<?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-5418266</id><updated>2011-10-04T14:20:35.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog of Ig</title><subtitle type='html'>Ig's thoughts, rants, raves, cheers, jeers, ponderings, introspectives, musings, inspirations... you get the idea.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-2224822348572481611</id><published>2011-10-04T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:20:35.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking, drinking, and laughter...</title><summary type='text'>I don't know why I smoke.  It just makes me more nervous and jittery than I already am.  But it, as well as alcohol and many other things, is an addiction.  I'm not using that as an excuse (please read the scripture link).

"I'm on the wagon."  A good way to remember what the "wagon" is: The "wagon" is a water wagon.  I very much prefer to "ride" as opposed to walking (or running away!), sleeping</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/2224822348572481611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/2224822348572481611'/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-5617460768883638373</id><published>2011-10-02T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:25:05.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts...

I'm sitting here eating, smoking, and wasting time when I could be writing down my thoughts.  Hmmm...

I've been playing much more guitar lately.  My finger callouses were pretty gone, but now I almost have them "up to par".  I love playing the acoustic guitar and have always loved playing since I learned the instrument in 1974, thanks to my good friend, R. C., who is in my prayers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/5617460768883638373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/5617460768883638373'/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-5508915804890507753</id><published>2011-10-01T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:33:42.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Praise God!  I haven't had a drink in five weeks!  I have to give the glory to Him because it's an answer to many prayers. I couldn't do it on just my strength alone.  I can only pray that this will be encouragment to others.

Now, all I have to do is work on smoking, but that shouldn't be much of a problem.  I've only been smoking for a little over a year. :-{

"Seek justice, love mercy, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/5508915804890507753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/5508915804890507753'/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-309547650811323456</id><published>2011-08-04T07:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T07:23:16.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, once again, I've stayed up all night drinking.  God, help me.  I'm smarter than this. I'm stronger than this. I guess I forgot how to reach deep down inside and find the strength to overcome things that seem to rule my life. But, I haven't lost faith in Christ. He's seen me through many struggles... so many. And, I'm not going to quit believing now. I can only hope that this will serve as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/309547650811323456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/309547650811323456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#309547650811323456' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-6632293742138477963</id><published>2009-03-10T03:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:49:45.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please forgive me, Lord.Please forgive me, Lord, for drinking "strong drink", as Your word puts it in Proverbs.  I guess I am somewhat addicted to the initial euphoria that comes with drinking.  Please deliver me from the desire... You know exactly what I mean.  Thank You, God!In Jesus' name,Amen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/6632293742138477963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/6632293742138477963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6632293742138477963' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-3475956614180811814</id><published>2007-03-01T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:13:15.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking for an old friend...I'm looking for an old friend by the name of Kevin Mayo.  He used to live in Harrisonville, Missouri, and we were pretty good friends for about 10 years.  Kevin, if you come across this post, please email me at ddenney@gmail.com.  Thanks, and God bless!ig &gt;&lt;&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/3475956614180811814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/3475956614180811814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3475956614180811814' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-115850650339497284</id><published>2006-09-17T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T10:25:16.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woe is me...I've always wanted to excel in something... anything. But, looking back through my 50 years, it doesn't seem like there was one thing that I excelled in. And, most likely, there won't be in the future.Some would say that I excel in acoustic guitar playing. That's based on the fact that I know how to do a few things that impress friends, even other guitar players. But, truth be known, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/115850650339497284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/115850650339497284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115850650339497284' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-113799789598161779</id><published>2006-01-23T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:38:10.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ancient gay bashing?Irish Bog Mummy Used Hair GelBy Rossella Lorenzi, Discovery NewsJan. 19, 2006— Evidence for Iron Age male vanity has emerged from an Irish peat bog, according to archaeologists who discovered the savagely murdered bodies of two prehistoric men.Named after the places in central Ireland where they were found in 2003 — Croghan Hill and Clonycavan — the bog men, both over 2,300 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/113799789598161779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/113799789598161779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113799789598161779' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-113525040978926652</id><published>2005-12-22T05:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T05:22:03.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate my life.I hate my life.ig</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/113525040978926652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/113525040978926652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113525040978926652' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-111672877049885659</id><published>2005-05-21T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:26:10.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please leave comment...Today's my birthday. Wow, I'm getting old!If you're reading this, make my day and please leave a comment. I just wonder if anyone ever reads these posts. Thanks!Ig &lt;&gt;&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/111672877049885659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/111672877049885659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111672877049885659' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-111509902575691491</id><published>2005-05-03T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T01:07:56.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Runaway bride" - my thoughts:Hey, gotta get away and think? ROAD TRIP, DUDE! Oh wait... that's illegal now. When did this country become communist?Seriously, this world, or at least this country (US), can't seem to find any kindness, forgiveness, etc, in their hearts. We always seem to have a person convicted before they're even tried. And when they ARE tried and convicted, we seem to want the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/111509902575691491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/111509902575691491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111509902575691491' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-110706902140451519</id><published>2005-01-30T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:10:21.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye Spot...You were the best cat we could've had for the past 12 years. You will be missed.ig &lt;&gt;&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/110706902140451519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/110706902140451519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110706902140451519' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-108434247358727251</id><published>2004-05-12T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T01:14:33.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate insomnia.I'll let the post title speak for itself.ig &lt;&gt;&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/108434247358727251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/108434247358727251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108434247358727251' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-108269656010313431</id><published>2004-04-23T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T00:05:39.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life's a bit easier...I've recently discovered news feeds via RSS (XML). It's nice to have all the news you want from one reader (aggregator).ig &lt;&gt;&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/108269656010313431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/108269656010313431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108269656010313431' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105919910564756481</id><published>2003-07-26T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T01:03:09.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>His shoulders...I currently have a lot of things that normally would weigh a person down to the point of insanity. My son is about to become homeless (long story); I'm about to become a grandfather but there are strong signs of a problem with the pregnancy; I was just denied Social Security once again, yet I'm disabled; my father could die at any time, etc.I put everything on God's shoulders.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105919910564756481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105919910564756481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105919910564756481' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105722894933451719</id><published>2003-07-03T05:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T05:42:29.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is sleep my enemy?I don't think so. But I'm getting very sick and tired of having bad dreams that make me wake up screaming.ig &lt;&gt;&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105722894933451719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105722894933451719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105722894933451719' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105651778975459501</id><published>2003-06-25T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T00:23:10.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lord's Prayer..."Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Your name,Your kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.Give us today our daily bread.Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen."Matthew 6:9-13The Lord's prayer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105651778975459501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105651778975459501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105651778975459501' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105598310378598858</id><published>2003-06-18T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T19:39:15.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good news...Study: Mental Fitness Wards Off Dementia/Alzheimer'sBy JEFF DONN, Associated Press Writer BOSTON (AP) -- An absorbing book or a challenging crossword puzzle may keep your mind more than busy. It may keep it healthy, too, according to a 21-year study of mental breakdown in old age.Read the entire article here!ig &lt;&gt;&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105598310378598858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105598310378598858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105598310378598858' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105578010221897363</id><published>2003-06-16T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T11:15:02.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the Day...The Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for June 16 is: Davy Jones's locker   \day-vee-joanz-LAH-ker\   noun     : the bottom of the ocean Example sentence:     The old seaman shook his head sadly and said, "That ship was sunk on a reef three years ago, and every poor soul aboard sent to Davy Jones's locker." Did you know?     Was there a real Davy Jones? Folks have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105578010221897363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105578010221897363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105578010221897363' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105570247726944747</id><published>2003-06-15T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T13:41:17.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday's photo shoot...Yesterday I shot a few rolls of film for my son's band. He's a very good drummer for a somewhat local Christian rock band. It's been quite some time since I've done any photography "for hire", but it's about like riding a bicycle-- you don't forget how. We walked through trails in the woods and got some really nice shots. A couple of them will, hopefully, end up on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105570247726944747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105570247726944747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105570247726944747' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105527332446087715</id><published>2003-06-10T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T14:28:44.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lord's Prayer..."Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Your name,Your kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.Give us today our daily bread.Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen."Matthew 6:9-13The Lord's prayer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105527332446087715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105527332446087715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105527332446087715' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105522233227799063</id><published>2003-06-10T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T00:34:49.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ain't it nice?Ain't it nice?I think we all need to simply look up at the sky once a day or so. Maybe compare the green trees to the blue hue of the sky. It's somewhat cathartic to me, maybe even therapeutic. This photo is simple-- sky, clouds, and moon. That's all. But isn't it beautiful? God's good!ig &lt;&gt;&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105522233227799063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105522233227799063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105522233227799063' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105512323719309060</id><published>2003-06-08T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T22:04:06.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Self portrait...Hey, it's me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105512323719309060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105512323719309060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105512323719309060' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105456473497687658</id><published>2003-06-02T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T09:38:55.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lord's Prayer..."Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Your name,Your kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.Give us today our daily bread.Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen."Matthew 6:9-13The Lord's prayer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105456473497687658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105456473497687658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105456473497687658' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105432290304233921</id><published>2003-05-30T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T14:31:36.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye Dad... sort of...Yesterday I learned that my father, who lives about 1800 miles away from me, has got very little time left on this earth. He lives in a rest home with hospice and can only eat puréed food. And he rarely eats all of his food, usually about 30-75 percent. He can only talk in a whisper because of some damage done during surgery. I can't get out there to visit him for "the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105432290304233921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105432290304233921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105432290304233921' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105421768134425500</id><published>2003-05-29T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T15:24:00.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some excerpts...Here are a few excerpts from my trivia page. Click on the link at the right for the entire trivia webpage.Antarctica got its first ATM (automatic [bank] teller machine) in 1997.Antarctica is technically a desert (frozen desert) since the continent gets less than ten inches of precipitation per year.Less than one percent of the continent of Antarctica is exposed (not covered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105421768134425500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105421768134425500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105421768134425500' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105407384091793271</id><published>2003-05-27T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T17:17:20.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random trivia...Did you know that Antarctica has a mountain that is over 16,000 feet tall? It's named "Vinson Massif". Sources vary with their information, but at the most, it is 16,860 feet (5,139 meters) tall. I had no idea. I never knew there were any mountains in Antarctica.I love trivia. I started writing down bits of information around 1990 and haven't stopped. Of course, now I use the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105407384091793271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105407384091793271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105407384091793271' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105400590765807233</id><published>2003-05-26T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T22:36:05.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All above average?If everyone was above average, then everyone would also be average and below average because there would be no standard for "average". What is the standard for average, anyway? I know that to find the average in a mathematical situation, you take the high and low and add them and then divide by two (just for a very simplistic example).I don't mean to make your head spin. It's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105400590765807233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105400590765807233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105400590765807233' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105388773413053137</id><published>2003-05-25T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T22:36:44.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tolerance...People get frustrated when I don't hear them and they have to repeat what they said. Why? Why do I almost feel guilty because I didn't understand something that was said? God forbid that I go through the process of going deaf. We all know that it's usually a gradual process. If something happened and I became deaf tomorrow, people would be tolerant of that situation. They seem to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105388773413053137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105388773413053137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105388773413053137' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105383315317779340</id><published>2003-05-24T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T22:37:14.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glass half full?When you look at a glass that is half filled with liquid, do you see the glass as half-full or half-empty? I'm a "glass half-full" kind of guy. I always have been. I've always tried to look on the bright side of things. I hope that doesn't make you sick. :-) Seriously, I know many people who just don't seem to have the ability to see the glass as half-full. They, in my opinion, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105383315317779340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105383315317779340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105383315317779340' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105381357102255945</id><published>2003-05-24T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T22:37:40.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blank...I'm so blank today. I feel like I'm somewhat "braindead"-- crickets and tumbleweeds. I'm like "Ig sans cognition."ig &lt;&gt;&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105381357102255945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105381357102255945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105381357102255945' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105369543203681723</id><published>2003-05-23T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T22:38:20.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too much angst..."And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you."(Ephesians 4:30-32 NIV)There is entirely too much angst in this world. Take rush hour</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105369543203681723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105369543203681723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105369543203681723' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105366684894530509</id><published>2003-05-23T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T22:38:51.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unsolicited email - spam...Someone *HAS* to put a stop to spam! I hate spam. I wonder if there's anyone that actually likes spam. I also hate porn. I hate being forced to read crappy porno stuff even if it's in the subject line. I guess it's not enough for them to be addicted to porn-- they have to try and recruit as many others as they can. Misery loves company. The world (including myself) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105366684894530509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105366684894530509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105366684894530509' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418266.post-105363899937881418</id><published>2003-05-22T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T22:39:24.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My first blog... ever!Yesterday was my 47th birthday. What is 47 supposed to feel like? I dunno. I think we all have three different ages-- biological, subjective (how you feel physically), and mental. Mentally, I'm definitely not 47. Subjectively, I'm probably twice my age, unfortunately. I have CFS-- Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. If you're not familiar with CFS, you can read all about it at http:/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105363899937881418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418266/posts/default/105363899937881418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igaxtax.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105363899937881418' title=''/><author><name>Ig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1rh5da9SA0/SKsA-W94n_I/AAAAAAAAAss/zp-84K9R3fY/S220/ApolloDaveSm.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
