<?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-6985595428312887543</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:07:19.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bubba</title><subtitle type='html'>The growing of a man</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-6229268085946914759</id><published>2010-02-18T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:09:34.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing things up</title><content type='html'>Going to change things up on this blog. Going to air my head of things. So be prepared lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-6229268085946914759?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6229268085946914759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=6229268085946914759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/6229268085946914759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/6229268085946914759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/changing-things-up.html' title='Changing things up'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-1171546634929035623</id><published>2009-04-17T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:05:11.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>Did I forget how to write? ummm   maybe.  Got wrapped up in things, sorry. Well things here in the new homestead are coming along nicely. Found weird things in the walls in floors. Like water valves that go nowhere. Out in the trench that the ditch witch  found electric wire with no purpose. Phone wire going to nothing. Oh and hot wires laying out on the ground to step on and ruin my hair style. Most folks around here just say welcome to west texas when we encounter the weird.&lt;br /&gt;   Wife is holding up well with having 2 house holds in shambles. Appliances are all here and waiting to get put into place. My guess is another couple weeks before we can get comfortable and let our hair down and relax. Maybe get our clothes wahed at home for once. Do those everyday things that make us feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;   As for me..... guess I'm doing ok also.  Well I'd better get myself together. The day is coming and I need to get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-1171546634929035623?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1171546634929035623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=1171546634929035623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1171546634929035623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1171546634929035623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-awhile.html' title='Been Awhile'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-5819114041733072196</id><published>2009-02-17T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:30:43.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog?</title><content type='html'> Blog? Ok I guess I will since the good lord got me thinking already this morning. I love texas. From the people a welcoming and down right goodness comes. They are not afraid to say may god lead you or may god bless you. Faith is alive and well here. Its like that feeling after a shower and saying "feels good to be clean". It feels good to be here.&lt;div&gt;  In a parking lot 2 cars meet and #1 waves the other forward but #2 with a wave says Nawwww you go. They sit a wave back and forth until Finally one moves. Still a thank you wave is given. You would think you wouldn't see this very often. Not true. Slower cars actually move over. When on seeing one of those drivers weaving in and out, speeding and cutting off folks. The thought is I pray everything is alright with them. Because only some dire emergency makes them drive that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Except for kids. Ya know them kids are just sowing them oats. God help them get over that stuff soon. Well the coffee is done and I need some to get these ol fingers to typing better and the brain to spell better. You wouldn't believe how long this took with no coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-5819114041733072196?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5819114041733072196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=5819114041733072196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/5819114041733072196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/5819114041733072196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog.html' title='blog?'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-1509611274107573292</id><published>2009-01-23T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:11:49.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Angelo</title><content type='html'> Well here we are in san angelo. We started looking for a home. Some promising ones out there. Have one we got out eye on. We will see if it all falls into place. Maybe some details? Sure why not. 6.5 acres with it all geared towards animals. Like horses and cattle. Hmmm I am in texas hahaha. There is a barn and stables and that round thing ya train horses in, I forget what Sheila called it. Even an out house only one hole tho. The house sits on the back of the property and even has a wind mill water pump for the animals. The barn has a sistern to catch rain water from the roof. But enough about that. Better get on with the good stuff.&lt;div&gt;   Life with my lovely bride is getting better with each day. I have learned so much from her about life and God. I thank God each day for this life he has given me to share with her. Some days I think I just can't breathe without her. Thank you Lord for my soulmate and best friend and everything else you have given me. Including this beautiful day you made for us to share our growing love for each other in. Bless all those who have touched our lives so wonderfully. Yes that means you who are reading this. You are the one that I am praying for. I pray that God turns his face to you and blesses you with all you need. For you have helped make me into the man that shares this day with you. You may think you did nothing, but you did what God needed you to do to grow me. Thank you all and may the blessings pour forth for you.  Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-1509611274107573292?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1509611274107573292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=1509611274107573292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1509611274107573292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1509611274107573292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/san-angelo.html' title='San Angelo'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-1789316423256340148</id><published>2009-01-05T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:08:31.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we are again</title><content type='html'>  We are not in Big spring texas yet but close. We are now in Decatur texas getting the slide fixed. Then we are off to Big spring. Will know more on time later today. Let me say a little something about the roads here. 2 lane and speed limit of 70mph. No frost heaves and folks moving over to turn off in front of you. Love it. I don't drive the 70 while towing but the rest of it I love. &lt;div&gt;  The lay of the land so far has gone from rolling to almost flat. Still treed. Can't wait to see big spring. A home for us is ever present on our minds. From design to all the options one can think of. Keeping God first is our way. We have faith that he guides us to the right place and the right way of living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  My wife has grown to such a beautiful woman that I thank God for her every day. The dog, oh well a womans dog. Not much sugar from a dog ;-)  It is a good day. God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-1789316423256340148?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1789316423256340148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=1789316423256340148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1789316423256340148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1789316423256340148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-we-are-again.html' title='here we are again'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-7786829440126349742</id><published>2008-12-14T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:09:12.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>   Well we are gearing up for the move. I have the propane filled and a full tank of water. Truck has enough fuel to make the first stop. I have read the map for the first part of the route. Now its down to putting all the gear into rolling down the road places. &lt;div&gt;   Everything in the right place. Putting God first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no posting till we settle in at the next place. I have to say that north carolina is beautiful and the folks here are warm and just like home. Thanks to Ed and Sheila for putting up with us and taking care of us. It is time to move on and find that next stopping point where God wants us to be. See ya later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-7786829440126349742?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7786829440126349742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=7786829440126349742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/7786829440126349742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/7786829440126349742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-6638099586744951322</id><published>2008-12-08T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:18:56.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeak, Squeak</title><content type='html'>  Well ok then. Nice to hear the squeaking stop huh?&lt;div&gt;I have been doing my normal stuff. Working on this or that prodject and learning more about folks. More about me than them. I knew I loved traveling but also wanted a home. All the prodjects I have worked on with my friends have just got me in the mood to work on something of my own. The more I think about it the more I want to settle down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Whether we build a home or get one already built. It won't matter because there will always be something to do. I got Ideas. But I am not ready to buy the first place I like. The lord would have to hit me in the head real hard for me to buy right off. And we all know he could. Well I hope that is enough oil for that squeak. See ya all later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-6638099586744951322?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6638099586744951322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=6638099586744951322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/6638099586744951322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/6638099586744951322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/squeak-squeak.html' title='Squeak, Squeak'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-8817401527036588411</id><published>2008-10-21T04:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:50:19.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeak</title><content type='html'>  Here is some grease for the squeaking wheel. Let me explain. Wife has been saying thats its been along time since I wrote here. Nicely oiled huh?&lt;div&gt;  I just love it here in Rene place. Get to go out and help him build something and also walk the dog. Just so peaceful here. Do whatever (but blog), whenever. We even ventured out of our norm and did tourist stuff. It was fun. The duck ride in branson was fun. Amphibious vehicle and a whole lot of other folks riding down the ramp into the water was fun. But the peace of this place is what sinks in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  We have found one of the most popular sites in this park. Right next to us. Might be the one we are in. Toss up. But the morning view when the sun comes up can make a weak man cry. Such beauty and peace on this earth is rarely found. A good cup of coffee completes it all. You will have to see the pics on wifes post to get a small idea or better yet come and enjoy. Love to have ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-8817401527036588411?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8817401527036588411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=8817401527036588411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/8817401527036588411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/8817401527036588411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/squeak.html' title='Squeak'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-1324471798972275148</id><published>2008-09-22T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:35:10.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ark</title><content type='html'>  Well ok I can't spell arkansas very well. We made it here. Back to ozark view aand my buddy Rene. Got greeted with supper and beer. Wow. Makes a person humble.&lt;div&gt;   Now for the rest of the story. As most of you know my truck has had its share of work done to it. Well it needs more. The power steering units pulley is moving in and out on its own shaft. It ruined the brand new serpitine belt I had just put on. So need another one of those and a new power steering unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  But the good news is that God blessed us for getting here safely. The space my buddy has chose for us has spectacular views. I am just a happy clam to be back here. Still sad to be away from family tho. Terrible to have both of those feelings at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Better get a move on. Back in a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-1324471798972275148?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1324471798972275148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=1324471798972275148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1324471798972275148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1324471798972275148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/ark.html' title='ark'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-651275993281649975</id><published>2008-09-19T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:45:44.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>Well wife said its been along time since I said anything here. "anything". Nahhh just kidding. We made our trip to vegas and back. Wholly molly am I sick of resturant food. I almost frogot the free breakfast in the morning at the hotels. Not anything for a diabetic there except hard boiled eggs and waffles. Makes a nice smell later. HAHAAH. &lt;div&gt;  Not seeing my brother since 1985 made for some interesting conversation at first. The word would be guarded. But I have confidence in my wife pulling bro out of his shell. After his 3rd or so beer it got better. Also after his friends left. Vegas was vegas. I don't gamble and can't wait to get out of there. Traffic was nutz as usual in vegas but traffic there and back was alright. The rental car was really good, the best mpg was seen at 35.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I would reccommend a hunday (spelling) if your looking for a car. My truck suits me just fine. No cars in my future. We had a good time as usual for us. Wife still loves me. So all is right in my world. Getting ready for our move tommorrow to arkansas. Boy am I ready. I saw snow on the way back and that made me get in gear for moving out of here. HAHAHA. Well better get myself going. cya soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-651275993281649975?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/651275993281649975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=651275993281649975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/651275993281649975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/651275993281649975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-7818251652204790550</id><published>2008-07-25T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T04:12:04.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure</title><content type='html'>When life says "bubba get over here"! It sure seems nothing else gets done. I had meant to learn more on the computer about itself. Like how to get out of a program when it don't want me to. I can do the mechanics of a computer but the programs are something different.&lt;br /&gt;  Next week we are off to the amana colonies for some camping. Since it is near Iowa city where my doctors appointment is sounded good to me. Go over and see Doc and shop at the amanas. Now whats wrong with that???&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even eat some local good food. I think its german.&lt;br /&gt;  Getting closer to rolling down the road again. Car is in the shop for the vegas trip. Truck will go in when we get back from the amanas. Ordered all the stuff we wanted for our long trip around the states. So we are looking and feeling really good about everything. Starting to feel like I need a vacation. Well soon anyways. More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-7818251652204790550?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7818251652204790550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=7818251652204790550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/7818251652204790550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/7818251652204790550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/sure.html' title='Sure'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-5773849513487132104</id><published>2008-07-15T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:01:51.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>As always I seem to get caught up in Life. My online stuff is reading and not writing. Well a lot has happened since last I wrote. Way too many to list. Safe to say it was fun stuff anyways. You know the kind. Family says lets go camping so we go. Somebody says lets try this, We try it. Even got some fishing in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeehaa&lt;/span&gt;. Found a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; also. You know me good food and good folks around and I'm a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;  I did a stint of mowing at church and it will be my last for there. You know I like to mow but church yard was just too much for me. Life is finally getting real nice. When I can't even complain about something. Well I better get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crackin&lt;/span&gt; and make more memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-5773849513487132104?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5773849513487132104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=5773849513487132104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/5773849513487132104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/5773849513487132104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-26836801299049016</id><published>2008-06-02T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T05:07:51.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;. If you read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wifes&lt;/span&gt; blog you know that friends and family has kept us busy. Wonderful way to stay busy. I did not realize family also read this blog. I had thought it was a secret blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Well then maybe I need do do better on here?&lt;br /&gt;  I have had the most wonderful time here in Iowa. Staying busy with odd jobs and the all important mowing. I love to mow. I have seen a mower that I would own called a land pride. 52inch deck and built very well. I even fit on it. Adjustable to many sizes of folks. Cup holders for my water. It would be a grass eating machine. Or in my own words a MAMA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JAMA&lt;/span&gt;. Cutting time would be less. I'll have to send my buddy Rene a link to them. $5400.00 for 52 inch deck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure most folks don't get excited on mowing. But I do.&lt;br /&gt;  Dad has been cooking more food than 1 hungry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mitchum&lt;/span&gt; can eat. I think my weight loss has stopped. When dad cooks I eat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Wife has gotten her love for cooking from him. I'm sunk. 400 lbs here I come. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHAHAA&lt;/span&gt;. Now if the weather would finally settle down. Thunder storms and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tornado's&lt;/span&gt; just keep tearing up places. Mom wants to go camping and I doubt we can get out with this wet ground. But given the right incentive I bet dad and i can do it. Wink Wink. The folks have cousins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt; and they travel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Their slide shows and movies of their travels are just wonderful. Made me want to get going on ours. Then I said that in front of them and heard a different way of thinking about that. Gotta love that. Well wife is sleeping and this is my alone time to do all my quiet stuff. So ya all take care and I'll write again sooner this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-26836801299049016?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/26836801299049016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=26836801299049016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/26836801299049016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/26836801299049016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-day.html' title='This day'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-1599569619416445644</id><published>2008-05-03T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T04:22:45.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa</title><content type='html'>We made it to Iowa. The trip went just fine. We had just one person come out in front of us. That made me hit the brakes real hard. I couldn't move over and he moved in front of me anyway. I used to have some colorful language for these situations. But I just said, Darn.  Yeah right! HUH?&lt;br /&gt;  The rest of the trip went great. The good lord watched out for us really well. We stopped at Terribles Casino on the way up for our overnight. The shuttle van picked us up right away to and from our buffet meal. Then off to bed. A stop like that was very cheap and very nice.&lt;br /&gt;  Got home and family was there with hugs and lots of talking. Things we longed to have. But of course winter has just not let up for us yet. We have rain again and lots of it. I am ready for summer. Bring on some heat Lord ! Well all I have time for now. My day has started and life for today needs its attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-1599569619416445644?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1599569619416445644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=1599569619416445644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1599569619416445644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1599569619416445644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/iowa.html' title='Iowa'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-4355651429855322849</id><published>2008-04-25T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:30:15.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>While out helping Rene with the newest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;project&lt;/span&gt;. We both said to each other that we are going to miss working together. No kidding folks. I love working with him. I can give him ideas or he says his. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flexible&lt;/span&gt; and willing to adapt he is. I admire that. Makes me at ease while working. Now if the world would adopt this way,,, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes while building the fence my mind would wander and the pickets would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uneven&lt;/span&gt;. I wander off down the road of our next move. I had contacted a campground for our overnight but they said we were too big for them. I got to thinking of a different route but I like to stay on the big roads. Talked with Mom and she said it was still wet there. SO, I told wife we should stay for another 2 weeks to give it a chance to dry out. I tried to say it was Rene's idea by way of my brain. Another words I was trying to blame RENE. But as usual she saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; it and said we are going anyway. I'd better find another campground.&lt;br /&gt;  Next week we will be back in Iowa. Move done. Readjusting starting. I just hope that Rene finds another buddy to help him. I will pray for this. I know he can use a hand at times. Well I'd better get going. The world awaits off line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-4355651429855322849?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4355651429855322849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=4355651429855322849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/4355651429855322849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/4355651429855322849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-29918308916519645</id><published>2008-04-12T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T04:02:47.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life always seems to creep up on me. While I was planning our next move with wife. The days just slipped away. Our morning talks last from 1/2 hr to 3 hrs. We talk about what we want in life (stuff) to God. The nights dreams and so on. Anything and everything can be covered in the morning. Then the news goes on and the computers also. I'll go and start my chores. Dishes and whatever else our home needs. One rule only in our marriage. If you think it say it. Nothing is hidden. My wife has become part of me. Like another heart. I need her like I need the air to breathe. That is what happens when you say what you think to your spouse. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;  While doing the above life happens. Time passes. The world changes. I pursue my closer relationship with Jesus, God and the holy spirit. Not a day don't go by that I don't thank the holy 3 for my life and all my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;  I am looking forward to going back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Iowa&lt;/span&gt;. Where family and friends await. We plan some camping trips and getting back to our church. The future holds many wonderful things. I can't wait for the visits to friends and the sites we will see. I know the holy 3 have some fun stuff in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;  May they bless you with abundance of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-29918308916519645?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/29918308916519645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=29918308916519645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/29918308916519645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/29918308916519645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-725846076174459891</id><published>2008-03-29T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:07:36.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Woke up to rain. Good ol thunder boomer. Rain hitting so hard on the bedroom roof almost drowns out the sound of the boomers. Even wife woke up. Mijo just slept right thru. Wow. At least the wind was not blowing too. The pond might get some water. It has 1 gold fish in it. I guess Rene figures it needs room to grow. Other than the 1 fish there is frogs amoundo. Guess  what the fish eats? Poor thing no regular food. No friends. Well I'd better move on before the gold fish gets battered to death. OOOps one last thing. I was told I could not try to catch this lonely gold fish. I would get turned in to the fish and game. Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways I respect Rene and won't sneak down there at night and fish for it. HEHE. Things are getting better here at Renes park. The weather is getting warmer. Trees have buds on them. Some of the wild flowers are blooming. After out moving over 3 spaces we have found more different birds. Or better put. Wifes personal bird window is next to her on the couch. I could be talking to her and lose her to a new bird. HAHA. Well I'd better get myself going. C ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-725846076174459891?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/725846076174459891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=725846076174459891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/725846076174459891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/725846076174459891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-3929939089399125932</id><published>2008-03-22T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T05:42:11.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close</title><content type='html'>We are almost done with the pavillion. All thats left is pouring the sand in the horse shoe pit and installing the BBQ. Not much maybe half a day's work. Today we are off to dig french drains. It almost seems that I'm back to work. If only my body could have the stamina back. I try to work right beside Rene but I can't work like that anymore. He really picks up the slack I leave. Bless him. I can honestly say that I know now how far I can push my body. Also say about my holding down a job. That answer is nope. But all this work is a blessing. It has helped me in other ways. Mentally also.&lt;br /&gt;  What a change in 3 years. I can only say that God has put me on this path and I love it. If not for the illness I would not be here. I have never said I would change anything in my past nor in my future. All things have made me who I am. Now this path I travel brings forth the future with its blessings yet to come. Thank God I married Wendy. She is my soul mate and my guardian angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God. For this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-3929939089399125932?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3929939089399125932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=3929939089399125932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/3929939089399125932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/3929939089399125932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/close.html' title='Close'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-7119419289407689505</id><published>2008-03-14T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:36:40.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slows</title><content type='html'>I guess I should not have said a thing. I had a bout with the slows. Slows are when my body just needs to take a break from everything. I can't walk very far. I have the amount of pain that I thank God for my pain medicine. Breathing comes very hard when I try to walk. And it hurts to breathe.  I thought I was doing fine. But I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt; So yesterday was a spring thunderstorm. I see why my wife likes them. This was one storm that if the pavilion was ready we would take our chairs and drinks out there and watch it go by. But Rene and Nick kept on working and it looks beautiful. Soon the BBQ will be built and the diamond of this park will be finished. I can't wait till we use it.&lt;br /&gt; We get closer to going home for awhile. Plans are to be rolling on the 1st of the month. Most of our home is ready to go. The truck is ready. I can't wait to try out the exhaust brake. I know I will like it. There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things I need to get done while home. This time I am going fishing. Camping also. We need to do stuff before we do our around the states tour.&lt;br /&gt; Long ago we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; that touring the states would be wonderful. Now it has come. Here we are at the first place.  Soon we will move on. With our Lord guiding our way.&lt;br /&gt;  Got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, May you bless each person we touch with love and peace. Keep us in your heart so we stay on your path and have the love and peace to share with all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-7119419289407689505?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7119419289407689505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=7119419289407689505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/7119419289407689505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/7119419289407689505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/slows.html' title='The Slows'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-5223467162463554393</id><published>2008-03-12T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:04:36.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>How things change. Seems like a short time ago my body just did not want to go. My energy would not replenish quickly or like it did before. It is some better now. Thanks to Rene. Working with him is not only a pleasure but helpful. On my lovely wifes blog. She has pictures of the prodject we are doing. I am hoping that we will be done with this one in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;  Stamina is what I was lacking. I got some now. But I still am not even close to what I used to do. I take breaks while the work keeps going. I ran out of energy the day we poured the sidewalk. Good thing Nick was there. And speaking of Nick. What a blessing he is. Just as his Dad is, He is. I can't say enough about Rene's family.&lt;br /&gt;  I can honestly say I am going to miss being here. The weather has finally turned to where we can get outside without coats on. The surroundings are beautiful and peaceful. If only I could put my emotions in words so another person could feel them. Words pale to what I feel most days. Got to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Father who art the great I am,&lt;br /&gt;   Lord Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;   The holy spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Hear my prayer please. Today I thank you for all that you brought to us. You have lead each of us to this point in life. Guide us further towards our goals. Show us the strength of love and joy, so that we can be that living bible for your glory. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-5223467162463554393?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5223467162463554393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=5223467162463554393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/5223467162463554393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/5223467162463554393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-3379425429758481865</id><published>2008-03-07T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:12:51.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans</title><content type='html'>We all make plans. I made myself a promise. If it was possible to go fishing on table rock lake. I was going to go. I don't care if I fish anywhere else. So it is very possible we are going fishing. My wife is researching a guide to take us out. Now for those of you who know us. We need a guide. We can't catch fish with a net!. For those who don't know us, we are splurging and going fancy. HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways we are making plans. Like any good plan ya have to leave room for change. Because the Lord just might have something better in mind. Like a bass pro takes pity on us and takes us for free. I can see us now. Holding a cardboard sign at the boat launch. Take pity on us and teach us to fish. The bass champion pulls up and says hop in.&lt;br /&gt;  Never know. It could happen. Seriously I believe in the lord. Since I do. I had better believe that the lord can do better than me in anything. It is one of the reasons we came here. We sure did not come here for branson. We drove thru part of branson and I can tell you honestly. I never want to go thru there again. Streets are tight and its crowded. Now the folks who live around here say this is the time to go. The tourist are not here yet. I still feel its too crowded for me. Now this comes from a person who lived in los angles for a time. There the streets were wider. They might be crowded but at least the major part of them knew where they were going.&lt;br /&gt;  Well I'm off to get my day started. I can never start without my prayer and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Father who art the great I am.&lt;br /&gt;  Lord Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;  The Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;                            hear my prayer. Thank you for today. Put my feet on your path and your love and joy in my heart. Watch over my family and friends. Bless them Father, Keep them close Father. If a prayer can save a soul then take a prayer from me and pick a soul to save. IN your glory, For your glory. May your love and joy fill everyone today. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-3379425429758481865?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3379425429758481865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=3379425429758481865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/3379425429758481865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/3379425429758481865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/plans.html' title='plans'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-1894756769589002840</id><published>2008-03-05T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:13:52.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>I was just responding to one of those e-mails that ask you questions. You give your answers and send it back to the one who sent it to you. The whole reason is so they get to know you better. I have trouble with these type of questions. Not that I don't have answers for all the history ones and the ones that ask about what I like. It is the future ones. Like the one that says where do you see yourself in 10 yrs. In my mind I don't see myself anywhere in 10 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;  Let me explain. Ever since I gave my whole self to the lord. I believe he sends me where he needs me. So how would I know? Sound a little flaky to ya? It did me for along time. Then I met my wife and started this life I have now. Making plans I love to do. I spend alot of time doing it. So why should I? Because I have freedom of choice. He gave that to me. But still he directs my path thru life. Still sound confusing? It is a balance sort of like good and bad. I still do bad things or as I would say, on the edge or skirting.&lt;br /&gt;   One of the things that has bothered me for awhile now is my father in law. He was rasied a good man and he is a very good man. He has a heart that I am jealous of. How he came to be this way god only knows. I think the world of him. What you just read is what I think. I have one small problem with him. When he asks questions of me he directs them to my wife. Seems dissrespctful to me. It has bothered me for along time. I don't know how to handle this. But this time when I go home I will. I have prayed on this and I have decided what to do.&lt;br /&gt;  You see in my family and the good book. When we get married to a person their family becomes ours. So I call Her Mom and Him Dad or paw (if feeling loving towards him). Ma and Paw were terms of love in my family. Since my ma and paw have sinced passed on I thought to make this bond stronger. Now I will call him by his first name. This may please him. But my purpose is to keep his place in my heart until the day he earns my respect back. On this one little point. I already have forgiven him for it.&lt;br /&gt;  So here is my prayer for today.  Lord,   Please let my Paw recieve all the blessings and love you can give him today. Give Maw an equal share. Let your love and peace fill them to overflowing. And to all those who read this may you bless them with equal love and peace. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-1894756769589002840?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1894756769589002840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=1894756769589002840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1894756769589002840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/1894756769589002840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-9186798031347620045</id><published>2008-03-04T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T05:03:46.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>We are planning to go back home. Which leads me to think just what I want to do when we get back. I miss our church. The folks there and alot of other things that happen there. I want to go to the grotto. They have rv sites there and I would spend the day there. The grotto link is &lt;a href="http://www.westbendiowa.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I want to see the family and be with them. I know I wasn't born into the family. But they are mine now. I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;  Go camping and fishing it will be great. Once there start planning our around the united states tour. Which will start off from Iowa and head for NC. Then thru the southern route over to california and up thru the pacific north west. Then back over the northern route to Iowa. Now don't go drawing a straight line from each place. We don't go straight. Too many sites to see and friends to see along the way. So far the plan is a week at each friends area and when a family holiday shows up. We drop the rig off and head home. Then pick up our place again.&lt;br /&gt;  This whole plan (I think) comes from my wife. She has not seen the united states yet. Before the good lord takes me I plan that she is taken care of. But we all know God has his own plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-9186798031347620045?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9186798031347620045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=9186798031347620045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/9186798031347620045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/9186798031347620045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985595428312887543.post-3778464687102091016</id><published>2008-02-27T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T05:22:47.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>As time goes by. I think of how I got to this day. When I was young I went to a southern baptist church. The congregation was all black and I was the only one that was white. That was my first introduction to the lord. I thought all churches had the same service. Boy, was I surprised. I thought that God was only at church. Another surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today I know the service I like. I know where God is. How God works his stuff is another matter. I know he works everyday. Now that is just it. He works today. Not yesterday. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. He is working today. So why shouldn't I. Today I'll try to treat folks better. Today I'll try to be kinder. Today I'll try to be that person that folks will say, Thank you lord for the help. Not for me but for him. He made me to be here. This is the path he wants me to walk. His blessings are around me right now. All I have to do is raise my head up and see and understand that God put me in this spot. Right now and right here. To say, to act, to feel you. My purpose right now is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  May God bless you and keep you always close to his heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-3778464687102091016?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3778464687102091016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=3778464687102091016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/3778464687102091016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/3778464687102091016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-3025905821417222630</id><published>2008-02-23T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T02:33:44.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Life just keeps going. Yesterday my new friend Rene and I took my truck to the shop for its jake brake install to Virgils shop. We are staying at Rene's rv park. I can't explain just how nice him and his whole family is. Talk about customer service! If I ever hear someone complain about this park and its owners, I'll know something went absoultly terribly wrong for a complaint to be true. But back to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The good ol boys club was alive at the shop. Then 2 outsiders came in. I backed the truck in and got to business with Virgil. While I was yakking I asked about a water truck for filling up that pond ya see in all the wifes pictures. Just maybe we found one. I can't wait to see the pond full and my truck back. Those 2 things would make me really happy to see. Why? When I came here the pond was the first thing I helped Rene with. I'd like to see that finished. My truck needs that exhast brake because when we moved here we came down an incline and I thought the truck was not holding back enough. It does have Tow Haul mode. What that does is changes the shift pattern when starting out and stops the overdrive from kicking in. Then on a downhill it is supposed to hold your speed down if you step on the brake at the speed ya want to go down at. Well I did try it and it did hold back some. The engine revved up to 3000 rpm's. Which seems to me a little high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm just old school or I like what I want. I want the safety sake for us when we travel. I know a exhast brake will hold us at a slower rate. So I got it. I know the pond will attract more folks here for Rene. So I kept asking till I found someone. Call me crazy. I think He and his family deserve all the best anyone can give them. I pray that success follows them always. We need more folks on this earth like them. Which leads me back to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am already thinking of the trip home. I will be glad to get back to our church and the folks there. I will miss the friends I have made here. I'm sure it will be different when we get back there. For one we plan to do some camping and fishing. One thing we will be doing is planning just where and what we will do next. I look forward to it. I know God will direct our path as he has always done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-3025905821417222630?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3025905821417222630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=3025905821417222630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/3025905821417222630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/3025905821417222630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-8295939221289932959</id><published>2008-02-21T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:17:32.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up to a winters day again. As usual me and the dog go for our morning stroll. Thunder in the distance and a sprinkle of rain. Wife asleep and a new pot of coffee brewing. Life is good. It seems so long ago when I was lonely and afraid of what the day was going to be. I love my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I used to eat what I wanted, when I wanted. Now I can't. Diabetis made most sugars a no no. I have to watch my weight because of the loss of feeling in my legs and feet. Sucks to get old. The good news is I have found different foods that I truly love now. Sugar free syrup is awsome. I even have learned to turn the bad stuff into good. Like todays weather. It allowed me to get into my kitchen and make a dish I have wanted to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The best thing to do on a winters day is talk with my wife. Discuss our plans and world events. Really get into a conversation that we can chew on. Just when ya get going the dog wants a stroll. Another thing I like to do when winter is outside is to put on an old movie or one of my favorites. Life is truly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Before my wife came into my life. I was just the opposite of what I am now. Oh I put on the brave face. I was sort of happy. I had came out of a marriage that was truly hard to bear. I spent 8yrs alone to get to know me and what I wanted. I was comfortable with myself and with the silence of my life. Then Wendy came into my life by way of a laugh. I heard her somewhere in a office building and just had to find that laugh. The rest is best told in person. Least to say she is the best thing that ever happened to me. My soulmate. Since we have been married we still have had NOT a raised voice or argument. Oh we disagree with each other. We see things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 rule is If you think it, say it. We live that rule. Nothing hides when we do that. Believe me I think some stupid stuff I would like to hide. But NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later my freinds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-8295939221289932959?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8295939221289932959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=8295939221289932959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/8295939221289932959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/8295939221289932959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-2469678671291854923</id><published>2008-02-20T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:51:30.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Like most folks my birthday don't mean much. A mark on the calender which we all go by so we all can guess at how eachother grows. Like: I am 4 and 1/2 yrs old. You know what to expect from that example. How about this one : I am 57 and 1/2 yrs old? Now what nut would say that? Me. I was saying that earlier this year. What do you expect from a person of that age? Old Fart or someone stuck in their way of thinking. When I was alot younger I did. I used to say over the hill was 30. Then Moved it to 40 then 50. Now its 60 because I am 58 and nothing. Today marks the day of 58 yrs ago I was spanked and actually help up by my ankles by which nobody has done in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There was a song played at my birth. Grandma pulled me out into the world saying, here comes little bubba now! That was about all I was told about that day. As you can tell the name bubba stuck. Just the little fell off. Raised by parents that grew up in a orphanage. So the skills they learned to raise kids came from their peers. The dark days of no money for anyone hit my grand parents hard. Giving up your kids so they can have food must have been a very hard decision for them. Later I found out from grandma just how it was. But thats another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My parents were opposites. My dad was tough and mom was sweet. First the male side of growing up. To be a man you had to out fight your dad. So every saturday was fight day. I finally was considered a man at 13. To be a man on the softer side (mom) ya had to cook. I wish I had learned more from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So when the family got together at chirstmas or any holiday the fight was on just to make sure who was the alpha dog in the group. Wrestling was preferred but sometimes it got down to scrapping. On the otherside there was always lots of food and bandages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The concept was bolg not a book sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-2469678671291854923?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2469678671291854923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=2469678671291854923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/2469678671291854923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/2469678671291854923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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-6985595428312887543.post-7214038373722204346</id><published>2008-02-16T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:21:26.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>This is my first post on my newest blog. On here I plan to expound and tell in basic language how and why I think and do what I do. Not a amazing story but it is all mine. You may agree or not. Up to you. Some of what I have done and said was wrong some was good. All of my mistakes and good things made me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One of the terms I have come to realize that describes me is commonsensetist.  Common sense is what I strive for. More than money. But not more than my wife. I love my wife more than the air I breathe. Look in the bible for the description of love. Thats what I have for her. I had chapter and verse but I forgot where it is. If your into scifi a commonsensetist is vulcan. Logic my dear spock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was raised with a phrase from my father that said "now son don't let that thing out think ya". His purpose was so that I would stop using force and use my brain instead. My son said "Just let me make my own mistakes". He said that so I would stop controlling him. Both have gone from this earth now but I still remember. My mother said " I brought you into this world and I can take you out". She is also gone but I remember. I think she said that because I was on her last nerve. Memories are all in the past. The future is yet to come. Now is here. The only thing I can change is what I'm going to say or do. A smart person is said to be able to change those things before it gets out of hand. I try but sometimes I still slip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Well enough for now. I'm not writing a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985595428312887543-7214038373722204346?l=bubba-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7214038373722204346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6985595428312887543&amp;postID=7214038373722204346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/7214038373722204346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985595428312887543/posts/default/7214038373722204346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubba-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>bubba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04442837897629093893</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
