<?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-5234373737692714189</id><updated>2012-01-23T19:04:33.874-08:00</updated><category term='Web Design and Development'/><category term='SXSW'/><category term='Journal - Chris'/><category term='Potpourri'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Austin City Limits'/><category term='Devotions'/><category term='Children&apos;s Ministry'/><category term='Cycling'/><category term='Journal - David'/><category term='Journal - Mom'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Fortune Cookies'/><title type='text'>Hyphenated-Ed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-7564500909518084205</id><published>2011-10-10T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T06:48:24.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Ministry'/><title type='text'>How to Reach the Hyperactive Child</title><content type='html'>Children's ministry should NOT be so hard . . . &amp;nbsp;Ministry-To-Children.com exists to help you. You'll find thousands of lessons, ideas, and resources for telling kids about Jesus. All of this is 100% free and easy to print. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="entry-title" style="color: #111111; line-height: 1.267em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ministry-to-children.com/the-hyperactive-child/"&gt;How to Reach the Hyperactive Child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-7564500909518084205?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7564500909518084205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-reach-hyperactive-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/7564500909518084205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/7564500909518084205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-reach-hyperactive-child.html' title='How to Reach the Hyperactive Child'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-2848424787248197334</id><published>2010-08-30T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:25:02.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web Design and Development'/><title type='text'>Picture Rotators</title><content type='html'>It seems picture rotators are all the rage on Web sites these days.  As a Director I get requests to approve and purchase software to create all sorts of snazzy effects for the ubiquitous picture rotator.  A colleague took pity on me one day and sent me the following information.  I posted to my blog because it was about to get lost in my e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found they were broken down into 3 major categories in the freebie market.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scripts – Java, PHP, ASP.  Java Script being the most popular.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few were built in languages such as C  but these were few and far in between.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scripts typically require the pictures to be listed inline.  There are those that use external config files that reference flat files that are comma delimited or  use a XML like format to list the pictures and optional functionality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The flash versions used an external files as noted above from what I gathered&lt;br /&gt;Allowing for text to be displayed with the text, clickable images that take the user to other URL’s and custom affects were available to differing degrees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Your Multimedia Specialist] likes the JW Player for Flash.  JW also has a flash picture rotator.  &lt;a href="http://www.longtailvideo.com/players/jw-image-rotator"&gt;http://www.longtailvideo.com/players/jw-image-rotator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.longtailvideo.com/players/jw-image-rotator"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The JW rotator  supports XSPF.  XSPF is not as straight forward as a comma delimited flat file – it has an XML look and feel.   The nice thing for techies is that there are plenty of XSPF generators that will walk a directory and find all files and build the XSPF config file.  The XSPF generators are typically built in PHP.  A few are built in ASP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found tech discussions on how to query the directory system using various scripting languages to get a list of files to build lists but I did not find an implementation of a rotator that built the list during presentation. I assume the issue is concern of how long the build would take if a lot of pictures were in the directory AND that you would not be able to give each picture a URL to navigate to so this would limit functionality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-2848424787248197334?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2848424787248197334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/08/picture-rotators.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2848424787248197334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2848424787248197334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/08/picture-rotators.html' title='Picture Rotators'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-8387474955573238950</id><published>2010-08-19T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:28:30.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Chris'/><title type='text'>Chris' thoughts on magic</title><content type='html'>Chris and I were discussing magic after reading Magic Treehouse #4.&amp;nbsp; Chris said, "Daddy, there is no such thing as magic.&amp;nbsp; Somebody comes quick and takes the object to make it invisible."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-8387474955573238950?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8387474955573238950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/08/chris-thoughts-on-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/8387474955573238950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/8387474955573238950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/08/chris-thoughts-on-magic.html' title='Chris&apos; thoughts on magic'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-2951372039966793100</id><published>2010-08-08T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T14:03:55.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Fun With HP Video</title><content type='html'>I previously uploaded this video on Facebook.&amp;nbsp; I had one request to see the video from someone outside my facebook network.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-18d4d5376c0ec1e0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18d4d5376c0ec1e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329967928%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CC6E4FFC35B6C19EBEC5357A0F4ED841EACB777.1E0CA2AD54BF33E866A31D69E9A180602ABECF71%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18d4d5376c0ec1e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNzXFVZLpUW6kvVgLIAfxmkHdQnw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18d4d5376c0ec1e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329967928%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CC6E4FFC35B6C19EBEC5357A0F4ED841EACB777.1E0CA2AD54BF33E866A31D69E9A180602ABECF71%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18d4d5376c0ec1e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNzXFVZLpUW6kvVgLIAfxmkHdQnw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-2951372039966793100?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2951372039966793100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-with-hp-video.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2951372039966793100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2951372039966793100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-with-hp-video.html' title='Fun With HP Video'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-2204056508582545009</id><published>2010-07-29T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:17:47.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin City Limits'/><title type='text'>Avett Brothers</title><content type='html'>Caught a good performance on a very old &lt;a href="http://austincitylimits.org/"&gt;Austin City Limits&lt;/a&gt;. Originally airing on January 23, 2010, the Avett Brothers are a folky rock sound characteristic of most Indie rock. Chello, drums, piano, guitar and banjo all a hint of twang in the vocals make for some intelligent folk-rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-2204056508582545009?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2204056508582545009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/07/avett-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2204056508582545009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2204056508582545009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/07/avett-brothers.html' title='Avett Brothers'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-5644878651346472407</id><published>2010-07-03T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:12:47.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cycling'/><title type='text'>I'm Back on the Bike</title><content type='html'>Feels good to be back on the back.&amp;nbsp; My goal was to ride at least 2 times a week.&amp;nbsp; Last week I actually rode 3 times, putting total of 39 miles on the bike for the week.&amp;nbsp; This week has been difficult with the rain coming from Hurricane Alex.&amp;nbsp; I've been playing around with Google Docs and made a little spreadsheet to chart my progress in terms of average mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://spreadsheets.google.com/oimg?key=0Aq6e9n5gQL9ydG0yUUxSNFdrcHBLQnpmaGNieVN5a2c&amp;oid=3&amp;zx=v0wgrs-2rzfa5" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-5644878651346472407?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5644878651346472407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back-on-bike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/5644878651346472407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/5644878651346472407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back-on-bike.html' title='I&apos;m Back on the Bike'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-6660582732701861025</id><published>2010-06-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:38:36.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potpourri'/><title type='text'>Grandfather's Paintings</title><content type='html'>We went through our house in attempt to reduce clutter and simplify. We found these two paintings, by my grandfather. The style and subjects don't move me in any particular way.  So, they are up for grabs.  Family members have first dibs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first painting would look much better with a thicker frame. Dimensions without frame are 24" X 36".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uj25Y8pqHww/TBUHyjXwK8I/AAAAAAAAC5E/5ptQ29jZ6lA/s1600/IMG_0200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uj25Y8pqHww/TBUHyjXwK8I/AAAAAAAAC5E/5ptQ29jZ6lA/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" height="240" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next one is smaller, dimensions without frame are 9" X 12".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uj25Y8pqHww/TBUImhbcKDI/AAAAAAAAC5M/4eSQPUjQHAY/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uj25Y8pqHww/TBUImhbcKDI/AAAAAAAAC5M/4eSQPUjQHAY/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" height="320" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-6660582732701861025?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6660582732701861025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/06/grandfathers-paintings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/6660582732701861025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/6660582732701861025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/06/grandfathers-paintings.html' title='Grandfather&apos;s Paintings'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uj25Y8pqHww/TBUHyjXwK8I/AAAAAAAAC5E/5ptQ29jZ6lA/s72-c/IMG_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-2562742148751433146</id><published>2010-03-29T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:00:19.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Tenth Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>It is that time of year.  Liz and I start planning our money-is-no-object dinning experience.  Here is a list of the restaurants we've enjoyed, listed in order from 1st year anniversary to most recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;2001 - Anthony's - We think this restaurant is no longer in business.  The piece de resistance was the souffle with sparklers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002 - &lt;a href="http://www.brennanshouston.com/"&gt;Brennan's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2003 - Rotisserie for Beef and Bird.  Rotisseerie is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2004 - The Brownstone.  Liz was pregnat with Chris and didn't enjoy the whole experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2005 - &lt;a href="http://www.brennanshouston.com/"&gt;Brennan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brennanshouston.com/"&gt;'s&lt;/a&gt;.  This time I had the 7 course meal. Each course was paired with a wine.  The last course, desert, was paired with a port.  I was blasted at this point.  Liz drove home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2006 - &lt;a href="http://www.marks1658.com/"&gt;Mark's American Cuisine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2007 - Skyline Bar and Grill.  This restaurant is also closed now.  They had awesome martinis.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2008 - &lt;a href="http://www.perrysrestaurants.com/"&gt;Perry's Steakhouse&lt;/a&gt; in Clear Lake.  David was born just one-and-a-half months ago.  David was too young for a babysitter. So, we did Lunch.  Liz accidentally spilled a glass of water on the table and me, while she was trying to nurse David.  No big deal.  Glad we got the opportunity to dine that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2009 - &lt;a href="http://www.mccormickandschmicks.com/"&gt;McCormick and Schmick's Seafood Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;.  Downtown location is really nice.  We had some really yummy and rich crab and lobster queso.  Little did we know we would both be sick the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2010 - &lt;a href="http://www.noerestaurant.com/houston"&gt;Noe&lt;/a&gt;.  Verdict is in.  Liz and I will be dining here this year.  We'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-2562742148751433146?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2562742148751433146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/03/liz-and-my-tenth-anniversary-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2562742148751433146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2562742148751433146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/03/liz-and-my-tenth-anniversary-is-coming.html' title='Tenth Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-8166822821013282250</id><published>2010-03-18T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:53:05.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SXSW'/><title type='text'>SXSW 2010 Thursday Summary</title><content type='html'>South by Southwest (SXSW) 2010 was a blast! I know what you're thinking. Sure dude, drink a lot and jam to music.  Actually, the beer consumption was kept to a minimum, keeping me alert and able to walk back and forth between the pubs, bars, and venues.  Here is an overview of the schedule.  It's difficult to capture how much walking was involved.  Not that I am complaining. Walking is good exercise. I need to remember to bring a good pair of shoes next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Austin around 12:30 p.m.. It's too early to check into the Hyatt Regency, so we hoof it the Austin Convention Center to pick up our badges and registration packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 p.m. - Started at Convention hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 p.m. - Caught the last bit of the Yorkshire Party at Latitude 30.  Saw One Night Only finish one awesome song don't know the name. The finished their set with "chemistry".  This is an awesome band.  At this point, I new I SXSW was going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 p.m. - Continued to hang out at Latitude 30 to check out the Wales party.  Sweet Baboo opened with his set.  Wasn't too impressed so we moved on to see another band at Friends.  We didn't catch the name and I started to realize that I needed to take notes so I could remember all of the bands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 p.m. Went to Convention Center and saw Delhi to Dublin and had the opportunity to sit test fit a fully loaded 2009 Chevy Camaro.  The Camaro is a sweet car and I my 6-foot, 4-inch frame fits inside with a little room to spare.  Jim peeled me away from the Camaro so we could check out the Registrants Lounge at Brush Park for a free drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 p.m. At Brush Park, The Sounds from Spain festival started, promising Spanish rock and the best food in the SXSW festival.  We ate authentic gazpacio and paella. . We caught two performances.  I think the first band was Tom Cary. The second band was Nudozurdo.  Tom Cary was basically drums and bass, Spanish Punk rock.  Nudozurdo was good. Lots of melody with a U2 like sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ish p.m. We walked back to the hotel to check in.  We dropped the bags off, made sure the room was okay and struck out for dinner; no rest for the weary.  Found a cool restaurant, the Taco Shack; good fish tacos, made with baked catfish.  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 p.m. - Headed up to Central Presbyterian church to catch Dan Mangan.  We caught the last few songs of Daniel Martin Moore/Ben Sollee.  They were a good group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 p.m. Dan Mangan's set starts.  Jim wanted to catch this show so we sat through the whole set; awesome performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 ish As we were walking down hill, South on Brazos we saw a rooftop performance.  They sounded upbeat and peppy.  Got to check this band out!  We could not figure out how to get up to the roof and none of the bars knew how to get there.  We teamed up with another guy and we finally found a bouncer who could steer us to the right doorway leading to some obscure hallway with elevators taking us to a private Swedish party on top of Logan's Bar.  We only caught the last two songs of Miss Li a Swedish pop band, but the hunt was worth it! One of coolest things about SXSW is the unofficial events.&amp;nbsp; Much like a role playing computer game, the best stuff is discovered by talking to people and keeping your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the weather was cooling off and my cough, I thought I was kicking from a previous cold, was coming back; manifested in a persistently congestive cough.  Jim and I went on the hunt forcough medicine.  the he hunt was unsuccessful until Jim suggested asking one the scores of pedicab drivers.  Sure enough one of the pedicab drivers new two locations within two blocks of each other on 6th street.  Pedicab drivers are cool!   Popped three Vicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 p.m. Cough suppressed, we walked to Stubbs to hear Drive by Truckers and Band of Horses.  Stubbs was packed and we couldn't get very close.  Still, we enjoyed Drive by Truckers and met Sara Hasslinger.&amp;nbsp; Sara Hasslinger, a social entrepreneur.&amp;nbsp; She has an awesome site, &lt;a href="http://www.sara-hasslinger.com/"&gt;www.sara-hasslinger.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm. Heard one song from Band of Horses. The cold and smoking was agitating my cough.  Had to strike out for a warmer venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 a.m. Hit the Beauty Bar Backyard to listen to Shout Out Out Out.  This electronic, techno band packed the venue.  The highlight of the show was the genius spectator who decided to have himself lifted over the crowd.  I was annoyed as he passed overhead, spilling his drink on me.  Karma returned the favor as the crowd passed him over to a section of the crowd with a high concentration of girls.  Try as they might, they couldn't hold him up.  Down he fell , almost busting his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 a.m. Moved on to see Delta Spirit at Emo’s Main Room.  Jim and I are exhausted at this point. We can hardly stand any more because our backs and feet are sore from standing and walking for most of the day.  But make no mistake. The entire day was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back across the Congress Street bridge an on to the hotel to crash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-8166822821013282250?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8166822821013282250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/03/sxsw-2010-thursday-summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/8166822821013282250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/8166822821013282250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2010/03/sxsw-2010-thursday-summary.html' title='SXSW 2010 Thursday Summary'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-8265810737900128511</id><published>2009-12-24T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:28:12.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Chris'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2009 Letter From Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Chris,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;What a wonderful question.  You are such a curious young lad.  HO HO HO!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;My team of elves are so important to me.  I could not leave them behind.  After I go up the chimney, I lower a rope down so they can climb up.  As the elves get older and finish Santa Elf School they eventually learn how to put their finger along the side of their nose and go up the chimney too.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for the cookies.  Rudolph loved his cookie and the reindeer loved the hay.  All these treats made us feel warm and toasty on this cold Christmas Eve night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;Merry Christmas and God's Blessings to you, your brother David and your wonderful parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-8265810737900128511?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8265810737900128511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2009-letter-from-santa_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/8265810737900128511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/8265810737900128511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2009-letter-from-santa_09.html' title='Christmas 2009 Letter From Santa'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-4581262387854981744</id><published>2009-12-13T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:23:37.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - David'/><title type='text'>David-isms</title><content type='html'>We had posted a list of Chri-isms a while back. Figured it was time to do the same for  David.  Here are some of our favorite David-isms.  Keep in mind, he is 22 months at the time of this post.  Most of them are typical to his age so this will have to be a working list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buck buck = buckle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;na nap = napkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shroom = mushroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-4581262387854981744?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4581262387854981744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/12/david-isms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4581262387854981744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4581262387854981744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/12/david-isms.html' title='David-isms'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-3226628279090087102</id><published>2009-10-28T17:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:40:08.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fortune Cookies'/><title type='text'>Fortune Cookies and Home</title><content type='html'>You will move to a wonderful new home within the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be interested to see how this fortune comes true.  If it is true the family has a lot of work to do between now and the end of the year.  Or is "home" a metaphor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-3226628279090087102?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/3226628279090087102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/10/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/3226628279090087102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/3226628279090087102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/10/home.html' title='Fortune Cookies and Home'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-2962299633737585566</id><published>2009-10-28T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:40:33.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fortune Cookies'/><title type='text'>Fortune Cookies and Wisdom</title><content type='html'>"Every wise man started out by asking many questions."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-2962299633737585566?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2962299633737585566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/10/wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2962299633737585566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2962299633737585566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/10/wisdom.html' title='Fortune Cookies and Wisdom'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-2112886461604212905</id><published>2009-10-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:28:37.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Drive By Truckers and Ryan Bingham</title><content type='html'>I caught an old recorded episode of &lt;a href="http://austincitylimits.org"&gt;Austin City Limits&lt;/a&gt;, featuring the Drive By Truckers and Ryan Bingham.  If you like Tom Petty and Bob Dylan combined with a little modern flare from the Wallflowers then you'll love the sound of both bands.  More information on these bands can be found at their official Web sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive-by Truckers - &lt;a href="http://www.drivebytruckers.com/"&gt;http://www.drivebytruckers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan Bingham - &lt;a href="http://www.binghammusic.com/"&gt;http://www.binghammusic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-2112886461604212905?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2112886461604212905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/10/drive-by-truckers-and-ryan-bingham.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2112886461604212905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2112886461604212905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/10/drive-by-truckers-and-ryan-bingham.html' title='Drive By Truckers and Ryan Bingham'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-6286610764693073885</id><published>2009-10-02T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:14:01.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>When the going gets rough...</title><content type='html'>"Do not let your hearts be troubled.  Trust in God; trust also in Me, the Son of God. "(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2014:1&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;John 14:1&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got your back. --- Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read all of &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2014&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;John 14&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/"&gt;Biblegateway&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-6286610764693073885?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6286610764693073885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-devotional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/6286610764693073885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/6286610764693073885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-devotional.html' title='When the going gets rough...'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-6399070193215315009</id><published>2009-09-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:44:47.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Chris'/><title type='text'>Chris' Career Ambitions</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be interesting to document Chris' career ambitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coast Guard - September 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Astronaut - 4 years old until September 2009.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firefighter - since he could talk until about four.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-6399070193215315009?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6399070193215315009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/09/chris-career-ambitions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/6399070193215315009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/6399070193215315009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/09/chris-career-ambitions.html' title='Chris&apos; Career Ambitions'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-4037832002927318002</id><published>2009-08-25T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:41:22.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fortune Cookies'/><title type='text'>Fortune Cookies and Ability versus Character</title><content type='html'>Ability will enable man to get to the top, but character will keep him from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://281-990-8888.c-r-n.com/"&gt;888 Bistro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how they use their phone number as their URL.  Clever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-4037832002927318002?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4037832002927318002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/ability-and-character.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4037832002927318002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4037832002927318002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/ability-and-character.html' title='Fortune Cookies and Ability versus Character'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-6442019308930769080</id><published>2009-08-10T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:54:36.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Labeled for Looks</title><content type='html'>I found another home brew mix jacket.  This mix was compiled sometime during the Fall of 1989 and comes with an amusing story.  I called this mix "Labeled for Looks" because I couldn't think of a name.  My room mates went off somewhere without me and asked to borrow one of my tapes.  Since, as Jim Tuttle points out in an earlier post, I mooched off of their music supply : ) I thought it only appropriate to loan my mix tape to them and their adventurous journey.  When they returned one of them gave me hard time because I sent them off with the wrong tape...all because I had neglected to label my mixes.  So the birth of a new mix "Labeled for Looks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember why I didn't go along.  Perhaps it was because I busy studying.  I had to study a lot in college.  Or perhaps they, being engineers, were embarrassed to go or be seen anywhere with a management major.  Know one will ever know why I didn't go.  And we may never know where they went. But, here is the mix manifest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Blasphemous Rumors", Depeche Mode&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Always on my Mind", Pet Shop Boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Opportunties", Pet Shop Boys (a double shot of the Pet Shop boys for electronic intensity)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Infected", The The&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Just Like Heaven", The Cure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Transmission", Joy Division&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Touched by the Hand of God", New Order&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"So In Love", OMD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"With a Little Respect", Erasure (I had to play this a lot so I could remind my engineering room mates about respecting other majors)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Melt With You", Modern English&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It's My Life", Talk Talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Blue Monday", New Order&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A Different Story", Peter Schilling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Heartbreak Beat", Psychedelic Furs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Dancing With Tears in My Eyes", Ultravox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hungry Like the Wolf", Duran Duran&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Accidentally 4th Street (Gloria)", Figures on a Beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This Time", INXS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Heart of Glass", Debbie Harry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Relax", Frankie Goes to Hollywood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Dancing with Myself", Billy Idol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-6442019308930769080?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6442019308930769080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/labeled-for-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/6442019308930769080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/6442019308930769080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/labeled-for-looks.html' title='Labeled for Looks'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-4161469213925782587</id><published>2009-08-05T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:40:28.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Ed Learns to Mix</title><content type='html'>This was the first mix I ever put together.  The date on the tape Jacket was February 20, 1989.  It's not that it took me this long to figure out how to mix.  It had more to do with the fact, that I could finally mooch off of my college room mates stereo equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to see how I stuffed the mix with REM, Scruffy the Cat, Marillion and a couple of Pink Floyd artist-gone-solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I am Superman", REM, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's Rich Pageant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Moons of Jupiter", Scruffy the Cat, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moons of Jupiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Lady Nina", Marillion, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B' Sides Themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"(I wish I could fly like) Superman", &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kinks, Come Dancing with the Kinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Industrial Disease", Dire Straits, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Freaks", Marillion, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B' Sides Themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fall on Me", R.E.M., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eponymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"South Central Rain", R.E.M., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eponymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's The End of the World as We Know it", R.E.M., eponymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Bucknaked", Scruffy the Cat, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moons of Jupiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Tall Cool One", Robert Plant, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now and Zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side 2&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Orange Crush", R.E.M., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Touched by the Hand of God", New Order, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salvation Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Why", Robert Plant, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now and Zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"User Friendly", Ian Anderson, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walk into Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fly By Night", Ian Anderson, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walk into Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking", Roger Waters, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Tux On"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Marillion, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B' sides Themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sound of the Atom Splitting", Pet Shop Boys, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Werewolves of London", Warren Zevon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Quiet Normal Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-4161469213925782587?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4161469213925782587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/ed-learns-to-mix.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4161469213925782587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4161469213925782587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/ed-learns-to-mix.html' title='Ed Learns to Mix'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-1035007956614674221</id><published>2009-07-29T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:12:59.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Looking Back - Music Mix</title><content type='html'>Remember cassette tapes?  Remember dubbing mixes?  Putting together the perfect mix was an art.  I found this old cassette mix while cleaning my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sting - "All This Time"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;INX - "Hear That Sound"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Concrete Blonde - "Joey"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eric Clapton - "No Alibis"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;George Michael - "Mother's Pride"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;U2 - "Where The Streets Have No Name"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter Murphy - "Cuts You Up"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don Henley - "Last Worthless Evening"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bruce Hornsby - "Look Out Any Window"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dream Academy - "Johnny"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Alarm - "Rain In The Summer Time"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter Gabriel - "Games Without Frontiers"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roxette - "Joy Ride"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Billy IdolRock - "The Cradle Of Love"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;REMLoosing - "My Religion"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cult - "Rain"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hooters - "And We Danced"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom Petty - "Running Down A Dream"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eddie Money - "Looking Through the Eyes of a Child"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Van Halen - "Why Can't This Be Love"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-1035007956614674221?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/1035007956614674221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-back-music-mix.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/1035007956614674221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/1035007956614674221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-back-music-mix.html' title='Looking Back - Music Mix'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-4398643851249164442</id><published>2009-07-28T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:09:45.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Abe with a mustache</title><content type='html'>I was playing with &lt;a href="http://www2.smarttech.com/st/en-US/Products/Interactive+Pen+Displays/"&gt;Sympodium Smart Display&lt;/a&gt;. It comes with some default graphics and allows you to annotate your presentations, draw diagrams and other cute stuff. Here is are the results of my creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uj25Y8pqHww/Sm9J_377GNI/AAAAAAAACxg/8X9tTdJOZYo/s1600-h/AbeAtWork_1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363587042917423314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 258px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uj25Y8pqHww/Sm9J_377GNI/AAAAAAAACxg/8X9tTdJOZYo/s320/AbeAtWork_1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So you can see how Abe would look if he had a mustache.  Definitely, looks a little less wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-4398643851249164442?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4398643851249164442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/abe-with-mustache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4398643851249164442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4398643851249164442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/abe-with-mustache.html' title='Abe with a mustache'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uj25Y8pqHww/Sm9J_377GNI/AAAAAAAACxg/8X9tTdJOZYo/s72-c/AbeAtWork_1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-2948749438369187412</id><published>2009-07-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:46:10.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom's Diary - Prologue</title><content type='html'>My Mom was with diagnosed with sarcoma somewhere around in the mid to late 90's.  She fought the cancer for 6 years, in and out of remission for a duration of that period.  I didn't pay attention to the circumstances too much.  I was a young adult busy with starting my career and believing all was immortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom fought the cancer with all the tenacity characteristic to her deceptively timid southern bell character.  According to my dad the doctor conducting the initial diagnosis predicted 6 months.  She managed 6 years.  It didn't occur to me to journal any of these events until the last stages - which at the time - I didn't know were the last stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journaling started out as a coping mechanism to deal with all the information the doctors, nurses and other health care staff tend to dump on me.  They always seemed to pop in when my dad had just stepped out for break.  So, I felt responsible for recording the information so I could relay it to him.  I have no idea why I never thought to tell the doctors to wait while I went to get my dad.  Even so, the journal helped in another capacity since I offered to help my Dad by relaying information to extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog seemed to be the perfect place to store a record of these events.  I am still saddened by the fact that my boys never got to meet their grandmother.  Even though I like to think she is looking down on them from above, I know she would have loved the opportunity to be with them here on earth.  I know I would have enjoyed seeing her smile and interaction with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had taken the time to digitize this journal before.  But, then I deleted it when I was mad at the world one day.  Now, I believe it would be good to get this information digitized and archived (again) so one day the boys might know their mother.  The entire story is told in &lt;a href="http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/search/label/Mom%27s%20Diary"&gt;Mom's Dia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/search/label/Mom%27s%20Diary"&gt;ry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-2948749438369187412?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2948749438369187412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/prologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2948749438369187412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2948749438369187412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/prologue.html' title='Mom&apos;s Diary - Prologue'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-1122913769013081443</id><published>2009-07-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:15:04.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Restart the Blog</title><content type='html'>For whatever reason, I decided to restart my blog.  Here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kick off my new blog with a song inspired by my pastor's message, who in turn was inspired by a song written and performed by the famous country-western band,  Alabama. I'm not a big fan of country-western music, but I like the message behind the lyrics.  We fill up our lives with so much stuff and get busy with being busy.  My pastor's &lt;a href="http://www.gdlc.org/sermons_video/2009/RefreshYourSoul.wmv"&gt;message &lt;/a&gt;and this song encourage us to think differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="330"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lyrics.stlyrics.com/lyrscroll.swf?page=http%3A//www%2Estlyrics%2Ecom/songs/a/alabama151/iminahurryanddontknowwhy488779%2Ehtml" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" name="lyrscroll" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="all" height="200" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/a/alabama151/iminahurryanddontknowwhy488779.html" target="_blank"&gt;Alabama - I’m in a hurry (and don’t know why) lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-1122913769013081443?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/1122913769013081443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/restart-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/1122913769013081443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/1122913769013081443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/restart-blog.html' title='Restart the Blog'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-4453293417261499921</id><published>2004-01-16T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:47:12.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Fumbled Word, Uncollected Gifts and Fading Memories</title><content type='html'>I don't remember why I stopped here.  The last note in my journal says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse says they haven't been able to get a good reading on Mom's blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I figured there was no point in recording vitals at this point.  But, I wished I had spent a little more time writing about things Mom said to Dad, my sister and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bits and pieces of memory at this point.  I remember my brother had to make a hard decision to return to work.  He was extremely upset and didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to keep him informed to the best of my ability, empathising with his situation.  He lived in Jacksonville Florida and had to rely on my and our Dad's reports.  It had to be tough for him to know when to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it were, Mom died around 5:30 a.m. on January 31, 2004.   The staff told us Mom was ready to go.  Her family had their lives to live.  My brother didn't make it back in time.  I was lucky enough to spend time with Mom the night before.  It may not have been the night before she passed away, but at some point along this process she looked at me and said, "You take care of [my wife's name].   I don't remember everything I said to her.  I managed to fumble out a few words..."Mom, I love you.  You have tought me so much." I wanted to say so much more, but didn't want to be so final, as if my ambiguity would prevent her from going.   Even though the nurse said her time was very soon, I had no idea she would go early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the combination of Mom fighting the cancer for so long and hearing so many partial reports from medical staff over that time...you feel that the medical staff has nothing real to base any prognosis on.  Ultimately, hospice staff are some of the most peaceful and reliable people you can know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I am cleaning up around the house and find a card.    It's &lt;a href="http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-present.html"&gt;the card Mom had given me for Christmas&lt;/a&gt;.  I never got to go shopping with Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-4453293417261499921?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4453293417261499921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/final-journal-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4453293417261499921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4453293417261499921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/final-journal-entry.html' title='Fumbled Word, Uncollected Gifts and Fading Memories'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-6283068035363312257</id><published>2004-01-15T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:47:50.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Prayer Card from Church</title><content type='html'>I received a prayer note from church.  I am not sure of the exact date, but the card is taped inside my journal between January 14 and January 16, 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-6283068035363312257?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6283068035363312257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayer-not-from-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/6283068035363312257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/6283068035363312257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayer-not-from-church.html' title='Prayer Card from Church'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-297814687377792013</id><published>2004-01-14T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:48:22.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Physical Therapy? No.</title><content type='html'>My sister and I have decide to move to an alternate schedule.  We take turns every other day.  Dad takes care of most matters.  My sister are needed for support, I suppose.  I have plenty of sick leave thanks to state employeement.  But, sister's leave balance may be running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicine check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dolatid (sp?)/Hydromorphone @ 0.2 mg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sugar = 207&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Nurse commented that she is stable compared to the previous days patterns of jumping around on the vitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We change doctors today and find out that physical therapy is not an option because it would cause more harm than good.  The doctor says the option is to conserve energy.  Physical therapy would not yield the results Mom is expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure Mom is excited to hear this news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplemental note:  Looking back, I do not know what I was thinking on the alternate schedule routine with my sister. I would alternate days between Hospice and work.  Looking back, this was a foolish decision.  Given the same situation today...work could have waited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-297814687377792013?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/297814687377792013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/physical-therapy-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/297814687377792013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/297814687377792013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/physical-therapy-no.html' title='Physical Therapy? No.'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-4832820710047599722</id><published>2004-01-13T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:48:46.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Physical Therapy?</title><content type='html'>Mom asks for physical therapy evaluation to see if she qualifies for it.   While its not noted in my journal, I recall at least one occasion where Mom asks if she can go home.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-4832820710047599722?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4832820710047599722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/physical-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4832820710047599722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4832820710047599722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/physical-therapy.html' title='Physical Therapy?'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-3966814434576246481</id><published>2004-01-09T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:46:44.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Moving to Hospice</title><content type='html'>We moved to &lt;a href="http://www.houstonhospice.org/site/c.klIYIhNZJyE/b.5001649/k.BF34/Home.htm"&gt;Houston Hospice&lt;/a&gt;.  All things considered, Houston Hospice a nice place.  The private rooms are much bigger.  The whole facility feels like a very large home. With big hallways and a garden to wonder through.  It feels so much better to get the family out of the sterile hospital environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-3966814434576246481?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/3966814434576246481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/moving-to-hospice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/3966814434576246481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/3966814434576246481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/moving-to-hospice.html' title='Moving to Hospice'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-7380937372739380090</id><published>2004-01-05T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:49:19.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>More medication</title><content type='html'>It's funny how much time is devoted to changing medication.  We change pain medication today; from morphine to fentanyl. Dosage is 12.5 mcg in 25ml (of saline I think).  Mom also gets Haldal for anxiety and stress 0.5/8hrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-7380937372739380090?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7380937372739380090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/more-medication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/7380937372739380090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/7380937372739380090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/more-medication.html' title='More medication'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-4032322410632292614</id><published>2004-01-02T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:49:44.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Apetite Returns</title><content type='html'>I noticed a lot of bags on the IV pole.  I check out of curiosity and note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sodium Chloride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dextros&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morphine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MeroPene 500mg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NS 50ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Mom has an appetite today and asks for chocolate ice cream in the afternoon.  A visitor stops by from church and my brother has arrived.  Mom seems very tired.  She asked for Dad and they held hands for a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-4032322410632292614?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4032322410632292614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/apetite-returns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4032322410632292614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/4032322410632292614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/apetite-returns.html' title='Apetite Returns'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-2044344438846835978</id><published>2004-01-01T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:50:37.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>New Years Day</title><content type='html'>12:53 p.m.  A Fellow came in to examine Mom.  He will continue to prescribe morphine as needed to help with the shortness of breath and ease any pain.  Blood medication is given intravenously to prevent Mom from having to swallow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-2044344438846835978?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2044344438846835978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-years-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2044344438846835978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2044344438846835978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Years Day'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-1727791732766245191</id><published>2003-12-31T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:51:24.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom's last New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>11:00 a.m. Blood is breaking down and all testing has been canceled.  Heart medication used to slow hear rate will be discontinued at this point.  Mom's overall condition is declining.  I ask Dr. Talukdar how much time we have left.  He admits that any prognostics will be 100% wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:38 p.m. Blood pressure is  77/49 and oxygen level is at 97%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-1727791732766245191?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/1727791732766245191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/moms-last-new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/1727791732766245191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/1727791732766245191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/moms-last-new-years-eve.html' title='Mom&apos;s last New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-8858448324499038481</id><published>2003-12-30T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:51:47.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Vitals are decreasing</title><content type='html'>Around 3:30 p.m. the pulmanologist dropped by to check vitals.  I thought he said Mom's oxygenation were at 95% at 2.5 liters Oxygen.  Kidneys have virtually shut down, operating at less than 20%.  He also says their is fluids in the plurals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5:00 p.m. her sugar level was 338.  An x-ray was scheduled to get another look at the fluid in her plurals.  The x-ray was canceled later because Mom was in pain.  The staff decided to let her rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-8858448324499038481?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8858448324499038481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/vitals-are-decreasing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/8858448324499038481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/8858448324499038481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/vitals-are-decreasing.html' title='Vitals are decreasing'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-7210120645235484512</id><published>2003-12-30T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:52:09.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Cancer taking its toll</title><content type='html'>This morning, Dr. Trent, Mom's Oncologist, stopped by to say the cancer is taking its toll on the body.  Chemo is not the cause of the symptoms we're seeing.  Mom's kidneys are operating at less than 50% capacity and decreasing.  We discussed hopsice as an option.  Someone should be contacting Dad with more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to process much of this news.  When I relayed this to my sister, she communicated her frustration about how everyone was ready to write Mom off. I didn't know what to believe.  I had the advantage (or disadvantage) of hearing the news directly from the doctor.  But, my sister's resolution gave me hope that Mom might pull from her inner strength. I hoped my Mom's tenacity together with a miracle from God would result in a rebound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-7210120645235484512?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7210120645235484512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/cancer-taking-its-toll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/7210120645235484512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/7210120645235484512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/cancer-taking-its-toll.html' title='Cancer taking its toll'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-3509547540450433405</id><published>2003-12-29T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:52:34.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>Moving to Palliative Carw</title><content type='html'>Mom moved to palliative care, an inpatient symptom management and palliative unit.  Her blood pressure was about 80/50.  Fellow told me blood pressure was too low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-3509547540450433405?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/3509547540450433405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/moving-to-palliative-carw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/3509547540450433405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/3509547540450433405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/moving-to-palliative-carw.html' title='Moving to Palliative Carw'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-172545772657997389</id><published>2003-12-28T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:53:01.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Christmas holiday was a little bitter sweet. It was great to see the family; My parents, sister, brother, my wife's Mom and Omi...oh and our dog, Phoebe. My wife and I hosted Christmas dinner splurging on prime rib.  Mom looked very tired and didn't eat much. It had been a little more than a month since she had her last round of Chemo at M.D. Anderson.  This holiday is marked by a solemn mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15 a.m. Mom checked in to M.D. Anderson due to atrial fibrillation and strained breathing.  Her kidneys are functioning at less than 50%.  My brother observed her blood pressure was around 90/60 in the morning.  Blood pressure is lower in the afternoon to 67/37.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-172545772657997389?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/172545772657997389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/172545772657997389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/172545772657997389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234373737692714189.post-2577817801511613024</id><published>2003-12-25T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:53:27.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal - Mom'/><title type='text'>A Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>In my stocking was a card from my Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234373737692714189-2577817801511613024?l=hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2577817801511613024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2577817801511613024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234373737692714189/posts/default/2577817801511613024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyphenated-ed.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-present.html' title='A Christmas Present'/><author><name>Edmond Puckett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104899239597934942926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eAPUpNxK490/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/hZARQISg7cM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
