<?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-6692021</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:51:45.578+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul and Becky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-3679387947674501877</id><published>2007-02-21T02:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:23:11.422+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa can stand up on her own!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/RdsuCs3AyMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vlz-PtpSAnw/s1600-h/IMG_4385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/RdsuCs3AyMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vlz-PtpSAnw/s200/IMG_4385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033667632453175490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She can't stand up for long by herself, but she is doing it by herself. She will crawl over to about three feet infront of us, stop and then stand up for a few moments then sit back down and smile at us. I have to admit... it's really exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-3679387947674501877?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/3679387947674501877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=3679387947674501877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/3679387947674501877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/3679387947674501877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2007/02/lisa-can-stand-up-on-her-own.html' title='Lisa can stand up on her own!'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/RdsuCs3AyMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vlz-PtpSAnw/s72-c/IMG_4385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-4004093204838466745</id><published>2007-02-12T02:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T06:32:13.532+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa gets into something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/Rc9VaTYf5dI/AAAAAAAAACY/wTSGl28pVfA/s1600-h/IMG_4361a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/Rc9VaTYf5dI/AAAAAAAAACY/wTSGl28pVfA/s320/IMG_4361a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030333219164120530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Lisa gets quiet we know something she is getting into something. Becky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paniced&lt;/span&gt; for a moment when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt; was not in her room, but quickly notice little feet sticking out of this bag. Lisa had crawled in and fallen asleep. Becky woke her up when she took her out of the bag. Here you can see she is really happy about being put back into the bag. Well I guess she really did get into something this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-4004093204838466745?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/4004093204838466745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=4004093204838466745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/4004093204838466745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/4004093204838466745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2007/02/lisa-gets-into-something.html' title='Lisa gets into something'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/Rc9VaTYf5dI/AAAAAAAAACY/wTSGl28pVfA/s72-c/IMG_4361a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-116919884527835004</id><published>2007-01-19T18:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T05:03:29.467+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/RczTxzYf5XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJsC5LNSBrs/s1600-h/Lisa+in+her+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/RczTxzYf5XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJsC5LNSBrs/s320/Lisa+in+her+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029627736426014066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisa has her own room in our new apartment. One of her favorite things to do is crawl into her room and shut the door. It's really amusing to hear her giggle of delight as the door thumps shut, transform into desperate cries of axiety as she realizes she can't open the door up again. To make matters worse, she positions herself behind the door, and takes her frustration out on the door with a good head butt! She also struggles to keep the door closed while Becky and I try to let her out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-116919884527835004?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/116919884527835004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=116919884527835004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/116919884527835004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/116919884527835004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2007/01/picture-of-lisa.html' title='Picture of Lisa'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/RczTxzYf5XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hJsC5LNSBrs/s72-c/Lisa+in+her+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-111718527765574776</id><published>2005-05-27T18:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T18:14:37.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Hi, ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;That was a great joke. I have something to share even though it's not
really a joke it really happened to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;As you know the end of the school year is coming. I decided it was
time to get rid of the prizes in my prize box. Quickly the children
snapped up the best prizes, the toys and puzzles. All that was left
were a few stickers and a postcard. I asked the students if any they
wanted the stickers and they were taken immediatly by one student. I
asked if anyone wanted the post card and all of the students hands
shot into the air. Sean asked "What is a post card, Teacher?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I explained that it was for writing a short note and showed the place
where the address would go and the letter part. As soon as this was
explained each hand lowered acompanied by a groan except Sean who
exclaimed "Me Teacher, I want that!" and the post card was handed over
to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I had forgotten about the postcard until a few days later when I
noticed it sitting on my desk. I figured Sean had realized it was not
such a great prize and returned it to me. I used it to mark the book I
was reading. Several days later when I opened the book and pulled the
post card out I saw that there was a note on it addressed to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The note read, "Thank you Teacher" and was signed by Sean. I was
stunned and at that point recalled Sean asking me how to spell my name
a couple of days before. Not one other student had said anything, and
honeslty I had not expected them too. But Sean had seen this special
opportunity in a post card no one wanted and made it into a treasure I
will keep for a very long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-111718527765574776?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/111718527765574776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=111718527765574776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/111718527765574776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/111718527765574776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2005/05/post-card.html' title='The Post Card'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-3086297393166103909</id><published>2005-02-10T06:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T06:21:21.574+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/Rczk2jYf5aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2Fq0h-DROes/s1600-h/Family+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/Rczk2jYf5aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2Fq0h-DROes/s200/Family+Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029646509728064930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-3086297393166103909?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/3086297393166103909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=3086297393166103909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/3086297393166103909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/3086297393166103909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpAjiKlERH8/Rczk2jYf5aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2Fq0h-DROes/s72-c/Family+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-109346566121494218</id><published>2004-08-26T05:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T05:27:41.216+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What is in a name</title><content type='html'>	&lt;p/&gt;The kitchen table that I grew up eating at is still in my mother's house. My family of six could hardly fit at it now and it was replaced years ago with a much nicer and larger table. Why on earth would my mother be keeping it?
	&lt;p/&gt;As I looked out the kitchen window I could see my sister playing on the tire swing my father and I had hung from the large oak tree in our backyard together. I considered the tire swing mine since I had helped build it from a do-it-yourself toy book that was also mine. Beyond all the work I had put into it the swings on the swing set my grandfather had bought me many years ago had been replaced with a porch swing that only my sister ever used. That was hers.
	&lt;p/&gt;None the less as I looked out the window there she was on my swing, sticking her tongue out at me. She knew it was mine, but what could I do... I was stuck at the kitchen table doing extra curricular school work and the rules were simple. I could not go outside until it was done. I turned my attention away from my villainous claim-jumping sister back to my school work.
	&lt;p/&gt;My pencil was one of those yellow types with the red eraser stuck at one end. A metal band holds the eraser in place under normal use, but if you give it a good tug with your teeth it comes right out. I was further amazed that I could bend the metal band with my bare hands. Once the band was bent the eraser did not go back into place and the pencils erasing end was ruined for all naturally intended purposes.
	&lt;p/&gt;It was not long before I realized that the rather sharp band could be used to carve out the lacquer on the table. First just a small spot, then a long line. After taking out one more straight line I was ready to venture into advanced technique. I slowly carved my nick name into the table's lacquer. I sat back and admired my name before realizing this was not actually going to be admired by my mother.
	&lt;p/&gt;Well obviously I was wrong, my mother has admired it these many years and the last time I saw the table it was the center piece in a special reading area in their home. The table still has my name carved into it. A table cloth could cover it but my mother is not ashamed of my work and has taken pride in telling my friends and most recently my wife about the name carved into the table. A simple layer of varnish would wash the blemish away, but my mother would never destroy such a valuable piece of artwork.
	&lt;p/&gt;Worst of all I grew out of my nickname many years ago and don't particular care to hear it now. But thanks to my artwork, I will never forget my nickname used to be... Well I wont say, but I bet my mother would be happy to let you see the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-109346566121494218?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/109346566121494218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=109346566121494218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/109346566121494218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/109346566121494218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-is-in-name.html' title='What is in a name'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-109307162001279115</id><published>2004-08-21T15:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T16:01:32.240+09:00</updated><title type='text'>On a roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;P/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can barely remember anything about the state I was born in. What I do remember was from vacations that my mother and father took to visit friends. The following is an embellished memory of one of these trips.
&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p/&gt;My younger brother was still not old enough to walk and was still in a carriage. It seems that we were staying in a three story house that was within walking distance of a park. The park as I recall had fountains that children were allowed to play in. My father, mother, sister and I set out with my little brother in the carriage. The park was at the top of a hill and my mother made me push my little brother's carriage to the top of the hill. When I saw other children playing in the fountains I lost all interest in pushing my little brother's carriage any further. I don't think I pushed it down the hill, I simply let the carriage go and it rolled happily down the hill with my father drawn behind it by some mysterious force five year old boys enchanted by water fountains don't understand.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-109307162001279115?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/109307162001279115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=109307162001279115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/109307162001279115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/109307162001279115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/08/on-roll.html' title='On a roll'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-109034335848376266</id><published>2004-07-21T02:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T02:14:10.050+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Frye and "I Do"</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.our.homewithgod.com/brucefryeministries/"&gt;Bruce Frye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;who wrote the song "I Do" then this link is for you. Hopefully this will put him in&amp;nbsp;the results&amp;nbsp;for a query at Google for "&lt;a href="http://www.our.homewithgod.com/brucefryeministries/"&gt;Bruce Frye&lt;/a&gt;"&amp;nbsp;and "I Do"&lt;br /&gt;
I will do another seach in a few days and find out what happens.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-109034335848376266?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/109034335848376266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=109034335848376266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/109034335848376266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/109034335848376266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/07/bruce-frye-and-i-do.html' title='Bruce Frye and &quot;I Do&quot;'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108767387866939884</id><published>2004-06-20T04:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T04:37:58.670+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My sister and I were not allowed to go downstairs until a certain time Saturday mornings. I have forgotten but I think the time was 6am. The saturday morning rule was that whoever turned the TV on got to pick the first show. Every Saturday morning we would both be awake by 4am. We would sit at the top of the stairs try to distract each other from the clock. When it was finally six, we would make an all out rush for the TV. My sister was so aggressive that she rolled me down the stairs a few times trying to be first.
&lt;p&gt;Truthfully I never wanted to be first. I only wanted her to believe that I wanted to be first. If she went first it meant that it would be my turn to pick when all of my favorite shows came on, and the only show that came on at the time we were allowed to turn the TV on was the one she had to pick and my favorite.
&lt;p&gt; I had a game called 'The Dark Tower' which I used once to distract my sister from the time. I have forgotten the game except that there was an electronic black tower. Anyway, I set the game up in a way that forced my sister to sit with her back to the clock. Because I was watching the clock, I played so poorly that my sister won two games and was about to win a third when the time came to go downstairs. I was almost at the bottom of the stairs before she realized what was going on.
&lt;p&gt;When she finally got to the TV she looked at me and asked "What's wrong, why didn't you turn the TV on?"
&lt;p&gt;I had to think fast and the only thing I could come up with was, "I feel bad because I tricked you. You can pick the first show"
&lt;p&gt;Triumphantly, she immediately clicked on the TV and started to flip through the channels. She started to realize there was only one show on and said I could pick first if I wanted.
&lt;p&gt;"oh no," I said "You turned it on, you pick" and from that day on the rule became, Whoever turns the TV on HAS to pick the first show.
&lt;p&gt;The next week she did not even get out of bed. I woke her up when it was time to go down. We both stood in front of the TV arguing about which one was going to turn it on. We argued until 7 when the second show would normally start. At that point I turned the TV on and picked my favorite show.
(I will revise this later.)
&lt;p&gt;Whenever I think about saturday morning cartoons, the things I remeber most are that 11 my dad would make his only pick which was loony toons.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108767387866939884?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108767387866939884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108767387866939884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108767387866939884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108767387866939884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/06/saturday-morning-cartoons.html' title='Saturday Morning Cartoons'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108766743737224632</id><published>2004-06-20T02:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T02:55:26.660+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I pledge my what?</title><content type='html'>I am christian. I don't care if the phrase 'under God' is a part of the pedge or not. As a child I never really wondered about what under God might mean in the pledge, but why I was being forced to recite the same stupid pledge over and over again. If reciting the words 'under God' is a violation of religous freedom, then so is the whole dumb ritual. Where is the movement to stop the brainwashing of children whose parents aren't willing to do whatever it takes to protect them from the state.
&lt;br/&gt;Please see &lt;a href="http://www.calicocat.com/2004/06/school-vouchers-vs-pledge-of.html"&gt;The Calico Cat&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108766743737224632?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108766743737224632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108766743737224632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108766743737224632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108766743737224632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-pledge-my-what.html' title='I pledge my what?'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108704688214748150</id><published>2004-06-12T22:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T22:28:02.146+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences of living in Korea versus the United States</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was suggested by someone that I should point out some of the
ways that living in Korea is different than living in the United
States. Here are a few things that I recognize right away.

&lt;p&gt;First fast food here is much different than that in the US. Korea
has McDonalds with the Big Mac and Burger King still has the Whopper,
that's not what I am talking about. The difference is that here in
Korea, fast food really is fast.

&lt;p&gt;In the states if the que at Burger King had three people in it, I
knew that I could count on at least 5 minutes before I would be able
to place my order. After that it could be as long as ten minutes
before my product is thrown carelessly together and dumpped on a tray.
If there is more than five people I just leave the restruant.

&lt;p&gt;At almost any fast food franchise in the states you must specify
that you want the product to be made fresh if that's the way you want
it. I know that's not what thier operations manuals say, but if you
have eaten at any of these establishments you know it's not what the
book says but what the staff does that matters. If you want fresh
product, asking for it that way increases your chances even if it's
not by much.

&lt;p&gt;In Korea it is much different. At Burger King at Coex Mall for
instance I have seen more than 40 people in the que but was so
desperate for some american food I decided to wait the hour or more
that kind of line would mean in the states. With the language barrior
what it is I did not specify fresh, I was willing to take whatever
ended up on my tray. Not even five minutes after entering the que a
Whopper with Cheese was carefully presented neatly placed on a tray
with french fries, drink and two napkins.

&lt;p&gt;The cashier had been polite, I am not sure what she said but I
doubt it was the Korean version of "What do you want." because she did
not seem sassy at all. I got the sincere feeling that these people
wanted me to be in thier store. As a matter two of the people who were
cleaning the dinning room had both taken a moment to welcome us to the
store.

&lt;p&gt;One problem we did have is that the typical american restraunt has
an abandoned dining room. That's not the case with the Korean version.
But we only waited about a minute before one of the people cleaning
the tables led us to a spot that was going to be empty and cleaned it
off for us.

&lt;p&gt;Now the big kicker, the food was hot, fresh and made exactly like a
by the book Whopper should be. The french fries were right out of the
fryers and perfectly salted. The coke even tasted better and I don't
even like Coke. I was amazed by this one occurance but what is even
more amazing is that every time I eat at Burger King I get exactly the
same outstanding service, the sandwhichs are alway hot and fresh, made
by the book and as I said the food is Fast.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108704688214748150?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108704688214748150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108704688214748150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108704688214748150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108704688214748150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/06/differences-of-living-in-korea-versus.html' title='Differences of living in Korea versus the United States'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108698676903944605</id><published>2004-06-12T05:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T05:46:09.040+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kang's Kid's Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Becky and I have been trying to get a lot of children intrested in Children's Club at Kang's Language School. Each week we prepare a short bible story and I perform a magic trick. There is also a lot of songs and we are going to start playing games. I hope to start having a bible drill with the children soon.
&lt;p&gt;We are going to take the camera with us so that we can post some pictures online at &lt;a href="http://kimchi325.buzznet.com"&gt;my Photo Log&lt;/a&gt; The children love to have their picture taken and hopefully we can use the pictures for publicity. Be sure to check out the pictures and keep the Children's Club in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108698676903944605?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108698676903944605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108698676903944605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108698676903944605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108698676903944605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/06/kangs-kids-club.html' title='Kang&apos;s Kid&apos;s Club'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108672681657034581</id><published>2004-06-09T05:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T05:33:36.570+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronald Regan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I learned that the man I considered America's greatest president has passed away. A president who believed that goverment was meant to serve the people and not the other way around. Ronald Regan made the world a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108672681657034581?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108672681657034581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108672681657034581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108672681657034581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108672681657034581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/06/ronald-regan.html' title='Ronald Regan'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108698770766675038</id><published>2004-06-05T22:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T03:41:57.790+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Kid's Night Over</title><content type='html'>We were overjoy to have seven children show up for our second Kid's Night Over (Parent's Night Off) this evening. First we hiked to the top of Bongwhasan. In addition to the wonderful forest we were able overlook our homes and could even see Shin-A-town in the distance.
&lt;p&gt;After the children played in the park until just before sundown when a minivan began releasing huge volumes of smoke in the area. We assume this was to help control mosquito's and not just for the entertainment of the dozens of children following the minivan around.
&lt;p&gt;We return to the apartment where we ordered pizza and had a short devotional whear each of the kids shared at least one thing that they were thankful for in the beautiful day that God has given us.
&lt;p&gt;We would like to thank Anelize and her boys who provided most of the money for Pizza and also brougt some other snacks.
&lt;p&gt;We watched a live action version of Pinochio and before we knew it the parents were picking thier children up. Becky and I had a spectacular time with the kids.
&lt;p&gt;Sadly this will probably be the last time we are able to host most of these children since most of them are moving to Thailand at the end of this month. These children and thier parents will be in our hearts and prayers. As for those who will remain in Korea are already making plans and looking forward to Kid's Night Over 3!
&lt;p&gt;Be sure to head over to &lt;a href="http://kimchi325.buzznet.com"&gt;my photo blog&lt;/a&gt; for a few pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108698770766675038?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108698770766675038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108698770766675038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108698770766675038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108698770766675038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/06/second-kids-night-over.html' title='Second Kid&apos;s Night Over'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108590758239685438</id><published>2004-05-30T17:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T04:48:19.036+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit From Mark and Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kimchi325.buzznet.com/?id=271937"&gt;&lt;img style='float:left;border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src="http://64.239.129.76/assets/users/kimchi325/default/synd-1085941474-msg-8642-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Our best friends, Mark and Lisa, visited this weekend. We watched the new movie, Troy, which was really not that great. We also saw Shrek 2 which was a very nice movie. We are glad that we got to spend some time with our friends and look forward to seeing them again soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108590758239685438?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108590758239685438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108590758239685438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108590758239685438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108590758239685438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/05/visit-from-mark-and-lisa.html' title='Visit From Mark and Lisa'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108447842572989422</id><published>2004-05-14T05:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T04:15:50.803+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/0/905/640/folkVilliage%20004.jpg'&gt; &lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' align=top src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/0/905/200/folkVilliage%20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A flower at the Folk Village
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108447842572989422?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108447842572989422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108447842572989422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108447842572989422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108447842572989422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/05/flower.html' title='A flower'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108441383592199622</id><published>2004-05-13T11:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T11:03:55.920+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Similar Schedules</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The school we worked for made many promises to us before we came to
Korea and almost all of them were forgotten once we were here. Among
them was a similar teaching schedule.

&lt;p&gt;Well finally Becky and I have a similar schedule this term. We are
rejoicing together because for a change we can be together during the
week. Unfortunatly, we have realized that one person we have tried so
hard to befriend... is lost in the process. We will pray that God will
work and help him get control of his life.

&lt;p&gt;We also pray that God will give us guidence in what we should do in
four months. Now that we have begun to rely on God as we should have
done from the start things are looking better for us. We realize that
the school we work for is one of the best hakwons in Korea, but the
weekend duties make it very hard for us to attend a church that shares
our beliefs.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108441383592199622?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108441383592199622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108441383592199622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/05/similar-schedules.html' title='Similar Schedules'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108436720850430653</id><published>2004-05-12T22:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:06:48.503+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttered Carrots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I really wanted butter carrots but finding canned carrots in Korea
seems really hard. Fresh carrots are all over the place so I began to
wonder, "What makes canned carrots soft and tender?" It turns out if
you slice them and boil them for ten minutes drain off the water and
pour a little melted butter and salt on them you have something that's
even better than the canned product. I bet Becky and I are going to be
eating a lot more soft and tender carrots now that I have figured this
one out.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108436720850430653?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108436720850430653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108436720850430653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/05/buttered-carrots.html' title='Buttered Carrots'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108434029550807747</id><published>2004-05-12T14:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:38:15.506+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The space race</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just read about an article where they have dedicated 27 square miles of land to a space vehicle competition. The top prize of 10 million dollars goes to the vehicle that travels 62 miles into space and then returns safely to earth and can repeat the trip in less than two weeks.
&lt;p&gt;I can just imagine the horror of a ship just exploding right there on the launch pad. Worse it travels 62 miles into space before plummeting back to earth. It's going to be a long time before I consider traveling in space. I honestly can't think of anything that I would like to see up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108434029550807747?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108434029550807747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108434029550807747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108434029550807747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108434029550807747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/05/space-race.html' title='The space race'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108432474111067788</id><published>2004-05-12T10:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T06:28:34.653+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Costco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Becky and I have trouble working together on anything but a trip to Costco made me feel really great today. A few times I had to stress that if Becky wanted anything she should get it, but over all she got everything that she wanted.
&lt;p&gt;The real surprise came when it was time to leave. Becky won't share an umbrella or hold my hand or just about anything else that causes a couple to have to work together. At costco we had to buy an extra bag and after we put everything into it that did not fit into our bags it was heavy. Becky took it and tried to  carry it herself but I insisted that I should carry it.
&lt;p&gt;The bag was extremely heavy and I set it down on the moving walkway as we headed to the exit. At this point I thought about the way that Koreans carry bags like this as a pair and asked becky to try picking up one handle. She did and the bag did not seem heavy at all anymore.
&lt;p&gt;Becky did not try to pull away or drop her end or make it difficult and we actually worked together at something for a change. It made me feel great that we were actually sharing something even if it was work. I am glad I went to Costco with Becky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108432474111067788?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108432474111067788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108432474111067788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108432474111067788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108432474111067788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/05/trip-to-costco.html' title='Trip to Costco'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108424158010613986</id><published>2004-05-11T11:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:31:53.900+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I started a Bible study last night. I asked Becky to study with me. She agreed. I really hope she sticks with it because even though I am more enthusiastic than she is about it I know that I will still need her support to stick with it.
&lt;p&gt;I have dedicated time to reading the bible and trying to learn
something from it every day for a few weeks now. Everyday I ask God to
give me wisdom in my marriage and seek his guidence in daily devotion.
Since I have started this I have realized that I really need Becky.
The truth is that we need each other very much.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108424158010613986?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108424158010613986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108424158010613986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/05/bible-study.html' title='Bible Study'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108381604317135449</id><published>2004-05-06T12:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T13:05:09.450+09:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Kid's Night is Annouced</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We are happy to announce that we will host another Kid's Night at our house on June 5th. Please let us know if you would like your child invited to our Kid's Night Over. &lt;em style="font-size: smaller"&gt;Please note: Instead of playing computer games we will visit a park early in the evening and then return to the apartment to watch a movie. Unfortunately our laptops can't handle the high end games we played last time. We would also like to ask that each child please bring about four thousand for a pizza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108381604317135449?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108381604317135449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108381604317135449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108381604317135449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108381604317135449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/05/2nd-kids-night-is-annouced.html' title='2nd Kid&apos;s Night is Annouced'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108380967078801049</id><published>2004-05-06T11:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T12:55:06.373+09:00</updated><title type='text'>John 1:1-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In the beginning the Word already existed. He was with God, and he was God. He was in the beginning with God. He created everything there is. Nothing exists that he didn't make. Life itself was in him, and this life gives light to everyone. The light shines through the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the beginning...&lt;/em&gt; This is when God Created the heavens and the earth. The Word already existed before this. The Word is refered to as He which implies the Word is a man. This man was with God, This man was God. He was with God in the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth. He is the creator of everything. He was alive and had what makes other people live. With this life comes light which will never expire

&lt;dl&gt;
&lt;dt&gt;Word (&lt;em style="font-size: smaller"&gt;Greek - Logos&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;dd&gt;A Greek philosopher named Heraclitus first used the term Logos around 600 B.C. to designate the divine reason or plan which coordinates a changing universe. This word was well suited to John's purpose in John 1.&lt;em style="font-size: smaller;float:right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/lex/grk/view.cgi?number=3056"&gt;Thayer and Smith. "Greek Lexicon entry for Logos". "The New Testament Greek Lexicon".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;
&lt;/dl&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Jesus Christ is the Word. Everyone who has the life Jesus offers has the light which that life gives. Those without life may see light, however those in darkness can not have life. The same with a light in a dark room. You can stand in a corner and see the light, but you are not actually in the light. Since all those with life have light, those in darkness can not possibly have life, and can not obtain life without obtaining light at the same time. Darkness then is death. The dead are in darkness, the darkness is an exclusion of light, light is given to those with life and life is Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108380967078801049?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108380967078801049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108380967078801049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108380967078801049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108380967078801049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/05/john-11-5.html' title='John 1:1-5'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108312347660478888</id><published>2004-04-28T12:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T12:42:11.343+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gmail</title><content type='html'>I just got invited into the Gmail beta program. It's great! What will I ever do with 1 gig of email storage! No support for html or rich format email though. Hope they give me that. If you want my email address leave a comment and I will send you a letter and add you to my contacts list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108312347660478888?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108312347660478888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108312347660478888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108312347660478888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108312347660478888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/04/gmail.html' title='Gmail'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108284907048939235</id><published>2004-04-25T08:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T08:31:20.936+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I downloaded python which includes a module called turtle. Many years ago I had an ADAM computer and one of the two programs that I had for it was Logo Turtle! Playing with this module really brought back some memories. I have a couple of scripts I wrote that I would like to share. Both are simple circle drawing. First head over to &lt;a href="http://www.python.org"&gt;www.python.org&lt;/a&gt; and get your free copy of Python.
&lt;P&gt;After you install it create this file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;
#file pdtTurtle.py
from Tkinter import *
import turtle

def DrawCircles(radius, turn):
    repeat = 360 / turn
    for i in range(repeat):
            turtle.circle(radius)
            turtle.left(turn)		
    turtle.up()
    turtle.forward(radius * 4)
    turtle.down()

class TurtlePower(Frame):

	def reset(self):
		turtle.reset()
		turtle.up()
		turtle.goto(-400,0)
		turtle.down()

	def say_hi(self):
		turtle.tracer(1)
		for x in range(3):
        		DrawCircles(100, (x+1) * 10)

	def createWidgets(self):
		self.QUIT = Button(self)
		self.QUIT["text"] = "QUIT"
		self.QUIT["fg"]   = "red"
		self.QUIT["command"] =  self.quit
		self.QUIT.pack({"side": "left"})

		self.RESET = Button(self)
		self.RESET["text"] = "reset"
		self.RESET["fg"]   = "yellow"
		self.RESET["bg"] = "blue"
		self.RESET["command"] =  self.reset
		self.RESET.pack({"side": "left"})

		self.hi_there = Button(self)
		self.hi_there["text"] = "Start",
		self.hi_there["command"] = self.say_hi

		self.hi_there.pack({"side": "left"})

	def __init__(self, master=None):
		turtle.reset()
		Frame.__init__(self, master)
		self.pack()
		self.createWidgets()

app = TurtlePower()
app.mainloop()
&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Run your script with this command:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;python pdtTurtle.py&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and click on start. You may want to maximize the screen first. The reset button move the curser to a good starting point, start draws a few circles. Have fun. Next time stop by for the color script.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108284907048939235?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108284907048939235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108284907048939235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108284907048939235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108284907048939235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/04/what-have-i-been-doing.html' title='What have I been doing?'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108250223515471259</id><published>2004-04-21T07:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:08:00.496+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily bible study by Heinrich Scheffer</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/heinrich_scheffer/"&gt;Heinrich Scheffer&lt;/a&gt; has started his own web page. He works very hard on it everyday and has recently added this &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/heinrich_scheffer/bible_club.html"&gt;daily bible study&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108250223515471259?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108250223515471259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108250223515471259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108250223515471259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108250223515471259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/04/daily-bible-study-by-heinrich-scheffer.html' title='Daily bible study by Heinrich Scheffer'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108169754345677131</id><published>2004-04-12T00:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:01:42.246+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent's Night Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Becky and I enjoy the time we get to spend alone. One of the former teachers at our school told us that once we had children it would be almost impossible to just simply spend time together. I began thinking about a parent's night off. Becky and I talked about it and thought it would be fun to invite the kids over for an evening. By inviting them over we would have fun with their kids, practice our parenting skills and give the parents some time to themselves.
&lt;P&gt;We decided on April 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; then talked to the parents from our school and invited the kids over. When the date finally arrived the children started to arrive around 5:30pm. Carlston was the first and brought a few videos. Next Ivan, Heinrich and Henry arrived with pizza money, some games and lot's of DVDs. We were set for a great time and said good bye to the parents.
&lt;P&gt;We played Yahoo games for a while, started a video and ordered pizza. After a while we started to play "Age of Empires II" which lasted for hours. The boys took turns playing each other. Before we knew it Carlston's father called to say he was coming to pick him up. Carlston left a while after 10:00pm.
&lt;P&gt;After Carlston left we watched a couple of DVDs and began dropping hints for Henry (the youngest) that it was bed time. After the second movie Ivan took Henry to the bedroom and it was just me and Heinrich left.
&lt;P&gt;Heinrich had challanged me to a head-to-head match of "Age of Empires II" so we play two or three games. After the first game I realized I could not beat him head to head so I collected the relics and buckled down my stronghold. Heinrich is very good player and I look forward to playing him again.
&lt;P&gt;Finally Heinrich and I looked at a few of my web pages and he started his own web page. At around 5am we both were tired and went to bed. The boy's mom called us at around 10 am and told us we could not keep them so I woke them up and sent them home. The cutest thing was when I went into the three boys room, Henry was laying at the foot of the bed awake waiting for his brothers to get up. Henry is really a lot of fun and full of energy.
&lt;P&gt;Well that was the first parents night off and we had tons of fun. We would like to thank the parents for lending us their children for the night. We hope to do it again as soon as possible. Be sure to check the pictures out at &lt;a href="http://kimchi325.buzznet.com"&gt;buzznet.com&lt;/a&gt;. There are a few pictures taken by Henry who is four years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108169754345677131?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108169754345677131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108169754345677131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108169754345677131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108169754345677131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/04/parents-night-off.html' title='Parent&apos;s Night Off'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108158447471509118</id><published>2004-04-10T17:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T17:11:45.436+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Nice Music</title><content type='html'>I really admire &lt;a href="http://www.altavista.com/audio/default"&gt;AltaVista.com&lt;/a&gt; as a tool for searching for intresting music. Today I searched for "&lt;a href="http://www.altavista.com/audio/results?q=stinky&amp;maf=mp3&amp;mad=all&amp;mas=all"&gt;stinky&lt;/a&gt;" and found &lt;a href="http://www.christilton.com/"&gt;Chris Tilton's Webpage&lt;/a&gt;. I must have downloaded at least 2 CDs of really awesome music. The Muppets Party curise is my favorite. I am surprised he does not have a donation link since his music is obviously professional quality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108158447471509118?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108158447471509118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108158447471509118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108158447471509118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108158447471509118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/04/some-nice-music.html' title='Some Nice Music'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108127708082532210</id><published>2004-04-07T03:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T05:39:47.436+09:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing I Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;From my apartment window I can see hundreds of other apartments. In the space between the buildings I can see a mountain but that never changes. The city lights hide any stars from sight and stars are not that impressive anyway. The apartments are much more intresting.
&lt;p&gt;While I work quietly into the night on my computer, I see from the corner of my eye the lights in a distant apartment go off. I am sitting in the dark now, maybe the owner of that dark apartment is working silently in the dark, just as I am. Most of the apartments are dark.
&lt;p&gt;At this very moment, how many others are working silently in thier own apartment. Maybe they are asleep or the apartments are just vacant. My Apartment does not have curtains. Are they watching me? Perhaps I am more comfortable working in the dark because my apartment does not have curtains hanging in the window. Maybe darkness is my curtain hiding me from the those who saw my lights go out and began to wonder what I must be doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108127708082532210?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108127708082532210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108127708082532210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108127708082532210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108127708082532210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/04/one-thing-i-wonder.html' title='One Thing I Wonder'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108102336364819324</id><published>2004-04-04T05:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T05:19:45.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Itaewon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today Becky and I went to Itaewon. Itaewon is a special tourist zone in seoul visited by many foreigners. There are western resturants like Slotsky's Deli, Subway and Outback steakhouse. McDonalds, Pizza Hut and Burger king also have resturants at Itaewon but these are not as uncommon in Korea as the others. Other attractions include recognizable american/western name brand shoe stores, rapping musician want-to-be style american clothing and dozens of tailors who can custom make a suit for you in just a few days.
&lt;p&gt;We found the elusive 'red door' a legendary food market specializing in american imported food products. We were not disappointed with the selection. She had refigerator full of cheese, german meats, lunchmeat, creamer and more. Her shelves had nearly ever imaginable comfort of home type food you can imagine. She even had peeps, the sugar coated marshmallow easter candy.
&lt;P&gt;A few doors down we found another imported foods market with many of the products as the 'red door' as well as a few we had not seen before. Both stores are very expensive, but both have a few products you can't get around just any corner.
&lt;p&gt;Next we walked down the main street in Itaewon. As you can see from the photos at &lt;a href="http://kimchi325.buzznet.com"&gt;Buzznet.com&lt;/a&gt; there are lots of artwork and cultural product dealers lining the streets. I really was drawn to the masks and today we spoted a man who makes fountains. They are amazing fountains and we hope to buy one whenever we can afford it. They are considerable inexpensive.
&lt;P&gt;Itaewon is easy to find right in the middle of line six on seoul's subway system. It is definately a great place to visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108102336364819324?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108102336364819324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108102336364819324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108102336364819324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108102336364819324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/04/itaewon.html' title='Itaewon'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108091361652674339</id><published>2004-04-02T22:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T00:51:31.233+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure in Barbering</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I was young my mother cut my hair. She used a comb that really hurt when she pulled my hair with it. Once she nicked my ear with the scissors and I bled all over the place. After that my father took me to the City Barbershop. Now I realize how much my parents must have been saving by cutting my hair at home.
&lt;p&gt;When I first moved to Winston-Salem I could get my hair cut for two dollars at the barber college and eight years later it was four bucks. This was not much compared to the twelve dollars that the barber shops wanted buy I still felt it was a lot to spend. Now in Korea it's about seven dollars. 
&lt;p&gt;I have asked my wife to cut my hair several times and she has not wanted to do it. After prodding her all day and pointing out we would save enough to buy a meal at her favorite restruant she surprised me when she reluctantly agreed. She asked what I wanted and I said, "Just don't cut my ear off."
&lt;p&gt;Well she tried to quit a few times, cut herself once and cut off a whole lot of hair. My hair looks pretty good and I still have both ears so I got more than I even asked for. Of course she says she is absolutely never going to try again.
&lt;P&gt;Pictures are posted at &lt;a href="http://kimchi325.buzznet.com"&gt;buzznet&lt;/a&gt;. Leave comments and let her know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108091361652674339?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108091361652674339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108091361652674339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108091361652674339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108091361652674339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/04/adventure-in-barbering.html' title='Adventure in Barbering'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108075492314624861</id><published>2004-04-01T02:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T04:48:17.606+09:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apocalypse Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;David looked into the sky. Only a single cloud could be seen on the otherwise clear day. From the hill he was laying on he could not see the sun, but it was still early in the morning. He watched the cloud drift slowly across the perfectly blue sky. There was something strange about the cloud.
&lt;p&gt;As the cloud moved quietly across calm morning sky it did not change shape as clouds are constantly doing. Just as David realized this the cloud did change shape, but in a curious almost deliberate way. A small wisp of the cloud broke away from the main part and seemed to vaguely resemble a human face. 
&lt;p&gt;As David picked out features of the face it became more elaborate. Soon it was as clear as if it had been carved in stone. The color of the grey cloud also reminded David of the Greek stonework he had seen in literature. David was struck with fear, reverence and respect all at once.
&lt;p&gt;He knew at once this was God and the rapture of the church was upon him. At that moment dazzling flashes of light fell from the cloud and extraordinary music began to play from no where. David listened carefully for the sound of a horn but did not hear one. The music was very joyful and sounded like the kind of music that would precede the entrance of a king.
&lt;p&gt;A bridge began to extend from the cloud to the earth. The bridge was the same color as the cloud but looked like intricately carved wood and radiated light from it's self. David still did not hear a horn but began to move toward the bridge and get ready for departure from this world.
&lt;p&gt;Joy and peace overcame David and suddenly a great light came from everywhere at once. He heard a voice thundering that was not loud to him, but he knew that every man, woman and child could hear it. The voice proclaimed the end of the world and the beginning of the new heaven and earth.
&lt;p&gt;The light washed over David filling him with warmth. He woke up at this point and did not remember anything of his dream until several days later when something triggered his memory of the dream.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108075492314624861?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108075492314624861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108075492314624861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108075492314624861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108075492314624861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/04/apocalypse-dream.html' title='An Apocalypse Dream'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108068248998863640</id><published>2004-03-31T06:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T05:46:35.326+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to go to the bank</title><content type='html'>Today is March 31 and I need to send our money home or some of our bills may not get paid on time. I really enjoy sleeping late and hanging around the house so it's so easy to procrastinate the trip to the bank to tranfer the money. Well I am going to bed now and I will thinka bout it in a few hours when I wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108068248998863640?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108068248998863640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108068248998863640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108068248998863640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108068248998863640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-need-to-go-to-bank.html' title='I need to go to the bank'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108059290690049282</id><published>2004-03-30T05:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T05:47:07.216+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I just started a PhotoBlog too</title><content type='html'>I just started a &lt;a href="http://kimchi325.buzznet.com"&gt;Photo Blog&lt;/a&gt;. Please take a look at it and leave comments. It only allows ten photos a day to be uploaded at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108059290690049282?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108059290690049282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108059290690049282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108059290690049282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108059290690049282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-just-started-photoblog-too.html' title='I just started a PhotoBlog too'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108058277292071211</id><published>2004-03-30T02:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T05:47:27.310+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my first post.</title><content type='html'>Thanks for being intrested in my Blog. I really have no idea what I will post here. Maybe I will post pictures of my wife becky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108058277292071211?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108058277292071211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108058277292071211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108058277292071211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108058277292071211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2004/03/this-is-my-first-post.html' title='This is my first post.'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692021.post-108195938094053778</id><published>2001-09-11T14:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T01:32:15.700+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What I was doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;If you talk to anyone who was old enough to remember they can tell you exactly what they were doing on November 22, 1963.
&lt;p&gt;This morning on the way to work I stopped at the BB&amp;T in the same parking lot as my the store where I sold computers. Friday I had made a deposit and payment to my credit card. The teller was lazy and jst deposited the entire amount in my checking account. Monday I went have the problem fixed since I had not been able to use my credit card that weekend. On Monday the idiot with a desk said she took care of it and paid the entire balance on my credit card from my checking resulting in a 5$ fee for an overdraft. I realized what that moron had done Wednesday and was there at 9am when the bank opened the next morning.
&lt;P&gt;I was waiting to talk to her and very angry that she was busy getting coffe instead of helping me. I noticed something on the news about a plane crash. I sat down and explained what was wrong and she relized that she had not charged me a consulting fee on monday. I was enraged that this branch had made the mistake on friday and now I had to pay a consulting fee for it. She also pointed out that she was going to charge me for talking to her today too.
&lt;p&gt;I asked her outright did she want me to close my account and tried to explain that her disintrest in the problems her poor service was very disatisfiying. Before I even finished the sentence she cut me off stating "Your not really that important to [BB&amp;T] and I would be happy to close your account." She already had the screen up to do it.
&lt;p&gt;I spoke to her supervisor after this. He seemed very intrested in me not closing the account and offered to increase my credit line. He also informed me that the moron was transfered from a different branch and when I asked which one it turned out to be the one that I preferred. I guess I preffer that branch because the transfer out the idiots. Anyway I explained what I wanted and he said he would have her take care of it.
&lt;p&gt;Keep in mind that I have not been paying attention to the news at all. The girl had now been watching for at least ten minutes while I talked to the supervisor. Anyway she moved the money back to my account and claimed that she had credited me for the consulting fees. I said something really mean like "I can't imagine how you got a job as a cusomer service rep" and turned to leave.
&lt;p&gt;At this point she stated "What do you think about the plane crash?" I looked at the TV and she said "They hit the world trade center, do you think it was on purpose?" I said "They hit the trade center? I can't see how that would be a mistake... probably the same people that tried to blow it up a few years ago" I left and walked to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692021-108195938094053778?l=kimchi325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/feeds/108195938094053778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692021&amp;postID=108195938094053778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108195938094053778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692021/posts/default/108195938094053778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimchi325.blogspot.com/2001/09/what-i-was-doing.html' title='What I was doing'/><author><name>Paul-Davis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
