﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>ymjrogers's Xanga</title><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from ymjrogers</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Wednesday, October 04, 2006</title><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/535128142/item/</link><guid>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/535128142/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2006 17:11:44 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Century color=#308f30&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You know how most packages say "Open here".What is the protocol if the package says, "Open somewhere else"?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Well, here I am one year after moving here...&amp;nbsp; It has been fun, I am still learning a lot about Shreveport, and about me.&amp;nbsp; I don't really want to say anything right now, but I know I needed to update.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I have a ton to do right now, but instead of starting I am doing this.&amp;nbsp; Here is a good hypothetical:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#308f30&gt;Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/535128142/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, September 15, 2006</title><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/529459308/item/</link><guid>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/529459308/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Sep 2006 18:40:25 GMT</pubDate><description>It's Friday! Yippie</description><comments>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/529459308/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, September 13, 2006</title><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/528787645/item/</link><guid>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/528787645/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2006 14:12:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Copperplate Gothic Bold"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;I thought that since I hate to write stuff, but I HAVE to write stuff every week for the bulletin, and since I don't update as often as I should, that I would also post my article here....&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="Copperplate Gothic Bold"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial; language: EN; mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Since finding out that I will be having a boy, a very interesting and new development has occurred.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I have suddenly become interested in baby clothes.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This didn’t really happen with the girls, whatever their mother picked out was great, but now that we are looking at &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial; language: EN; mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;boy&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial; language: EN; mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt; clothes...well lets just say that I have realized something:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;baby clothes (even boy baby clothes) are not all that “manly”.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Lauren and I went to a consignment sale this week, and we looked at clothes together, and she kept picking clothes that were “cute” and “sweet” while I was looking for clothes that were “strong” or “rough and tumble”.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I don’t know why I am suddenly so interested in clothes, I guess it is just another mystery of parenthood.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Thinking about clothes so much reminded me of the verse in Colossians 3:12&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial; language: EN; mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial; language: EN"&gt;Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial; language: EN; mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial; language: EN; mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;I am interested in the baby clothes because I want my son to be seen in a certain way and I understand that the things we wear have an impact on the way we are perceived.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;But our clothes are not as important as our actions!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Paul is using this clothing analogy here to talk about a change that needs to take place as we move from being people separate from God to being God’s chosen people. I like to think of it this way:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Now that I am adopted by the King, I need to take off the old peasant clothes I was wearing and put on the royal robes that are appropriate for a son of the King!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This means changes in not just my attire, but also changes in my actions and decisions!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;What in your life needs to be changed to match your “royal status?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="language: EN"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/528787645/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, September 08, 2006</title><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/527300590/item/</link><guid>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/527300590/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 19:23:55 GMT</pubDate><description>So I finally found a book I have been trying to read for quite a while... and I read it... and now I am unexpectedly sad because the book was awesome, but didn't end the way I wanted it to.&amp;nbsp; Oh, well.&amp;nbsp; If it had ended differently it probably wouldn't have been so good.</description><comments>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/527300590/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, August 31, 2006</title><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/524684659/item/</link><guid>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/524684659/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Aug 2006 14:09:51 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I have been trying to get the picture of our sonogram on here...I just won't work!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, its a boy, and I'm so happy.&amp;nbsp; Also yesterday was Lauren's B-day!&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/524684659/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, August 30, 2006</title><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/524302163/item/</link><guid>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/524302163/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Aug 2006 12:26:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I know that God answers prayers, but unfortunately sometimes His answer is no.&amp;nbsp; But some times it is Yes.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you just have to wait and see for yourself.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;oh, and I'm gonna have a son!&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/524302163/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, August 29, 2006</title><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/524069469/item/</link><guid>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/524069469/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Aug 2006 17:07:04 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Lauren and I went to the doctor today for a sonogram.&amp;nbsp; We found out what the baby is...&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/524069469/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, August 23, 2006</title><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/522079471/item/</link><guid>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/522079471/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 14:38:05 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Batang&gt;Well, I said I would start writing again, but I don't really have anything to say...so heres a joke!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;H2 align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Batang size=2&gt;Sandy began a job as an elementary school counselor and she was eager to help. One day during recess she noticed a girl standing by herself on one side of a playing field while the rest of the kids enjoyed a game of soccer at the other.&lt;BR&gt;Sandy approached and asked if she was all right. &lt;BR&gt;The girl said she was. &lt;BR&gt;A little while later, however, Sandy noticed the girl was in the same spot, still by herself. &lt;BR&gt;Approaching again, Sandy offered, "Would you like me to be your friend?" &lt;BR&gt;The girl hesitated, then said, "Okay," looking at the woman suspiciously. &lt;BR&gt;Feeling she was making progress, Sandy then asked, "Why are you standing here all alone?" &lt;BR&gt;"Because," the little girl said with great exasperation, "I'm the goalie!" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/H2&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;The summer was awesome, but super busy.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad that I am finally able to slow down a little.&amp;nbsp; School has started, and Bree is now in kindergarten...why do they give the youngest aged kids the hardest name?&amp;nbsp; I mean really, everyone else can say "I'm in 1st"&amp;nbsp; or "I'm in 10th"&amp;nbsp; but the youngest kids have to learn to say KINDER-GAR-TEN.&amp;nbsp; Oops, I got off track...&amp;nbsp; Well anyway, I had a good summer and will now be updating more often.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/520540978/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, May 16, 2006</title><link>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/485472564/item/</link><guid>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/485472564/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 May 2006 17:25:47 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#df2020&gt;Little Tim was in the garden filling in a hole when his neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was up to, he politely asked, "What are you up to there, Tim?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"My goldfish died," replied Tim tearfully, without looking up, "and I've just buried him." The neighbor was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tim patted down the last heap of earth then replied, "That's because he's inside your stupid cat."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000080&gt;Its been busy the past couple of weeks, so here is the highlights: Went to Lubbock b/c my grandfater might die, he didn't and is doing much better; Bree lost one of her two turtles; I got new golf clubs and have only had time to play once; Dave and Elaine came to town and stayed a couple of days; played paintball, and am very sore in my legs from a day of shooting teens; Graduation banquet was ok, especially since I didn't really know what I was doing.&amp;nbsp; I found out some GREAT NEWS, but more about that later!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ymjrogers.xanga.com/485472564/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>