<?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-994022123626926832</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:31:26.896-07:00</updated><category term='carpal tunnel'/><category term='wrestling'/><category term='Ellen DeGeneress'/><category term='Guitar hero'/><category term='Barney'/><category term='WWE'/><category term='rotator cuff'/><category term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Memories; Past, Present and Future</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994022123626926832.post-6188948499291764886</id><published>2008-06-27T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T04:51:31.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, It's off for vacation!</title><content type='html'>I don't guess now I'll get a post off until after vacation. We are leaving in the next hour for Texas. Ah, to be in Texas again.... Anywho, We'll be down to the boys for a few days. Then to Galveston. Back to the boys. Then to Arlington and DFW for a week. Can't wait to be back home for a while. You never know, I may just stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More when we get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-6188948499291764886?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/6188948499291764886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=6188948499291764886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/6188948499291764886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/6188948499291764886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-its-off-for-vacation.html' title='Well, It&apos;s off for vacation!'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-2296992877667229277</id><published>2008-06-21T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:00:41.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No!!!!  A new Post?</title><content type='html'>Nope, I'm not gonna post untill Rhonda posts something new and Angela puts on some new pictures. Hope to talk to y'all soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-2296992877667229277?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/2296992877667229277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=2296992877667229277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2296992877667229277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2296992877667229277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-no-new-post.html' title='Oh No!!!!  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Probably not since I went back to work. I work too much, and when I get a day off, I usually don't spend it in front of the computer. I usually have to catch up on all the other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway Justin tagged me, so I guess I just gotta do this thing. So here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 things I was doing 5 years ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. My wife and I were living in what around here goes for the country.  Trailer, Barn, 10 acres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. We had a couple of horses we could ride, kinda, one actually rode me. Down for 30 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt; the same job I am now, but we worked 8 hr shifts and rotated 3 shifts. now its 12 hr shifts and rotate days/nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.Started hunting up here for the first time in many years. totally different than in Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Made more trips to Texas than these days to see my boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 things on my to do list for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Go to work for a couple of hours(5) to do some project work. Get to set my own hours on this one. finish what i started yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. spend some time with wife and Logan after work. Something other than dying on the couch after work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Work in the garden. A little behind on this one and don't see catching up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Watch Semi-Pro. I like Will Ferrell movies even if they are high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;schoolish&lt;/span&gt; some times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Catch up on sleep tonight, night shift &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, after I try to call the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Ice Cream, almost any kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. White Corn chips and Ranch dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Chocolate Whoppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies, It's a damn shame they only sell these once a year. Good thing I've got a big deep freezer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Circus Peanuts. The orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are in no particular order, all at one time or just mixed with ice cream is cool...oh, did I mention ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What 5 things would I do if I were a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;billionaire&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Pay off all my bills, all my families bills.  Set up all my family with a fund that will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;allow&lt;/span&gt; them to work or retire and travel. Their choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Hunt for all the game I dreamed of as a kid, bear, moose, elk, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Travel and see the places I want when I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Move back to Texas, I'd like to live there a while again, before I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Buy some ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 of my bad habits: What just 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.I smoke cigars and dip tobacco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Chew my fingernails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.Procrastinate on some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Don't see my kids enough. Not near enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I'm vain. I really don't want to go bald anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; mentioned ice cream in there somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What 5 places have I lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Arlington, Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Princeton, Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Pocahontas, Arkansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jonesboro&lt;/span&gt;, Arkansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brookland&lt;/span&gt;, Arkansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 Places I have worked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Six Flags over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;, and various other food establishments until I was about 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;City&lt;/span&gt; of Arlington - Water Utilities 11 yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Had my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lawn&lt;/span&gt; and landscaping business. Worked this and some remodeling for about 5 yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Worked for American Airlines5  - 5yrs. Worked at a car brokerage that moved high line cars across the US at the same time - almost 6 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I currently work for Kraft Foods here in Arkansas. I work at their Post Cereal Plant. They just sold us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ralcorp&lt;/span&gt; and I'll be working for them as of August 1st. For at least the next 2 yrs. - 11 yrs for Kraft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 People I could Tag....you gotta be kidding? Everybody I know that blogs has already done this. I'm the bottom of the blog pool. How's this? I tag myself 5 times. When you get through reading this read it 5 more times, cause I just tagged myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope you all enjoyed this and stop by again sometime....Oh did I mention I love ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-7215872000119466194?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/7215872000119466194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=7215872000119466194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/7215872000119466194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/7215872000119466194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/06/five-5-cinco-ok-ok-ok-i-havent-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/SEcjMNxLqDI/AAAAAAAAACE/gihXwhNTaQU/s72-c/100MSDCF-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994022123626926832.post-2683654755595932645</id><published>2008-03-28T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:46:43.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan is 2 Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R-10zulcZVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zH7w6DE-Ruk/s1600-h/Logans+Birthday-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182927178200540498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R-10zulcZVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zH7w6DE-Ruk/s320/Logans+Birthday-42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R-10z-lcZWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Svw1En791yk/s1600-h/Logans+Birthday-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182927182495507810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R-10z-lcZWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Svw1En791yk/s320/Logans+Birthday-43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R-1yhOlcZUI/AAAAAAAAABs/SJiV3G46Jcg/s1600-h/82308159-b59b-49c9-9e30-9a6300965c11%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182924661349705026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R-1yhOlcZUI/AAAAAAAAABs/SJiV3G46Jcg/s320/82308159-b59b-49c9-9e30-9a6300965c11%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt this picture looks too good, but you get the idea. Mom took the time to make a card and send it in to PBS Kids Sprout morning show. They read it this morning. The one and only day Logan slept in. I was doing going back to work junk, but Mom caught it on TV. You can see it on there web site too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom made a train cake that Logan picked out, and decorated the room up real nice. She can be so creative when she wants to. Well, all the in-laws will be here soon so, I'll post some camping pictures later.  Love y'all and miss y'all a bunch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-2683654755595932645?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/2683654755595932645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=2683654755595932645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2683654755595932645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2683654755595932645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/03/logan-is-2-today.html' title='Logan is 2 Today!'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R-10zulcZVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zH7w6DE-Ruk/s72-c/Logans+Birthday-42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994022123626926832.post-4906023860163121540</id><published>2008-03-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:29:27.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That suck's</title><content type='html'>I have to go to work next Monday. First day back since December 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I'm ready, but don't really want to go. I have loved to spend time with mom and Logan. I didn't get to see my boys Justin and Nick since Justin and Angela's Wedding. That sucks too. Go back and have to hit it full bore to catch up on the bills. Hope to have some time and money to see the boys soon. More later, and some camping pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-4906023860163121540?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/4906023860163121540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=4906023860163121540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/4906023860163121540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/4906023860163121540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-sucks.html' title='That suck&apos;s'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-572291806647432948</id><published>2008-03-20T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:59:23.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' Camping</title><content type='html'>This has been the first weekend of the year for the past couple of years, that we go camping. Unfortunately, like last year, most everything is flooded up here. Like last year, for the last 2 weeks, we have had about 10-12 inches of rain. Every creek, river, ditch and lake is running over. So, to get to our campsite that is about 30 miles away, we have to drive about 45 to get there. I hope to bring back some pictures and post when we get back. Justin can tell about the lazy river we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;canoed&lt;/span&gt; on up in the hills. It is about 1 mile across now and has flooded many towns, homes and roads closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this sound like a fun weekend coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-572291806647432948?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/572291806647432948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=572291806647432948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/572291806647432948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/572291806647432948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/03/goin-camping.html' title='Goin&apos; Camping'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-3615443031928814226</id><published>2008-03-05T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:29:53.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>Actually the two trees in the pictures below with snow are now gone. Just had to throw that in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-3615443031928814226?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/3615443031928814226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=3615443031928814226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/3615443031928814226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/3615443031928814226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/03/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-680996094067304721</id><published>2008-03-05T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:27:42.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up?</title><content type='html'>Hope everybody is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Me, I reckon I'm OK. Just bored. Most things are good just been too cold and wet to go outside and do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to therapy for 2 hours a day twice a week. Really sucks. Figure if I can do this I probably can go to work in a week or two. So yea, that sucks in it's own way too. Truthfully, I am stir crazy and about ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 days that have been good my father-in-law and I tore down an outbuilding(mostly just tore the roof off and burned it), and cut down and up two big trees in the front side of the house. I'll try to show some pics in the next post if it doesn't take me 3-4 more weeks to write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, more later. Love y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-680996094067304721?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/680996094067304721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=680996094067304721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/680996094067304721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/680996094067304721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-144876715473816158</id><published>2008-02-11T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:00:32.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>What? A new post?</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been so busy not working and sleeping in.  I have been thinking about you all though, so I thought I'd post and see if anybody reads this jibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts to ponder; Why do kids cartoons have all these fictiocous animals dressed in anitomically correct clothing? Most do anyway. A few will just throw on a pink bow or some kind of boys half clothes. Even the famed Barney cartoon dresses them in boys shoes and hats or a pink bow. Barney however runs around in all his? dinosaur nudity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be some money in all of this type stuff. How long can it take to put clamation to work on some of these 2-3 minute cartoons. Don't get me wrong, I think they are true art the way they do it. I suppose I could do it too, but it wouldn't be nearly as cost effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Maybe a new project! Nah, don't see that happening. Maybe I need to get out more, or just go back to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all and let me know what you think on this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-144876715473816158?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/144876715473816158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=144876715473816158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/144876715473816158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/144876715473816158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-new-post.html' title='What? A new post?'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-5133557850749443616</id><published>2008-01-31T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:28:16.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this stuff?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R6KB2zmZDTI/AAAAAAAAABc/jfaDRSxVVD0/s1600-h/Phone+Pics-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161830901484162354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R6KB2zmZDTI/AAAAAAAAABc/jfaDRSxVVD0/s320/Phone+Pics-52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R6KB3DmZDUI/AAAAAAAAABk/VNc0e9nlqlg/s1600-h/Phone+Pics-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161830905779129666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R6KB3DmZDUI/AAAAAAAAABk/VNc0e9nlqlg/s320/Phone+Pics-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it now the last day of January and it finally happened. They have threatened many times before, only to storm by without so much as a flake. This time it at least made and real appearance. Would have to happen on the one day I have a bunch of stuff scheduled to do in town. That may not sound like much, but town is about 10 miles away. Like most other places, the "other" drivers in town drive like they have never seen the white stuff much less driven on it. Stupid thing is, most were born around here and have seen this and driven in it MANY times before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the first snow that Logan has seen. He just turned 22 motnhs on the 28th. Not really sure what to think. Not much to play in or with this time. To tell the truth about it, I'm ok with that right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-5133557850749443616?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/5133557850749443616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=5133557850749443616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/5133557850749443616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/5133557850749443616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-this-stuff.html' title='What is this stuff?'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R6KB2zmZDTI/AAAAAAAAABc/jfaDRSxVVD0/s72-c/Phone+Pics-52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994022123626926832.post-482114138343506257</id><published>2008-01-21T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:33:07.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang I missed Ellen</title><content type='html'>Whew! Not like I would miss a lot, but it sure is better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt;' whooped, or say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt;'. I had more therapy today and was really worried until this morning. Not that I would have told this to everybody but, Saturday night I fell down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda got me and Logan A telescope for valentines day. A nice small one to look at the moon and stuff. Anyway, we put it together and I was carrying it outside and I guess I slipped or just missed a step..... Wham. I was really careful not to crash the telescope, I wanted one since I was a kid. But, I took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whoopin&lt;/span&gt;'. Skinned a knee and hurt my left hand and right shoulder some. Yes, the one I just had surgery on. Hurt like fire all day yesterday, but not a pain today. Dodged a real close bullet on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go to therapy and spill the story and tell them I feel pretty darn good. They proceed to whoop on me some kinda good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; hurt now. But good to know I can still take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whippin&lt;/span&gt;' and keep on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tickin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Love to all and give us a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; now ya hear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-482114138343506257?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/482114138343506257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=482114138343506257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/482114138343506257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/482114138343506257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/01/dang-i-missed-ellen.html' title='Dang I missed Ellen'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-4301569185882689320</id><published>2008-01-15T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:59:52.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellen DeGeneress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar hero'/><title type='text'>More Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>I happened to be up yesterday, early for me. I took Katie to work, and when I got back I turned on the TV. Now I don't make a habit of watching this show. More than that, I probably wouldn't have put it on even if it was one of only 2 channels I could get. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nevertheless&lt;/span&gt;, Ellen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DeGeneres&lt;/span&gt; was on. Yes I watched it. For about 3 minutes... then I changed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I bring this to blog is to say she was playing Guitar Hero on national TV. She was whooping out Barracuda by Heart. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, she was playing the easy level, but she was playing. It is very addictive, and a lot of fun as she stated. I say if you know someone that has it, give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, love y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-4301569185882689320?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/4301569185882689320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=4301569185882689320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/4301569185882689320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/4301569185882689320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-guitar-hero.html' title='More Guitar Hero'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-4139858976286405188</id><published>2008-01-12T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:06:20.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy sux</title><content type='html'>Well I started therapy this week. I went to a clinic to learn how to make my shoulder move again. I thought the surgery hurt! This stuff hurts like*&amp;amp;$#. Have to do this at home twice a day too. What do these people think I am, some kinda million &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dollar&lt;/span&gt; man or something? OK, OK, it's not that bad but it does bring pain with it. I'll suffer through. I am in no hurry to get back to work though. I know how they will treat me when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;football&lt;/span&gt; to watch and less than 1 month until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NASCAR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WooHoo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-4139858976286405188?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/4139858976286405188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=4139858976286405188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/4139858976286405188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/4139858976286405188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/01/therapy-sux.html' title='Therapy sux'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-6525395842682915288</id><published>2008-01-09T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:38:11.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrestling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWE'/><title type='text'>WWE Smackdown</title><content type='html'>WHOA! WWE Smackdown is coming to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy can we go to wrastlin'? Can I get some Wrastlin cards?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-6525395842682915288?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/6525395842682915288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=6525395842682915288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/6525395842682915288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/6525395842682915288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/01/wwe-smackdown.html' title='WWE Smackdown'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-2527965252653929513</id><published>2008-01-08T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:23:59.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Dunham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/neTsQng-70o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/neTsQng-70o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this guy and thought I'd share one of his cleaner skits. Let me know what y'all think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-2527965252653929513?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/2527965252653929513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=2527965252653929513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2527965252653929513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2527965252653929513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/01/jeff-dunham.html' title='Jeff Dunham'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-1391455615234379986</id><published>2008-01-06T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:45:53.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R4G6uBAvbkI/AAAAAAAAABU/O12TfGWdNMg/s1600-h/Guitar+Hero-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152604748396850754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R4G6uBAvbkI/AAAAAAAAABU/O12TfGWdNMg/s400/Guitar+Hero-28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, My wife is a confirmed Guitar Hero Addict! For those of you that have played you may understand her affliction. For those of you that have passed the mass of 'tweens in Wal-mart in the electronics section and thought they needed a better hobby, try it, it is fun and just about anybody can do it. Here is a screen shot. I have to add if you've only seen it on those screens at Wal-mart it doesn't do it justice. It is awsome on a big screen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if I can just find a way to hook it into the home theater system....... and get her to let me play.......   No, No I'm not addicted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-1391455615234379986?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/1391455615234379986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=1391455615234379986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/1391455615234379986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/1391455615234379986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-my-wife-is-confirmed-guitar-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R4G6uBAvbkI/AAAAAAAAABU/O12TfGWdNMg/s72-c/Guitar+Hero-28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994022123626926832.post-7219207040687428162</id><published>2008-01-06T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:45:50.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I thought I would just throw out an update on my progress.  I have been working on increasing my mobility in my shoulder. Lots of stretching, some days more pain than others. I feel like when I'm done all will be better again. Just not yet. I have some good days with little to no pain and some I get out of bed hurting like Hell.  I have about 8 1/2 weeks left to get better so no rush, I keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is settling down from the holidays, and I'll spend the rest of the weekend watching football. Not much else I can do. Too cold and rainy, not enough strength and mobility to do much else. All good things come to those that wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.... Love all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-7219207040687428162?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/7219207040687428162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=7219207040687428162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/7219207040687428162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/7219207040687428162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-1411761918053443682</id><published>2007-12-23T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:16:26.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carpal tunnel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotator cuff'/><title type='text'>I've been out of commission...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R28v0xAvbiI/AAAAAAAAABE/TPOXXzNiZk8/s1600-h/surgery+pics-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147385482663915042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R28v0xAvbiI/AAAAAAAAABE/TPOXXzNiZk8/s320/surgery+pics-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R28vvBAvbhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qzS2lMTcqLc/s1600-h/surgery+pics-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147385383879667218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R28vvBAvbhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qzS2lMTcqLc/s320/surgery+pics-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        I guess you have figured out that I have been down for awhile. No new posts until tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn't up to doing all this left-handed(non dominate hand). I am so glad this was only temporary. My right hand had carpal tunnel surgery, and I had a 75% tear in my right rotator cuff repaired.  I just got my stitches out of my hand and shoulder and cast off my right hand. Makes it considerably easier to type. I have started rehabing my shoulder and all the pain is coming back to me. Joy! I have about 3 1/2 weeks left in the sling, but think I'll be ok with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Best part, if there is a best part, is I'll be off work for about 9 1/2 more weeks. It will be nice to be home every night and be able to have Christmas without the pain of work on top of everything else. well I hope this all explains my lack of blogsmanship lately, and I promise more soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love to all and Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-1411761918053443682?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/1411761918053443682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=1411761918053443682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/1411761918053443682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/1411761918053443682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-out-of-commission.html' title='I&apos;ve been out of commission...'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R28v0xAvbiI/AAAAAAAAABE/TPOXXzNiZk8/s72-c/surgery+pics-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994022123626926832.post-3771935842990789872</id><published>2007-11-24T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:06:44.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cris Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6440119458653457069&amp;amp;pr=goog-sl"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6440119458653457069&amp;amp;pr=goog-sl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the link to watch another cool trick. Sorry I wasn't able to set it up another way but work has me locked out of youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-3771935842990789872?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/3771935842990789872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=3771935842990789872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/3771935842990789872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/3771935842990789872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-cris-angel.html' title='More Cris Angel'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-7036958973631952650</id><published>2007-11-19T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:46:22.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did promise pictures didn't I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R0HYtyXg_gI/AAAAAAAAAA0/puul6xvy4bA/s1600-h/hunting+pics-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134623331305192962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R0HYtyXg_gI/AAAAAAAAAA0/puul6xvy4bA/s320/hunting+pics-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R0HYMyXg_fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ylAKPLf9JVY/s1600-h/hunting+pics-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134622764369509874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R0HYMyXg_fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ylAKPLf9JVY/s320/hunting+pics-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R0HXCyXg_eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LCR8h1TGk5E/s1600-h/hunting+pics-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134621493059190242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R0HXCyXg_eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LCR8h1TGk5E/s320/hunting+pics-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is not a very good picture, but with a phone camera at 2mp in dimming light was best I could do. Now Justin has the advantage here with magnifier, but to all can you find the squirrel. Was funny to watch. I saw more squirrels and turkeys than anything this last week. I did get to camp around a friend I met last year and his best friend. The campfire banter was at it's best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pics above are just a couple of the areas I hunted in and didn't come out real well either. I wanted to show how the colors of the trees and hills turned as the sun set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I saw 3 deer in 2 whole weeks. How unproductive! I'll find time in the next couple months to bow hunt if I can pull it after surgery. Have to find a way 'cause I do like meat in the freezer. When we get pics developed off other camera, I have a couple I'll post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, It was a good trip with laughs among new friends. Back home safe, and work to go back too. More soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-7036958973631952650?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/7036958973631952650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=7036958973631952650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/7036958973631952650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/7036958973631952650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-did-promise-pictures-didnt-i.html' title='I did promise pictures didn&apos;t I'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/R0HYtyXg_gI/AAAAAAAAAA0/puul6xvy4bA/s72-c/hunting+pics-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994022123626926832.post-2120368802783855977</id><published>2007-11-06T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:43:21.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why they call it work!</title><content type='html'>Yes, just as I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imagined&lt;/span&gt;, work sucked. For some odd reason they still think I am 30 years old and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;invincible&lt;/span&gt;. NOT! Never have been either since I started working there. I've worked at this company for 10 years now and nothing has ever changed for the good.I've had 2 days off in 2 weeks. Thank goodness I have some vacation scheduled for next weeks Deer Season. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; enough gripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to the deer woods Friday. I told my family I would take my camera too this time and hope to bring back some photo memories of what the place can hold in beautiful sights. Hope to bring back enough meat to fill the freezer too. I'd say it was a waste of time otherwise, but it gives me a break from the job I love so much. (insert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More when I get back...Love to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-2120368802783855977?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/2120368802783855977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=2120368802783855977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2120368802783855977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2120368802783855977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/11/thats-why-they-call-it-work.html' title='That&apos;s why they call it work!'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-1848267843293053224</id><published>2007-10-22T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:31:18.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Real World</title><content type='html'>Well I hate to go, but I must. I go back to work the Friday...Night Shift! UGH! The curse of a working man in N.E. Arkansas. I really need a better job with the same pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to stay at home with the family, despite the pain and surgery for about 2 1/2 months. It was great to actually sleep at night, all nights. And was great to spend time and watch Logan grow and say new words and do new things. It wasn't fun having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poison&lt;/span&gt; ivy for about 4 weeks. Rhonda and I both got it twice in 1 month. Being off has not really made me smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to go hunting last week for about 7 days. It was ugly, rainy, windy and not very productive. I spooked 2 deer all week, sunlight on the glasses is a real give-away. I did find a fresh bear bed and sat on it all afternoon to no avail. That was pretty cool and I will go back there for more hunting. A new spot to add to the hunting map. I get to go back if money is there in mid November and hope the weather will cooperate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now I have to gear my mind to get back to work. And find some new and exciting stuff to show you here. Maybe next time I go to the woods Ill take my camera too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-1848267843293053224?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/1848267843293053224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=1848267843293053224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/1848267843293053224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/1848267843293053224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-real-world.html' title='Back to the Real World'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-8796664224915969531</id><published>2007-10-04T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:47:17.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cris angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/OepvNl9AwtE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OepvNl9AwtE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the other Cris Angel video I mentioned. Now this is Freaky. If you figure this one out let me know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-8796664224915969531?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/8796664224915969531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=8796664224915969531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/8796664224915969531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/8796664224915969531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/10/cris-angel.html' title='cris angel'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-2316869769075933434</id><published>2007-09-24T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:19:52.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=27de87c9-1edb-4280-b6e6-bfef9946b6ab&amp;amp;f=06/64&amp;amp;fg=copy"&gt;http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=27de87c9-1edb-4280-b6e6-bfef9946b6ab&amp;amp;f=06/64&amp;amp;fg=copy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This attachment didn't show up like I wanted, but opens all the same I think. Got this one off msn, so I don't know. This guy really freaks me out sometimes. Pun totally intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really like the way he levitates, haven't figured that one out yet. I have another clip of his that is kinda spooky. If I can I'll attach it later too. What do ya'll think of this guy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-2316869769075933434?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/2316869769075933434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=2316869769075933434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2316869769075933434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2316869769075933434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/09/mind-freak.html' title='Mind Freak'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-4195678612960726997</id><published>2007-09-19T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:03:57.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We went to the Fair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/RvGqkqULOxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pTEePJ_a428/s1600-h/phone+pics+3-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112054598853147410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/RvGqkqULOxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pTEePJ_a428/s320/phone+pics+3-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/RvGqkqULOyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fZZOb_4hmk8/s1600-h/phone+pics+3-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112054598853147426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/RvGqkqULOyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fZZOb_4hmk8/s320/phone+pics+3-33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/RvGqkqULOzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_y-zPo9iV54/s1600-h/phone+pics+3-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112054598853147442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/RvGqkqULOzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_y-zPo9iV54/s320/phone+pics+3-36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our annual trek to the Northeast Arkansas District Fair. Kind of a mid-sized fair but not as small as say a county fair. We get out for the night and sometimes even see a decent band. This year, Logan got to experience the lights, sounds and midway. I actually wanted Rhonda to enter some of her photo's she had taken this year but it turned out to be too late for that. Save them now for next year.Maybe by then we can perfect some canned goods or jelly to enter too. Anyway, we saw a number of old friends we hadn't seen in a while and got caught up on whats going on in our corner of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan had a great time on the midway, seeing the games and checking out the rides that maybe he can ride in a few years. His highlight of the evening was, see all the 4 wheelers and big tractors. He got to sit in the drivers seat on some big tractors. Getting him down off them was his low point of the night. Here are a couple of pictures of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-4195678612960726997?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/4195678612960726997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=4195678612960726997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/4195678612960726997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/4195678612960726997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-went-to-fair.html' title='We went to the Fair!'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VuuArSvlP3o/RvGqkqULOxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pTEePJ_a428/s72-c/phone+pics+3-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994022123626926832.post-7185105605137140010</id><published>2007-09-15T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:27:27.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well I'm not very good at writing on this very often am I? Anyhow, my MRI showed a small tear in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rotator&lt;/span&gt; cuff on my right shoulder. I opted to take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cortizone&lt;/span&gt; shot and try to go back to work. Kinda see how it will function after the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went back to work for one night, and now I'm on leave for carpal tunnel surgery on my left hand.  This is not fun or easy typing one handed, but it'll get worse when they fix my right hand later this year.  I'll be off work for 4-6 weeks, so I'll try to write more when the pills wear off some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all my family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-7185105605137140010?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/7185105605137140010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=7185105605137140010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/7185105605137140010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/7185105605137140010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-2484075797932484314</id><published>2007-08-16T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:07:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...a little</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been off work with a hurt shoulder since July 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'd say I needed the time off but this is not the way I had hope for.  I pulled, or really popped my right shoulder playing volleyball on our family vacation. I have been now to 4 doctors and 4 prescriptions, not a whole lot better yet. I go back to the doctor today and probably set for MRI soon after.  Anyway, I hope it get better soon, For I am really anticipating hunting seasons soon to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get ready by squirrel hunting in September. Lots of walking, but fun with wife, father-in-law, and occasionally some friends. Some different places here in Arkansas, North and Northeast. Hopes for a better season this year than last. Weren't many squirrels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; late then no time to hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next season, and usually the one that puts the meat in the freezer, is deer season. I try to take a couple of weeks off in October and November to ensure I have time and a good place to put the meat in the freezer. One, big difference this year I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have for the last three years put in much thought and a bit of leg work in the dream of hunting bear in Arkansas. Native bears here were all but lost about 20 years ago or more. Game and fish saw a chance to save them and also reintroduced wild bears from the north to other areas here in the state. well to say the least they have thrived enough to hunt in most areas and in the area I hunt, they have grown in population enough that a previous quota has been removed. I'd have to say my chances are better now than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will this year, with all shoulder hopes alive, hunt my 2 weeks off in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; and 2 weeks in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; for bear here in Arkansas. Not to say that I won't shoot a deer should the opportunity present itself. Once again, I hope to share camp with family and friends. Share hunting stories and tales(never lies, just great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embellishments&lt;/span&gt; of the truth) with anyone that cares to sit and share coffee, a beer or a soda.  And with a little luck, Mom and father-in-law will bag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; deer and I will get a deer and chalk up the experience of a first in bear hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a better shoulder, good times and more memories to come. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-2484075797932484314?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/2484075797932484314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=2484075797932484314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2484075797932484314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/2484075797932484314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/08/boreda-little.html' title='Bored...a little'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-9210453773609352176</id><published>2007-07-28T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:27:41.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Bull in a Bottle</title><content type='html'>I was breezing through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; this morning and there it was. A story about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aquafina&lt;/span&gt; bottled water from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pepsico&lt;/span&gt;. A company called Corporate accountability International has been pressuring bottled water companies to accurately portray their label claims. Like we should really need to have a watchdog company for Corporate America to accurately label the products we consume. I guess we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the jest of the article is this; the big soda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;companies&lt;/span&gt; have been fighting for market share in the bottled water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, that's fine. It's the American way. Knock yourselves out. Wait, there's more you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aquafina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bottled by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pepsico&lt;/span&gt; is the single largest selling brand. Is labeled; P.S.W. and will now be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;accurately&lt;/span&gt; labeled Public Water Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dasani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; bottled by Coca-Cola states on the label it is purified water. Purified by reverse osmosis. It doesn't believe the public is confused by this. It is Public Water! But make no mistake y'all, it's purified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pure Life&lt;/span&gt;; bottled by Nestle states that it's source is both Public water and Ground water, although it can't at press time estimate how much of which is which. It is currently printing new labels to show the source though. Shouldn't this have been a priority at the onset of production?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought on this is we are driven by different reasons to buy and consume bottled water, at a premium price I may add. Next time you or a friend buys a bottle, lets show these companies what we think. Just refill the damn thing, put it in the fridge and save it for when you would buy another. Instead of paying over a dollar for their tap water, just drink your own and pocket the difference. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sooner&lt;/span&gt; or later the word gets around and maybe, just maybe, they'll get the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time that the big guys stop screwing the little guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still open to hear about other drinks and stuff like this to put on my list of "no buys".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-9210453773609352176?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/9210453773609352176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=9210453773609352176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/9210453773609352176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/9210453773609352176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-bull-in-bottle.html' title='More Bull in a Bottle'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-4509853268495082118</id><published>2007-07-21T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:08:40.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottled Water</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I'm not the first to talk about bottled water, but I'll go ahead anyway. I too buy bottled water, tea and the like but never really thought too much about it until tonight at dinner. I was reading a bottle of FIJI Natural Artesian Water that my step-daughter bought. Don't know what she paid and don't care. She bought it. She must like it, It's about the only kind she buys.&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe that most places like the ones that bottle for Wal-Mart and other name brands probably use plain old water from the pipe and filter it someway or other before they bottle it. Very few will claim it comes from a specific location and is bottled in its pure form from location to bottle. Ozarka in Arkansas is one of them I know of. Fiji is another. But what really caught my attention is it is artesian water. Unlike what I would call a regular well that must be pumped out, this water is expelled from the Earth under it's own pressure and forced through "Fiji's" bottling system.  As the bottle states;  " Bottled at the source, natural artesian pressure forces the water through a hermetically sealed delivery system free of human contact. It is never exposed to the environment. At least until you unscrew the cap."&lt;br /&gt;Well that would wrap up the hermetically sealed part. I haven't heard that used since Carnac The Magnificent on The Carson Show.  If your not sure who that is, look him up on Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that's not all on the water though. I like my water cold, clean, crisp tasting. I don't drink much really good water anymore. Not since I worked for the Water Department and drank it straight from the pipes underground. Man, That was good tasting water. Well it seems that this Figi water coming from an artesian well may not be so clean and pure, even if it tastes good. Now this may not seem like much to you but here is what it contains per the bottle claim.&lt;br /&gt;85 mg/liter of silica, 17mg/l calcium, 13mg/l magnesium, 140mg/l bicarbonates and the big one....210mg/l of total dissolved solids! DISSOLVED SOLIDS? I want to know what kind of solids and why they dissolved them just to get them in the bottle. Maybe I'm taking this a step too far, but there are just somethings I'm not gonna eat or drink. This I believe will be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna read a lot more bottles from now on. How about you? Anybody out there ever see other drinks like this? Let me know and I'll add them to my list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-4509853268495082118?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/4509853268495082118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=4509853268495082118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/4509853268495082118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/4509853268495082118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/07/bottled-water.html' title='Bottled Water'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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-994022123626926832.post-6636243241596738293</id><published>2007-07-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:58:19.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been contemplating a blog but was afraid I didn't have enough to say. Or that nobody cared if I did have something to say. I finally decided that I would do it, and just see how it turned out. Even if the only people that read it were family.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot to say today other than to introduce myself to this community. My name is Tim Romack and I'm 48 years old. I'm married to Rhonda, my wonderful and forgiving wife. I say that now, because I'm sure it will be needed later. Together we have 5 children. Justin Romack, 22 whom will be getting married to Angela Janisch on Aug. 5th. in Nacogdoches, Tx. Nick Romack, 19 Who live in Lufkin, Tx. I am very proud of all of them and miss them more than I can ever say. I have two step children, Katie,18 and Colton, 14. They live here with us in Brookland, Ar. Katie just graduated high school and Colton will be a 9th grader this fall. We also have a son together, Logan who is 15 months and can be a hoot. More will come later on the family thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am a NASCAR fan and the race is on, more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994022123626926832-6636243241596738293?l=timromack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/feeds/6636243241596738293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994022123626926832&amp;postID=6636243241596738293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/6636243241596738293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994022123626926832/posts/default/6636243241596738293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timromack.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Memories; Past Present and Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756694686416863979</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></feed>
