Jim Bradley?  What about a little early "BVon"?  Let me walk you through a guy I like to call, "Chris Gongaware".  But wait, you don't know about Maura O'Donnel?  You've never heard of Chris (ok, I forget his last name), Jenn Bergman, and the weird chick from Gateway?  What about my boy that we got out of Shuman to go to camp?  He had to paint every morning as community service. &lt;br /&gt;    The stories are many.  Yet each of you who believe are a miracle as well (very often not as funny but a miracle).  Start by telling your story.  No, not all of the details of your sin.  Just let people know how much the Lord means to you by living for Him today.  Love someone, love them until they ask you why you care.  Then, tell them how Christ loved you first, and loves them too.  It's not hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-1951455566983061485?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1951455566983061485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=1951455566983061485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1951455566983061485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/1951455566983061485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-christians.html' title='New Christians....'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-7936895040584457907</id><published>2008-02-20T16:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:58:49.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Energy Crisis"  Cost of oil goes to 1 billion dollars a barrel...or whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idiocy:&lt;/span&gt; We are dependent on foreign oil.  That's bad.  We buy oil from countries that will do us harm.  That's bad.  They use the money to fund terrorism.  That's bad.   To stabilize these hostile regions of the world we send troops in harm way.  That's bad.  In order to do that we are fighting two wars in the middle east or one war on two fronts.  That's bad.  This costs tons of money and weakens our economy.  That's bad.  So what are we do?  We don't have any oil  here...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Truth:&lt;/span&gt;  We do have oil...tons...literally.  In Alaska, we have enough oil to supplant 15 years of foreign oil.  Off of the Gulf Coast we have even more.  Look west and you'll find oil off of that coast as well.  So what's the problem?  Oh, it will harm the environment if we drill there?  Hmmm, so will a nuclear attack from the middle east.  And yet, there is no proof that it will harm the environment.  Drilling is currently going on off of the Gulf anyway, but not by us.  They stay in International waters and drill at an angle toward the coast...nice.  But WE can't!  Why?  Because of politics.  The environmental lobby groups pound Capitol Hill into submission (because they are weak...like the Ukraine) and they acquiesce (I spelled that correctly on the fist try).    We haven't even built an oil refinery in over 30 years due to government regulations.  Dumb.  Yeah, you'll get that kind of sharp linguistic jujitsu here.  I say it again, dumb.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Common Sense&lt;/span&gt;:  I'm all for the environment...just not for environmental anti capitalist pro socialist front groups.  Let's drill, aggressively.  While we drill, we build nuclear plants.  Yes, that nuclear energy that was so dangerous and forgotten about in the 90's that has yet to ever cause loss of life here in the United States (Chernobyl was outdated, under and mismanaged and not possible here).   Create huge incentives for research into new fuel technologies by freeing the tax burden on companies that fund said research (in other words, get the government out of the way of companies that want to create).  Ahhhhhhhhh, that feels good.  I fixed our foreign oil problem all the while taking a break to help Rachel and the kids make whole grain applesauce muffins (with flaxseed meal, be very afraid).&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Another Thing: &lt;/span&gt;Do not talk to me about ethanol.  Our present love affair with corn as fuel is as befuddling as young girls looking up to Paris Hilton.  Food prices are through the roof due to government incentives to raise corn for fuel, leaving less for consumption.  We have less to feed the world (which we do more than you'd ever realize), less for us at home, and less space (and farmers willing) to grow other crops.  Beyond that, it actually has a larger carbon footprint (I can't believe I used that term) than fossil fuels because of the energy it takes to create and that it has to be delivered by truck instead of pipelines (too caustic).    Harrumph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-7936895040584457907?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7936895040584457907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=7936895040584457907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/7936895040584457907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/7936895040584457907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/energy-crisis-cost-of-oil-goes-to-1.html' title='&quot;Energy Crisis&quot;  Cost of oil goes to 1 billion dollars a barrel...or whatever.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000126026144085446.post-7001105935275528677</id><published>2008-02-20T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:35:31.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>As I sit here, listening to the coffee perculate, percalate, perkalate, make noise, I find a similarity in my head.   Something is brewing, steaming even.  I hear things, read things, see things and can't believe what I encounter.  Someone needs to scream out and tell the truth on behalf of common sense.  Allow me to rephrase, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; need to speak out.  I want it on the record somewhere and here it will be.  Now, this won't be all heavy political, faith, parenting type stuff.  There will be plenty of material for the douche bag as well.  So, please, check back and comment on what you read, especially if you disagree.  There is still free speech after all....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000126026144085446-7001105935275528677?l=jaymitlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7001105935275528677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000126026144085446&amp;postID=7001105935275528677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/7001105935275528677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000126026144085446/posts/default/7001105935275528677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymitlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063951890481230587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWAjjuQj-zY/SeIS2CZQn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/u4SYsdF-Su0/S220/rich+franklin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
