<?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-8050448660807909801</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:36:04.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kommon Nonsense</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-175478324075194768</id><published>2009-08-03T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:26:33.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't laughed this hard in a very long time.  I was laughing so hard I was crying.  Now, for some reason Huntington thinks UH OH is the funniest thing ever!  Man I love this kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7cea8d5b53a60ae4" 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://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7cea8d5b53a60ae4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331156847%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D793D9CE166A3BF3F03FBCB2BDA549AF413DF8277.32F081301B8AF98DDC69F325417865741269A7C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7cea8d5b53a60ae4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsWnLPIoe2M_hSvtlwj7qq2xTs4s&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://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7cea8d5b53a60ae4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331156847%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D793D9CE166A3BF3F03FBCB2BDA549AF413DF8277.32F081301B8AF98DDC69F325417865741269A7C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7cea8d5b53a60ae4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsWnLPIoe2M_hSvtlwj7qq2xTs4s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-175478324075194768?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7cea8d5b53a60ae4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/175478324075194768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=175478324075194768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/175478324075194768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/175478324075194768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol.html' title='LOL!!'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-7563695594353877614</id><published>2009-07-08T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:02:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Technology</title><content type='html'>I was over at my buddy Brady's house the other night and he busted this video out to show some of us.  It is very intriguing, and yet,  overwhelming at the same time.  Anyway, check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Q75KhAeqJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Q75KhAeqJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-7563695594353877614?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/7563695594353877614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=7563695594353877614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/7563695594353877614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/7563695594353877614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/07/future-technology.html' title='Future Technology'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-1260139731049492460</id><published>2009-05-28T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:11:25.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have...</title><content type='html'>I have...&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Copy &amp; Paste. Then bold the things you have done. That's it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Started your own blog (duh, you are reading it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Slept under the stars (Pine Summit baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Played in a band &lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visited Hawaii (can't wait to go back)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5.Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6.Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been to Disneyland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Climbed a mountain (Mt. Whitney 2x and Mt. San G)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sang a solo (I was in Choir in High School and had a solo. shhh nobody knows)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11.Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12.Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13.Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch (photography)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15.Adopted a child {well sponsored a child when i was in high school with my friend greg}&lt;br /&gt;16.Had food poisoning &lt;br /&gt;17.Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18.Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;19.Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21.Hitchhiked&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23.Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Run a Marathon (LA Marathon baby...all 26.2 miles of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;28.Seen a total eclipse &lt;br /&gt;29.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset (not too many sunrises anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;32.Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;33.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seen an Amish community (they make awesome food!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;35.Had enough money to be truly satisfied &lt;br /&gt;36.Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;37.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Seen Michelangelo’s David.&lt;br /&gt;39.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sung karaoke (Livin la vida loca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;41.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;43.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44.Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;45.Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;46.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;48.Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris (next year when we visit Kristen in Italy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;49.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;51.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone to a drive-in theatre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;53.Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;54.Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;55.Started a business&lt;br /&gt;56.Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;57.Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;58.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;59.Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;60.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63.Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;64.Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;65.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flown in a helicopter (Honeymoon in Hawaii = AWESOME!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saved a favourite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;69.Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;70.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;72.Been fired from a job (almost!)&lt;br /&gt;73.Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;74.Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;75.Been on a speeding motorcycle &lt;br /&gt;76.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;77.Published a book&lt;br /&gt;78.Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;79.Bought a brand new car &lt;br /&gt;80.Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;81.Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;82.Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve&lt;br /&gt;83.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;86.Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;87.Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;88.Met someone famous &lt;br /&gt;89.Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;90.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a baby (well my wife did, but I think that qualifies for this question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;93.Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;94.Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;95.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Owned a cell phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.Got flowers for no reason &lt;br /&gt;99.Grown your own vegetables&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-1260139731049492460?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1260139731049492460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=1260139731049492460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/1260139731049492460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/1260139731049492460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have.html' title='I have...'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-1932084972030915550</id><published>2009-05-26T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:18:37.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huntington Pics</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would post some recent pictures of Huntington that I have taken. I love this little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/ShzbBT41eRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/N7JK2rt54xw/s1600-h/_MG_3965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/ShzbBT41eRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/N7JK2rt54xw/s320/_MG_3965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340384073719576850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Shzaci8zJYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZnVxJd1TdTE/s1600-h/_MG_3954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Shzaci8zJYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZnVxJd1TdTE/s320/_MG_3954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340383442107573634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-1932084972030915550?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1932084972030915550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=1932084972030915550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/1932084972030915550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/1932084972030915550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/05/huntington-pics.html' title='Huntington Pics'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/ShzbBT41eRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/N7JK2rt54xw/s72-c/_MG_3965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-1138575136323500149</id><published>2009-05-26T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:11:07.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC</title><content type='html'>I saw this video on my brother's blog and thought I would find it and post it on mine as well.  This is seriously one of the coolest things I have seen.  Why don't they do these sorts of things in America.  If they do, why don't I know about it?? Americans are BORING.  Would have been so cool to have been there in the midst of this crowd.  Makes you think that people want to be a part of something bigger than themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS FOR SHARING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orukqxeWmM0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/orukqxeWmM0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-1138575136323500149?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1138575136323500149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=1138575136323500149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/1138575136323500149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/1138575136323500149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/05/epic.html' title='EPIC'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-8561427534244438266</id><published>2009-05-07T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:58:47.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages</title><content type='html'>I look at my life and realize that I am in a different stage of life now that many of my friends do not understand.  When I got married I was in a different stage and to some degree my friendships changed because now I was the married guy who didn't get invited to do things as much because I probably didn't want to go or couldn't go.  Now I am a father and a husband who is in a different stage and to some degree my friendships are changing again.  I feel left out, uninvited, the guy with the kid that "probably can't come."  Because all of this gets to the core of my insecurity, I feel hurt; and like I have always done when I get hurt, I withdraw.  I withdraw from EVERYONE, my wife, my son, friends, coworkers, family.  I go into hiding from those relationships that I crave to engage with.  It seems ironic that the very relationships that I miss and want to be around I withdraw from, but at those moments, for some reason, I don't feel safe.  Now I know these men care for me deeply, but for some reason I choose to believe that they don't need me anymore.  Even if that were true, which I don't for a second believe, I still need them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-8561427534244438266?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8561427534244438266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=8561427534244438266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/8561427534244438266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/8561427534244438266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/05/stages.html' title='Stages'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-2483057688475022860</id><published>2009-04-29T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:35:42.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana and Ada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sfk4XjGKI5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/fyz1rcg5znA/s1600-h/CIMG0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sfk4XjGKI5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/fyz1rcg5znA/s320/CIMG0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330353611178910610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came to Phoenix this weekend to visit Huntington mostly, but I am OK with that.  I understand that everything changes when you have a kid.  It really is no longer about me or about Jill, it is all about Huntington.  I have loved watching my parents with Huntington.  I love that they have the opportunity, as grandparents, to love on my son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad sometimes because I know my parents would love to see Huntington more often, but because of location don’t get to.  I understand that in their hearts they want their grandchildren to know who they are and love going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house, or in this case, Nana and Ada’s house.  It is hard to communicate to my parents that he is only 6 months old and doesn’t really “recognize” anyone other than Jill and I.  In my heart I want my children to love going to Nana and Ada’s house, to MawMaw and Grandpa’s house, and to Grandma’s house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-2483057688475022860?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2483057688475022860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=2483057688475022860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/2483057688475022860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/2483057688475022860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/04/nana-and-ada.html' title='Nana and Ada'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sfk4XjGKI5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/fyz1rcg5znA/s72-c/CIMG0672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-2477880119615447212</id><published>2009-04-24T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:52:53.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen Kay Snyder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/SfJPaFpjkWI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OoV-a9Iimi8/s1600-h/100_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/SfJPaFpjkWI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OoV-a9Iimi8/s320/100_0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328408618744385890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing friend you have been.  I have loved the opportunity to do life with you these last 5 years.  You have been such an integral part of my story during my time here at GCU.  I don't know what I would have done many days without your office dance parties, crazy jokes, and random lip syncing.  Your constant enthusiasm for life has brightened my heart and the hearts of others in the office.  You bring joy to the lives of those who have the privilege of being in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved having the opportunity to watch you grow into the freedom of knowing who you are in Jesus.  You have grown so much in trusting Jesus with who He says you are and finding your identity in Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot adequately communicate the tremendous impact your life has had in the lives of my family.  I am proud to call you my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill, Huntington, and I will miss you greatly my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-2477880119615447212?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2477880119615447212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=2477880119615447212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/2477880119615447212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/2477880119615447212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/04/kristen-kay-snyder.html' title='Kristen Kay Snyder'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/SfJPaFpjkWI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OoV-a9Iimi8/s72-c/100_0661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-5454713031240240008</id><published>2009-04-16T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:41:29.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Today I had the opportunity to protect a student’s heart.  I am honored that students consider me someone to be trusted with their lives.  This is why I do what I do. I love that I have the opportunity to do life with students in which there is a mutual trust and vulnerability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-5454713031240240008?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5454713031240240008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=5454713031240240008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/5454713031240240008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/5454713031240240008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-8678485641484868676</id><published>2009-04-15T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:48:06.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurity</title><content type='html'>My wife and I were just talking the other day about some friends of ours who just got married and their relationship.  It seems like, by observing them from the outside in, that both of them operate out of a lot of insecurity.  Jealousy and/or making the other feel guilty or stupid for doing something they didn’t agree with, often comes up in their conversation over the course of a day.  Now usually it is not said harshly or rudely, but is often masked under the guise of “just joking.” I don’t write this in judgment of their relationship, but because it reminds of past relationships I was involved in.  It is a vivid reminder of the insecurity I used to not just live in, but clothed myself in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our insecurity, whether it is with body image, speaking ability, looks, performance, is always a consequence of unresolved sin in our life.  Insecurity is almost always a result of hurt that we have caused others or hurt that has been done to us.  At some point in our life it was communicated to us that we weren’t good enough the way we were so we cower in fear to a place that is safe, a place where we feel like we are in control, and where we feel like we have the ability to determine what is beautiful and acceptable.  The only problem is that in this place we still do not see truth clearly and as long as we are hiding true healing can never take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at how I used to operate in the midst of relationships, be it with friends, girls, or family, and I can look back and see how much I engaged in those relationships out of insecurity.  My unresolved sin produced insecurity, which produced jealousy, which produced me trying to manipulate and control by shaming and guilting those that I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has used my relationship with my wife to bring about healing to a lot of my insecurity.  Through the process of taking off the masks and trusting my wife with who I really am  my wife has been gracious in her protection of that vulnerability.  In my moments of complete vulnerability my wife did not use disclosed struggles, fears, or hindrances to guilt me or shame me into “being a better person.”  My wife has shown me grace, has trusted Jesus with who I am and who He has created me to be, and has stood with me in my fears.  God has used my relationship with my wife to communicate His love and protection of me.  He is the perfect protector in my fears, struggles, and false expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the theme for the last couple months has been one of awareness.  I think I have become more aware than ever of my faults, hurts, and unresolved sin issues in my life.  I have even become more aware of how those affect the people that I love.  Jesus continues to use relationships to bring about healing in the midst of great struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we ever think that we can do this journey alone?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-8678485641484868676?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8678485641484868676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=8678485641484868676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/8678485641484868676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/8678485641484868676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/04/insecurity.html' title='Insecurity'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-1681635308048460217</id><published>2009-04-11T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:11:39.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>Today it hit me that I only have 3 weeks until graduation and until the end of my time with my students.  I will be here until the end of May, but most of the students will leave for the summer on or around May 3rd.  I guess up until now I haven't really thought about the reality that for many of the students that I have had the opportunity to do life with at school, I will no longer do life with.  My heart is flooded with emotions as I begin to think about that reality.  While this year has probably been one of the most difficult years in Student Life professionally, emotionally, and spiritually, I can look back on this year and at least cherish the memories of doing life with great students and mostly everyone in my office. I guess the most difficult part of facing the reality of leaving Canyon is dealing with the fact that I am not in control of how things will turn out.  I guess for the last 5 years I have felt a sense fo responsibility to protect the hearts of students and the office.  I have tried to intentionally communicate to students and to those I work with the truth of who they are in Christ.  I have tried to convey the truth that God is after their hearts, He desires for them to live in the freedom of His grace, and that they would seek the abundant life of freedom in who He has created them to be.  That is a truth that is sometimes taught from the stage of the Gathering, but more often modeled in the journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am coming to the very harsh reality that I will no longer have the opportunity to protect the hearts of those I love at Canyon.  I now have to place my trust in Jesus that he will protect the hearts of those I am leaving.  I know in my heart that it is Jesus who is ultimately responsible for the protection of hearts and of truth, but I do believe that He places people in our lives to model His love, protection, and truth.  I hope that I have been a good representation of those things to students and staff of Canyon during my time here. I know I have not always done it perfectly.  In fact, there are specific times that I can recall that because of my own insecurities, fears, and desire for some sense of control, I have hurt people, not spoken truth, and have been harsh. I hope that in those times my heart has been sensitive to seek forgiveness and restitution of those relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difficult part of leaving Canyon is that I have seen how insecurity, fear, and desire for control can manipulate, harm, and wound souls by shaming and guilting people.  I have seen the affects that one man can have on the lives of many in a very real and harmful way.  I have seen how the consequences of unresolved sin issues and undealt with life experiences can affect those you lead and are responsible for.  I have seen students withdraw behind masks because they feel unworthy, unacceptable, and not good enough the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I leave the hearts of these students in your hands.  Your truth is more powerful than the insecurity of one man.  May you reveal to the hearts of students the truth of who they are in you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-1681635308048460217?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1681635308048460217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=1681635308048460217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/1681635308048460217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/1681635308048460217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-5248262267885872436</id><published>2009-01-08T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:02:58.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Dreamy</title><content type='html'>So I have often wondered, as I am sure many others have as well, what purpose dreams serve.  I have always wondered why we have dreams, where they come from, and why I can only sometimes remember what they were.  We have amazing dreams and when we wake up we are elated and have a smile on our face.  We have horrible dreams or nightmares and when we wake up we find the sheets drenched in cold sweat.  Do we dream every night?  There are those dreams that as soon as you wake up you try as hard as you can to remember it because it was just that good.  Then there are those dreams that as soon as you wake up there is this sudden emotion of guilt or shame.  Isn't weird how dreams evoke emotions.  You can wake up in a great mood, happy, excited, or filled with guilt and shame.  You can wake up angry at your wife for something she did or said in your dream yet that emotion carries over to reality once the alarm clock starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buzzing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have figured out at least one of the reasons we dream.  I think that sometimes we experience emotions that are tied to experiences in our dreams in order to warn, inform, or give us insight into what will be true in reality.  In the past I can remember having a few dreams where I have woken up in a cold sweat and feeling so guilty for kissing a girl that was not my girlfriend or for doing something wrong  that everyone found out.  My head pops off my pillow and my first thought is, "Oh my gosh, I am so glad that was just a dream!" What if we dream dreams in order to experience events, emotions, rewards, or consequences that you normally wouldn't in reality?  Just a thought.  Maybe you can dream about it tonight and let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-5248262267885872436?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5248262267885872436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=5248262267885872436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/5248262267885872436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/5248262267885872436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/01/simply-dreamy.html' title='Simply Dreamy'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-3971144157266743305</id><published>2008-12-30T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:25:52.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/SVr0F5MQpYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/PDyvBWPZnEg/s1600-h/IMG_2506_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/SVr0F5MQpYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/PDyvBWPZnEg/s320/IMG_2506_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285805494761465218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that there is no greater joy for me right now than making my son smile.  I don't care if I look like or sound like a complete idiot in the airport, in the mall, or any other public place when I talk "baby talk" to my son because the smile that consumes his face is worth every weird look from a stranger.  He is such a happy baby!  He is even beginning to talk.  It is so fun translating his his coos, ahhs, and oohhs into adult language.  I LOVE BEING A DAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-3971144157266743305?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/3971144157266743305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=3971144157266743305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/3971144157266743305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/3971144157266743305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-smiles.html' title='All Smiles'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/SVr0F5MQpYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/PDyvBWPZnEg/s72-c/IMG_2506_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-6626829941196311902</id><published>2008-11-26T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:39:43.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I knew that  I would learn some different lessons of life when I became a father.  I mean I am a brand new father so everything was going to be a new experience for me.  Well there have been plenty of new experiences like changing a diaper and warm yellow pee shooting straight into my face or green mushy poop getting all over my hand.  There have been difficult experiences, as the joy of having a brand new son at home gives way to fear when he throws up all over the floor, not able to keep any food down, and feeling so frustrated because there is nothing I can do to make it stop.  There have been selfish experiences like when I just want to chill, catch my breath, and watch a little football on a Sunday but it's feeding time or a diaper needs to be changed.  There have been irreplaceable experiences like the times when I get to see Jill look into Huntington's eyes as she consoles him, the times when he looks up at me and gets the biggest smile on his face, the times when he will turn his head and look at me when he hears my voice, the times where I just get to hold my son in my arms.  I love those times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think through all of these experiences I have begun to learn what it means to truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GIVE&lt;/span&gt; because my default response in a lot of those experiences is, "geez can't a guy just get a little alone time?"  Though I am learning to look to Jill's needs and Huntington's needs before my own.  I am beginning to understand that there is great joy in meeting the needs of others, specifically those of my family.  I am beginning to understand that there is great joy in giving my time, energy, and attention to Jill and Huntington.  I understand that I need to take care of myself too and get my alone time when I can, but that is where having a wonderful wife who wants to meet my needs comes in.  Jill has been amazing at understanding who I am and meeting my need of having some alone time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed this Thanksgiving that I get to do life and all of its new experiences with such an amazing wife and woman - THANK YOU JILL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-6626829941196311902?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6626829941196311902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=6626829941196311902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/6626829941196311902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/6626829941196311902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-344657736260083032</id><published>2008-07-28T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:37:43.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>So I have noticed that at times my outward appearance of sacrifice is motivated by a heart of selfishness.  How can this be?  I have noticed that sometimes I give, sacrifice my time, serve others so that on the outside it looks like I am serving, but I do it so that people will recognize me for those sacrifices.  The other day I found myself being angry that I was not receiving recognition for serving.  My heart was being selfish in serving.  I was focused more on myself in the midst of serving others.  I was serving not for the sake of others or for the Kingdom's sake, but for my own sake!  I am amazed sometimes at my capacity for sin even in the midst of serving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-344657736260083032?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/344657736260083032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=344657736260083032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/344657736260083032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/344657736260083032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/07/selfish-sacrifice.html' title='Selfish Sacrifice'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-5284518547925691844</id><published>2008-06-23T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:17:48.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childish</title><content type='html'>This morning I listened to a sermon by Matt Chandler who is the pastor at The Village church in Texas.  He was speaking on the difference between being childlike verses being childish.  In the sermon he made a statement regarding his kids, that it is he and his wife's responsibility to "encourage, foster, and nourish a childlike wonder and awe of Christ in their children and to discipline out the childish things."  He goes on to explain the difference between childish things and childlike things.   As I prepare to be a new dad I find these words to be some of the most challenging and yet the most comforting.  For me it puts into perspective healthy discipline.  I do not want to discipline my kids for being childlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also stirs up in me a sort of internal comfort with who I am right now.  See many times I take a step back and wonder to myself, "Anthony you are 30 years old, why are you dressing up in 80s clothes and going bowling with a bunch of college students?  Why are you dressing up in the Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-A cow suit and doing a lip sync competition?  Should 30 year old men be doing this sort of thing?  Anthony you are about to have a kid, it's time to grow up."  After hearing some of the words in the sermon I felt this peace come over my spirit as if to say, "Anthony, I never want you to stop being childlike, being full of joyful life, and enjoying the wonder and awe of who I am.  This is who I have created you to be...a quirky, silly, crazy, spontaneous, introvert, who loves to hang out with people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we always be childlike in life and in faith!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-5284518547925691844?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5284518547925691844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=5284518547925691844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/5284518547925691844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/5284518547925691844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/06/childish.html' title='Childish'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050448660807909801.post-7382174953573721339</id><published>2008-06-17T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:30:56.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Today I join the ranks of the intellectual elite, the creative geniuses, the crazy people who vomit random thoughts, otherwise known as the BLOGGER.  I have decided to try to put into words the random and often chaotic thoughts that fly trough my brain.  My hope is that as I try to capture those thoughts you, the reader, would catch a glimpse of my mind, my thoughts, and my heart...Good Luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8050448660807909801-7382174953573721339?l=kommonnonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/7382174953573721339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8050448660807909801&amp;postID=7382174953573721339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/7382174953573721339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8050448660807909801/posts/default/7382174953573721339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kommonnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/06/join-club.html' title='Join the club'/><author><name>Ant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01135892327073382610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HdfAj3i6Iqw/Sh8Vr3qH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jIBPszT8aFE/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
