<?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-38309345</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:51:44.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-3219521188990428001</id><published>2009-06-17T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:46:06.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving in the next couple months</title><content type='html'>Did you ever notice that you are a driving gawker?  When I was a young guy I pretty much looked in every window to see what people looked like.  This usually took place on 4 lane high ways.  The odd thing is when I looked the other driver would look back at me and it seemed ok.  Well now that I am older I don't look in peoples windows when I pass them or get passed.  In the next month I will make an effort to look into people's windows to see what has changed since I was 16 years old.   I think people in IL are window gawkers but that is just an observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will be driving a lot.  I am going to Holland, MI for a week for CIY.  I am going to Louisville, KY for the North American the week after.  And head to my bro's for 4th of July making a pit stop in Bedford, IN.  All in 2 weeks.  This is going to be fun but the drive back from IL is going to BLOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-3219521188990428001?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/3219521188990428001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=3219521188990428001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/3219521188990428001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/3219521188990428001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2009/06/driving-in-next-couple-months.html' title='Driving in the next couple months'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-2496749422198402831</id><published>2009-06-10T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:58:03.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9-5</title><content type='html'>Over the summer I get the luxury of working 9-5.  Since kids are mostly bored during the day and do stuff at night I get to get out of the office and into the street.  I love it though I have all night to do whatever I want on multiple occasions.  Only thing is now I have to find stuff to do at night.  Either way this summer has been a blast so far doing the 9-5 and doing cookouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-2496749422198402831?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2496749422198402831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=2496749422198402831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/2496749422198402831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/2496749422198402831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2009/06/9-5.html' title='9-5'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-1570242402107141708</id><published>2009-02-11T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:35:23.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Childrens Ministry keep looking better and better</title><content type='html'>First off my position at the church I'm at is the Jr./Sr. High minister.  That position requires requires to entertain better than online gaming, MTV, and texting/cell phone.  It requires taking most night out of the week and weekends.  You deal with kids who are changing dramatically who don't know who they are, where they are going, and what are they doing?  Don't believe me?  Ask any one of them where they are going their answer is I don't know.  They form cliques and shove people out of them they don't want.  In school they live in a dog eat dog society.  Over half of them are scared and broken from divorce and dealing with life smacking them in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's Ministry is easy mode.  You have most of your night, weekends, and deal with them being scared of the dark.  Why did I choose the position I did?  I'm not really sure but Children's Ministry looks better all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Children's Ministers are lame and Student Ministers are cool.  And Jr. Sr. High kids are cool  other than that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-1570242402107141708?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/1570242402107141708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=1570242402107141708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/1570242402107141708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/1570242402107141708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-childrens-ministry-keep-looking.html' title='Why Childrens Ministry keep looking better and better'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-6027730047965747012</id><published>2009-01-29T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:10:49.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's strange creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eotEEUNatKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/eotEEUNatKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sloth.  He/She has very nonfunctional hands and moves WEIRD what other animals look weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-6027730047965747012?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/6027730047965747012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=6027730047965747012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6027730047965747012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6027730047965747012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2009/01/gods-strange-creations.html' title='God&apos;s strange creations'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-4495384677152118243</id><published>2009-01-05T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:45:51.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/main.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am not a big fan of Kirk Camron or much of any Christian films I would recommend this movie.  It really is an encouragement for marriage and why you get married in the first place.  It drives home that marriage can get really rough but that God and willingness to fix problems is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit acting sometimes is a bit cheesy but the story is good.  They use a lot of church language but hey that is who put the movie together.  If your married it is a good encouragement and I'll assume that at least for men you will find yourself agreeing with the husband and seeing where some of your thinking is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it hope you do to, if you can see it in a theater i would advise doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-4495384677152118243?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/4495384677152118243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=4495384677152118243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/4495384677152118243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/4495384677152118243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2009/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-5434740047764043465</id><published>2008-12-03T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:17:52.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys are funny</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as I do every Tuesday I pick up 15 boys from the school for our after school program at the church.  They always have something to complain about but it is usually that the girls ride in the white bus and boys ride in the red van.  I mean the white van is cooler but I don't like driving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I usually lead us to the school and always get to the church a split second faster than the girls.  Every week the boys gloat, hoot, and holler about how they won or I should speed up.  It is rather amusing the the 4 minute ride.  Well this week I told the other driver lets have the girls win just to see what the boys would say/do.  As we were leaving the school the boys were having a fit, because they were losing.  So I went against my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always take the same route but this time I turned on the highway and went that way.  I or they didn't know if they were winning or losing but they were excited.  When we got to the stop sign that intersected our normal route the girls were behind and we ended up beating them once again.  It was like winning the Super Bowl for them, so as I drove to victory I sent them all in to play.  Maybe I am as bad as those boys and losing is not an option.  Even if the other team (bus full of girls) doesn't even know they "lost"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-5434740047764043465?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/5434740047764043465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=5434740047764043465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/5434740047764043465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/5434740047764043465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/12/boys-are-funny.html' title='Boys are funny'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-787520650964705260</id><published>2008-11-19T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:06:42.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SSQ3T1luT8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/aD6rFJDAOZY/s1600-h/Yoshi+Up+Close.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/_sEurxgLSisE/SSQ3T1luT8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/aD6rFJDAOZY/s320/Yoshi+Up+Close.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270398277872668610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how long people have been saying that a dog is a man's best friend.  Why?  Is it because you can chose when you want to love them and ignore them.  That they are there no matter what.  They chase balls and sticks when you throw them.  They pay attention what your doing all the time.  While I think all of those are true I learned something about dogs that is kinda unique unfortunately my dog Yoshi is ill equipped for this attribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week I went rabbit hunting with my father in law for the 2nd time.  The first time I was just concerned that I didn't shoot someone or something I shouldn't.  But they have a dog named Trigger.  Trigger is a beagle and something inherent about them is they like to hunt.  Not only hunt but dig, chase, and go places you don't want to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbits run in circles and will eventually run back to their home which is in some brush pile.  Trigger goes and chases them out, but the dog (tries) to chase them toward you.  Although I didn't get a rabbit I just thought it was cool.  He did chase one out in the open for me but if I shot it had a possibility of shooting a cow and barn so I didn't.  Even if your not a hunter (which I am not) you should go out with dogs you will learn a new appreciation for something that is natural to them and beneficial for the hunter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-787520650964705260?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/787520650964705260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=787520650964705260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/787520650964705260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/787520650964705260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-knows-how-long-people-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SSQ3T1luT8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/aD6rFJDAOZY/s72-c/Yoshi+Up+Close.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-6262451298815002001</id><published>2008-11-04T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:25:10.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it possible</title><content type='html'>Taking a look back in history you see the social significance of the church and those who are Christians.  We created and sustained two of the greatest institutions in the west  Schools and Hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in schools people cry out we need separation the church was pushed out of the very thing they helped come to life.  And universities that seem almost a hatred to the church that stood to help teach doctors and preachers.  How did we the front lines of creating these places become pushed out and beaten down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals also have the same story but our health care is crazy.  I was talking to Randy and he went to the "Good Samaritan Hospital"  But paid out the wazoo to be cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is how God feels when people turn their back on him.  Where he has formed every human in his/her mother's womb and cares for humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the church has no more social significance because we let this happen and don't do anything significant anymore.  I think it is time to dream again and work hard to make it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-6262451298815002001?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/6262451298815002001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=6262451298815002001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6262451298815002001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6262451298815002001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-is-it-possible.html' title='How is it possible'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-2598210921519495897</id><published>2008-09-03T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:21:00.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day YES!!!</title><content type='html'>This labor day was pretty awesome. Since my day off is on Friday and Saturday is a sort of a day off and I didn't have anything to do with Sunday.... I just had somewhat of a vacation. On Friday I was talking to Breauna and we decided we wanted to do something. This something ended up being camping at Hawking Hills State Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to get packing on Saturday and finished Sunday and to my surprise the car was FULL like no more room. I couldn't believe it we were only going to be gone for 24 hours, but the good thing is the only thing we forgot was a can opener. Last time I went camping it was with tyler, nick, Lucas, and myself as we did a podcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went great here are some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       This  one Bre is getting mad at me for taking so many pictures&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bMcpIO5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7U09EU4kWlg/s1600-h/hawk+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bMcpIO5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7U09EU4kWlg/s320/hawk+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241797654455270290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                    Old mans Cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bMnY_54I/AAAAAAAAAEk/hgdNQ4xgNxY/s1600-h/hawk+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bMnY_54I/AAAAAAAAAEk/hgdNQ4xgNxY/s320/hawk+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241797657340405634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      Looks fake but 700 ft walls Ash Cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bNFzy3dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eqquJ8FXXFQ/s1600-h/hawk+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bNFzy3dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eqquJ8FXXFQ/s320/hawk+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241797665505861074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       The most interesting hike.  Basically saying if you stray off the path you might die.  While that isn't totally true there were about 12 different spots if you slipped and fell you have about a 50/50 chance to die or live.  Breauna was getting mad as me saying.  If you slipped here you would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bNVfLBhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TCQ13oHvGOQ/s1600-h/hawk+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bNVfLBhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TCQ13oHvGOQ/s320/hawk+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241797669714331154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliffs here if the tree didn't hold her.. well see above caption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bNsd3wfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_KJe5ehVtw4/s1600-h/hawk+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bNsd3wfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_KJe5ehVtw4/s320/hawk+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241797675882889714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great trip except the end we put most things in the car except the cooler, water jugs, and a few other things.  And some &amp;amp;^$*(#&amp;amp;$@$  stole our chicken and cheddar brats.  Nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.  Food was good we cooked BBQ chicken, corned beef hash, and Polish sausage (since our brats were stolen.)  I like cooking over a fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-2598210921519495897?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2598210921519495897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=2598210921519495897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/2598210921519495897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/2598210921519495897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-yes.html' title='Labor Day YES!!!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SL6bMcpIO5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7U09EU4kWlg/s72-c/hawk+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-1209062958123787508</id><published>2008-08-25T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:55:45.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm too lazy to type</title><content type='html'>I'm sure we have all heard that a small portion of America has had a heavy influence over the whole society.  Listen to Richard Dawkins compelling but very wrong.  Warning these both are like 30 min clips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xe7yf9GJUfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xe7yf9GJUfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to see this get a little more scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3YOIImOoYM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3YOIImOoYM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/38309345-1209062958123787508?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/1209062958123787508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=1209062958123787508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/1209062958123787508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/1209062958123787508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-im-too-lazy-to-type.html' title='Because I&apos;m too lazy to type'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-6407460567797640824</id><published>2008-05-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:02:47.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachlor Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SB8t2Ovuc8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HgFnvXchUT4/s1600-h/PONDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SB8t2Ovuc8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HgFnvXchUT4/s320/PONDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196922904703300546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the wedding is in 26 days there is a lot of excitement between Breauna and I.  We were just talking about how the closer the wedding comes the more we seem to love each other because of a happiness we know it will bring....  (Adam looks around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good stuff is in 24 days.  All my bros and friends are going to show up between Wednesday-Friday.  Most of them I haven't seen in over a year or at least it seems that long or longer.  My intent is to have fun, but what exactly should we do?  I think I got a good plan but this seems like fun to me and maybe not anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Pick up Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-  Boating/ski/tubing&lt;br /&gt;                   Bonfire and cookout at a friends house with everyone that is there&lt;br /&gt;                          Video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-          Sleep in&lt;br /&gt;                          Fish and boat on a private lake  (or maybe skiing this day and fishing on the other)&lt;br /&gt;                          Video Games&lt;br /&gt;                          Rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;                         Rehearsal dinner&lt;br /&gt;                    Bachelor party???  I mean we could do a number of things but I don't know I guess thats up to my Best Man Mr. Tyler Hughes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I got about 7-8 people staying at my house so there should be lots-o-fun but I have a plan B for some of them.  We will people of the water which I know doesn't "float everyones boat"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-6407460567797640824?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/6407460567797640824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=6407460567797640824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6407460567797640824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6407460567797640824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/05/bachlor-party.html' title='Bachlor Party'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SB8t2Ovuc8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HgFnvXchUT4/s72-c/PONDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-4720245314707297788</id><published>2008-04-26T10:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:04:01.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car accident</title><content type='html'>Here is a video I took of the damage. I'm so ticked off right now. But I guess the good thing I'm ok. BTW Juno the movie is pretty good. Bre wasn't with me I was alone. Maybe Ill have to get another sweet car, what kind should I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBGIQ7ZuuiU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBGIQ7ZuuiU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-4720245314707297788?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/4720245314707297788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=4720245314707297788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/4720245314707297788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/4720245314707297788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/04/car-accident_26.html' title='Car accident'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-7559117773016952915</id><published>2008-04-26T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:53:32.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-7559117773016952915?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/7559117773016952915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=7559117773016952915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/7559117773016952915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/7559117773016952915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/04/car-accident.html' title='Car accident'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-9023381976841770300</id><published>2008-04-24T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:27:34.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate him, love him, freaked out by him...</title><content type='html'>Gotta admit he can dance  2nd video is a video on how to moonwalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6GQVdvjAqE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6GQVdvjAqE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second video is really good it explains it really well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EEynvjfljU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EEynvjfljU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/38309345-9023381976841770300?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/9023381976841770300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=9023381976841770300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/9023381976841770300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/9023381976841770300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/04/hate-him-love-him-freaked-out-by-him.html' title='Hate him, love him, freaked out by him...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-7386807095803876291</id><published>2008-04-21T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:02:48.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SAy7YkBrxNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uWAzz3MPseI/s1600-h/breauna+leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SAy7YkBrxNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uWAzz3MPseI/s320/breauna+leg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191730501113332946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my favorite picture to date of Breauna.  Shes too funny and rubbed the leg on my arm after I was grossed out by it.  Funny thing is she found it and picked it up.  While some think its weird I think its cool that she doesn't care.  This would have been a good engagement picture.  Thats why I like this girl, she is not your typical woman and now we know not afraid of animal limbs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-7386807095803876291?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/7386807095803876291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=7386807095803876291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/7386807095803876291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/7386807095803876291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/04/insight-to-this.html' title='Insight to this'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/SAy7YkBrxNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uWAzz3MPseI/s72-c/breauna+leg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-7369246974090399936</id><published>2008-04-15T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:45:59.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was runnin</title><content type='html'>So like in less than 3 weeks I might possibly run this 11k run which basically is 6 miles.  I haven't run in about ohhh.... a year so I go out yesterday feeling good start to stretch out and say to myself, "stretching is for nubs" I am running, running, running, and about mile 2 my ankle gets a tingling sensation, "I should have stretched." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself I'm getting old(er)  I never stretched before soccer practice, in fact I would eat a 2nd luch 10 min before.  But here I am stopping to stretch out, I kept running and it didn't go away so I quit for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I could always do is run, on command, no stretch.  The good thing is I have no pain and no soreness.  But I am getting old(er)  When I wake up and actually look at myself in the mirror for more than 10 sec I notice when I part my hair there seems to be a little balding.  And when I ask people how old they think I am I get 30.  FYI I'm 26.  I told my hair yesterday, "Now don't do anything for like 40 days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will continue running maybe today and probably stretch this time.  I am building up my endurance so that one day I can run around town.  I'm not scared of people seeing me but terrified of the hills that are calling my name.  Maybe Ill do a video of it so you can see for yourself why I want to run it but right now afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion Eat a Burger, get a tan, and sleep in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-7369246974090399936?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/7369246974090399936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=7369246974090399936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/7369246974090399936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/7369246974090399936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-runnin.html' title='I was runnin'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-5514613068072302778</id><published>2008-04-07T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:02:48.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah a fish story</title><content type='html'>Something my dad needs to do is to get a picture of me when we were having a family vacation at lake Michindo and post it. This picture is me when I was pre-teen and quite nerdy looking in my opinion (Usually that is an awkward time for kids). In this picture I am hanging off a bridge squinting my eyes and my glasses are about to fall off my face. But I was a champion holding a little sunfish about the size of a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I caught a pretty big sunfish about the size of a book I was pretty pleased and knew it was going to taste good. After about 1 hour 1/2 I got bored of fishing and Breauna and her sisters were lounging around on the dock. She said there was a pretty big sunfish over there so I just put it in the water and was bobbing it up and down. Little did I know there was going to be a 20" large mouth bass. Took about 3 seconds to reel in after I was over the shock that something that big took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a new picture to post on your file cabinet dad.  And yes my glasses still slide down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well without further ado... Franky the dumbest fish ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R_pezyX-LQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zRUlyYa1__Y/s1600-h/img035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R_pezyX-LQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zRUlyYa1__Y/s320/img035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186562164659203330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R_pe0CX-LRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1bAmRg4OJ0o/s1600-h/img036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R_pe0CX-LRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1bAmRg4OJ0o/s320/img036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186562168954170642" 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/38309345-5514613068072302778?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/5514613068072302778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=5514613068072302778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/5514613068072302778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/5514613068072302778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-yeah-fish-story.html' title='Yeah yeah a fish story'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R_pezyX-LQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zRUlyYa1__Y/s72-c/img035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-7462374289704165495</id><published>2008-04-01T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:56:42.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I like about you</title><content type='html'>Since I'm getting married I get to make a few posts about my woman :)  There are 3 things I have liked about her that I have never seen in any woman in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  She doesn't dwell or really think about if she fails or bad outcomes.  I wish I could remember who it was but this individual kept coming up with excuses on why they shouldn't do something.  Bre just kept on the bright side of things and for every bad thing he could think of she has something positive.  He looked at me and said, "Man I need to have her around me more often."  I told him "that was one of the first things I was attracted to about her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Her confidence in herself is something I've never seen.  She is probably one of the hardest working person I know so she usually stays on top of whatever she is doing (And usually everyone else).  A lot of women wonder if they look good enough all the time.  That isn't really a priority to her, if fact I think I'm more aware of my looks then she is of hers(Not that she really has to worry how good she looks)  Its just odd that things most girls worry about she doesn't really give it a lot of thought.  (I could have made this paragraph simpler but I have no idea how to spell [self-contious]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  She has a servants heart and a heart for God.  I have no question in my mind that God is #1 in her life and has sacrificed a lot of time to help this church out in about 500 different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to wrap all this up my wedding party needs to get fitted by the end of April or you will die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-7462374289704165495?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/7462374289704165495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=7462374289704165495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/7462374289704165495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/7462374289704165495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-i-like-about-you.html' title='What I like about you'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-6339782448480100139</id><published>2008-03-26T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:37:16.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>Recently I haven't really been getting into music.  People complain and complain about music but truth be told in the last 3 years I really thought it was amazing maybe 5 times.  Wanna know what I wanna hear..?  Its what everyone wants to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_AdYnFY_bZ0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_AdYnFY_bZ0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/38309345-6339782448480100139?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/6339782448480100139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=6339782448480100139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6339782448480100139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6339782448480100139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/03/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-5031773727409754319</id><published>2008-03-24T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:40:09.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time for vacation</title><content type='html'>Its been about a year overdue and June is coming up.  Breauna and I are going to the Dominican Republic for the honeymoon.  It is time I get away say goodbye and begin this new life of marriage.  Speaking on that people are so negative about marriage no wonder people don't wanna do it.  Even books and articles to help you seem negative.  I don't read a lot of them but ill write my own and it goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your marriage to last 1.  Don't be a stubborn __________  2.  Listen  I think that about does it.  Either way I'm excited for everything and if people try to prank my house I am planning traps so people better think long and hard if they really want to prank me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-5031773727409754319?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/5031773727409754319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=5031773727409754319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/5031773727409754319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/5031773727409754319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-time-for-vacation.html' title='Its time for vacation'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-1718903190456982848</id><published>2008-03-10T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T09:17:52.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world used to...</title><content type='html'>A long time ago in a far far away galaxy people survived as primitive beings.  I was one of those UNTIL I got my Cellular phone.  I hate them and love them at the same time.  For 1 1/2 days I thought my phone was a goner by falling out of my pocket while sledding.  I received it and found 10 voice mails.  Funny thing is I just got that new number and nobody is giving it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those days it was great.  I knew nobody was going to bother me (it was my day off.)  There was a sense of rest I haven't felt in some time.  I think I should go and throw it in the snow and take a nap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-1718903190456982848?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/1718903190456982848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=1718903190456982848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/1718903190456982848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/1718903190456982848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/03/world-used-to.html' title='The world used to...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-8635104432353760791</id><published>2008-02-18T08:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:02:49.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R7m12JFw2-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bKqWt4RpS54/s1600-h/The+best2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R7m12JFw2-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bKqWt4RpS54/s320/The+best2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168361989142010850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R7mvt5Fw28I/AAAAAAAAADo/Zn_3zooNaGM/s1600-h/The+best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R7mvt5Fw28I/AAAAAAAAADo/Zn_3zooNaGM/s320/The+best.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168355250338323394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people haven't seen our engagement picture.  The bottom one is what we put in the paper.  Shes pretty hot.  Ya know what im sayin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-8635104432353760791?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/8635104432353760791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=8635104432353760791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/8635104432353760791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/8635104432353760791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/02/here.html' title='here'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R7m12JFw2-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bKqWt4RpS54/s72-c/The+best2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-6260863498799000519</id><published>2008-02-18T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:02:49.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R7mTXCEd5_I/AAAAAAAAADY/qRapjtvoXio/s1600-h/adam+cookin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R7mTXCEd5_I/AAAAAAAAADY/qRapjtvoXio/s320/adam+cookin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168324071286237170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on Valentines day.  Breauna and I were in the grocery store trying to figure out what we wanted.  And that popped out and said YES TAKE ME!!!  So nobody knew how to do it and it turned out to be REALLY easy and VERY good.  If your wondering yes the lobster was a alive... until Breauna put it in fresh water and then killed it :)  His name was Frankalitious and was the best lobster I have ever eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Valentines day spirit still alive in all things you must love.  My life right now isn't so picture perfect right now but what I find is the love has superseded the obstacles in my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-6260863498799000519?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/6260863498799000519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=6260863498799000519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6260863498799000519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6260863498799000519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-me-on-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEurxgLSisE/R7mTXCEd5_I/AAAAAAAAADY/qRapjtvoXio/s72-c/adam+cookin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-3282832177619074039</id><published>2007-12-07T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:51:54.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It all started</title><content type='html'>today with my car going into the ditch around 2:00.  Man that was not fun.  Breauna and I went sled riding and the hill was good but we wanted more danger so we went to a really steep hill.  Just before we went off we decided to take a walk into the woods (Snowball fight first) to her favorite part.  We drew stuff in the snow and I drew Will You Marry Me?  Wipped that puppy out and the rest, well isn't for you to know :)  She said she didn't want to be one of those girls who draw attention to it but I doubt she won't.  Its a pretty amazing ring if I must say so but not 1/8 of an amazing woman Breauna is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I always knew I would get married outside.  And a few minutes before she was talking about how people are probably more depressed because they don't get out in nature that much.  Well it was beutiful there and as she says "Perfect"  The trees were coved in fresh snow a faint sound of falling water through the creek and quite peaceful.  Acctually when it's that cold and 4:00 in the afternoon there isn't much going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out and had calamari and Veal, after we got my car out of the ditch.  Great day, new beginings, im excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-3282832177619074039?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/3282832177619074039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=3282832177619074039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/3282832177619074039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/3282832177619074039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-all-started.html' title='It all started'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-4264205507339128851</id><published>2007-12-01T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:17:03.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I did not get one phone call... excluding the one at 12:30 A.M.  That is some sort of record or something, and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if the church has become so friendly and not demanding some sort of respect we don't receive any.  It used to be that the church was "God's House" but scripturally it is your own body.  So the coined phrase, "respect the church it is God's House."  Instead of a place of respect it is becoming something like a school or a community center.  What happens is the people in charge are treated as organizers instead of spiritual leaders.  So then no respect for the leaders turns into no respect for God.  What is left that is holy?  Do you think people still "respect" God/Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I do realize God isn't looking for people to respect but fear and wisdom &lt;==== a whole other post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-4264205507339128851?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/4264205507339128851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=4264205507339128851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/4264205507339128851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/4264205507339128851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-742681575613023122</id><published>2007-11-19T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:09:12.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey</title><content type='html'>I don't like turkey.  I don't like it because it doesn't taste as good as:  Steak, Lamb, Chicken, Pork, Ham, ect...  Why if your family gets together every so often would you choose a lesser meat?  You might say "FOR TRADITIONS SAKE!!"  Forget tradition it is lame and old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked my very first turkey Sunday.  Our church has a Thanksgiving lunch and the ministers provide the turkey.  I've known people (women) who get freaked out about it and I am not sure why.  It was sooooo easy.  Salt it... butter it.... bag it.... 3 hours later ta da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mess up and pulled the thermometer out cause I wasn't sure what it was.  But everyone was giving me compliments like, "wow it has such a nice tan" "man the meat is falling off the bone, perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pictures but it doesn't do it justice because pulling it out of the oven I was even surprised what it looked like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-742681575613023122?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/742681575613023122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=742681575613023122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/742681575613023122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/742681575613023122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey.html' title='Turkey'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-6732545980747754315</id><published>2007-10-31T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:41:17.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviewing preachers</title><content type='html'>For the first time I get to be on the other side of getting a job and I am part of hiring someone.  The tricky thing is that its a Sr. Minister and not a stockroom boy.  A lot of hands are in the pot and many people have many opinions, and certain Pastors appeal to certain people.  It so far has been since August that we have been missing that Sr. Minister role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were interviewing at this place I would need a vacation.  Its a 3 day interview, Day 1:  Is meal with ministers &amp;amp; elders then an interview with the elders  2:  A meal with the staff and interview with the Staff, then later on bring a message to the congregation after a meal.  3:  Come to a service  WOW what a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is listening to the ministers when the congregation asks him questions.  Many times they sound like a politician and seem fake.  The take the question piece by piece and speak in vague statements and  confuse the questioner what they really asked.  Most answers sound like something out of a book or probably been asked that so many times you know exactly what to say.  Rarely do you see a real side to them and get a honest answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between making jokes and ho-humming around questions means, well I don't know but I don't like it.  I kinda hope we interview someone who tells it like it is and doesn't mind giving the truth.  Well its kinda fun interviewing but man it takes up a bunch of my free time.  My next interview my first question is "boxers of briefs"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-6732545980747754315?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/6732545980747754315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=6732545980747754315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6732545980747754315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6732545980747754315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/10/interviewing-preachers.html' title='Interviewing preachers'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-496458545780735593</id><published>2007-10-29T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:57:12.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>Sleep is something we all need.  They say the average person should get about 8 hours of sleep well I get about 6-7 hours and its annoying.  It is from that dang nabbit video game World of Warcraft and the people a time zone behind.  This is how I keep in contact with my brothers and some friends.  But sometimes we have to "finish" what we have started and I am not done laughing and having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think this is kinda silly, but this has been my way of living since I was in college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation (paraphrased for the blind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam:  Oh man im going to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend:  Dude come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam:  Dude there is nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend:  Wanna get a lighter and blow flames at Brandon then prank call him till he gets really mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam:  DO I!!!!!!  Who's got the hairspray?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam:  Oh man that was sooooo funny,  He was stomping down the hall.  "ARG WHO DID THAT, I WILL TAKE YOU AND BEAT YOU AND THROW INTO A BAG AND PUT YOU &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN A VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER&lt;/span&gt;.   And who would have thought Chris would burn all the hair off his arm........................................  3:30 NO WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50 A.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam:  Dude I shouldn't have stayed up I got class in 10 minutes and I think I might die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;3 years later, same friends up to no good but harmless this time.  We aren't hurting people physically just hoping to make peoples lives miserable on a game and laughing all the way to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal people get 8 hours though, I think its time to do that.  I am going to start sleeping more as a New Years resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-496458545780735593?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/496458545780735593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=496458545780735593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/496458545780735593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/496458545780735593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-470674080447484541</id><published>2007-10-05T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:23:47.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Paper</title><content type='html'>The time I spend at home is few and far between.  So I don't have to buy a lot of stuff for the house such at paper towels and what I realized today toilet paper.  I was about to run out of a roll so I went to get the last one out of the closet.  Then it dawned on me I haven't bought toilet paper since I moved here 1 year and 2 months ago.  In fact that toilet paper was given to me.  So there you have it and can now see, my time at home is few and far between.  That is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-470674080447484541?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/470674080447484541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=470674080447484541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/470674080447484541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/470674080447484541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/10/toilet-paper.html' title='Toilet Paper'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-1497156420966095725</id><published>2007-09-25T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:46:16.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How</title><content type='html'>Breauna and I took a long trip to IL.  And as tradition stands before you depart there are a few things needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef jerky&lt;br /&gt;Pop&lt;br /&gt;Juice&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way when you are driving at 2 a.m. you don't fall asleep.  But eventually the liquids cannot be held down any longer and well... gotta pee.  I suppose I have the tenancy to take a while in the bathroom, mostly because I like to wash my hands in warm water or the hot air thingy.  But every time Breauna beats me out of the bathroom and makes fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back it was going to be different I raced her.  Rules were, no running and no drying off hands.  So I did my thing as fast as I could and low and behold Breauna beat me.  How in the world is that possible?  It doesn't even make sense that a woman can go faster than a man.  I feel like a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw check out my &lt;a href="http://www.picpicpicyournose.blogspot.com"&gt;new pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-1497156420966095725?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/1497156420966095725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=1497156420966095725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/1497156420966095725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/1497156420966095725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/09/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-8210438083648690086</id><published>2007-09-14T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:53:00.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my picture blog</title><content type='html'>most of you prolly forgot I had one but I put some pictures up.  Man so many good photo opportunities lately but I never bring my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://picpicpicyournose.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-8210438083648690086?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/8210438083648690086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=8210438083648690086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/8210438083648690086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/8210438083648690086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-picture-blog.html' title='my picture blog'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-7395761328374058555</id><published>2007-08-23T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:53:38.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really doing it</title><content type='html'>One thing I enjoy about my job is that I am reaching the lost.  That can be joyful and a struggle.  People have habbits and to help them out of them is not really that easy.  Getting Godly habbits isn't that easy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through our sports ministry we are getting them from the bars and the streets to our church where at first their "church" is a 5 min devotion and hard play.  Ya know those 5 minutes and hard play go a long way sometimes.  Sometimes I get people to do devotions that you wouldn't think they could do a great job but they surprise me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habits hard work sometimes no answers or I dont know what to do when I face them but I do and just keep loving these guys and girls.  Lotta fun lotta work all worth it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-7395761328374058555?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/7395761328374058555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=7395761328374058555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/7395761328374058555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/7395761328374058555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/08/really-doing-it.html' title='really doing it'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-6853242213862442289</id><published>2007-08-23T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:18:22.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth is scary</title><content type='html'>The more time goes on and I read my Bible and stuff the more conservative I become.  We live in a postmodern society where people think im ok your ok.  And for the most part I went a long with it because it made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college I kinda had this idea that secular and non-Christian ideas had truth and we could learn from them (like a half-truth).  That maybe we could learn about our Bible by learning completely different ideas about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that true?  My person belief is that they might have some interesting ideas but their truth applied to the Bible or any type of living is dangerous.  In fact that the spirit of the anti-christ has infiltrated  our churches and our thinkers.  The more I face and see the natural out comings of postmodernism the more it scares me.  I used to think it was an awesome way to think, but now I think its effect on people and this whole spirituality movement is more harmful than good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-6853242213862442289?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/6853242213862442289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=6853242213862442289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6853242213862442289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6853242213862442289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/08/truth-is-scary.html' title='The truth is scary'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-6116045685336818179</id><published>2007-08-20T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:41:53.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An unsent letter</title><content type='html'>This is the letter that maybe I should send maybe I shouldn't.  I am a youth minister at a church that recently went through a split in the church and this is a letter I want to send to those people.  Though not like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello __________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take this not out of hate but rebuke.  It saddens me that you decided to leave the church you will be missed along with your family and hard work you have put into the church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done a lot of forgetting one is our community.  Because of people leaving we won't be able to do, fund, and man programs to our community.  Wow did we forget about them?  Our church was strong because of the people working in unity and now we cannot do the same things.  This is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is FCC not going to be able to minister to our community but the world.  We might have to drop missionaries, and funds will be pulled back from different things we donate to.  So this split has angered God,  Disobeyed a command, hurt our community, it has an effect around the world.  Is this really worth all this, is a split the right things, are we choosing between the lesser of two evils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to forget what you think and forget what I think, and ask ourselves how is God being Glorified and what does he say?  I don't think a church split can even be justifiable unless there is a major theological error.  And some other stuff Ill get back to it later,,, maybe when I am going to do some blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-6116045685336818179?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/6116045685336818179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=6116045685336818179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6116045685336818179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/6116045685336818179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/08/unsent-letter.html' title='An unsent letter'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-3185179152951463920</id><published>2007-04-24T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T06:43:17.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much change?</title><content type='html'>***Disclaimer this is not true for all churches just some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem like when I look at the crowd on Sunday Mornings they seem bored to death.  Some asleep mentally or physically.  Do we ever look at our services and say to each other, "this isn't working?"  Are some churches in trouble cause the church services are non-effective?  Is church in its current form as effective?  Are people happy with services they way they are even though they suck?  If done excellent can you change your services into the most awesome experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do in a church service:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture reading&lt;br /&gt;Pray&lt;br /&gt;Worship&lt;br /&gt;Preaching&lt;br /&gt;Invitation&lt;br /&gt;Communion&lt;br /&gt;Offering&lt;br /&gt;Announcements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont see anything that needs to change with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead a youth service on Sunday morning and when I look at it sometimes I feel like it is not effective in its current state.  I have free reign to do whatever and I think some changes need to be made to get out of the "church zone"  I have a lot of questions and few answeres&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-3185179152951463920?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/3185179152951463920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=3185179152951463920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/3185179152951463920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/3185179152951463920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-much-change.html' title='How much change?'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-4716303531984103048</id><published>2007-04-16T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T06:43:48.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing I miss</title><content type='html'>I MISS MY HAIR!!!  If you know anything about my family you know we are of the balding persuasion.  Fortunately I don't have the problem justtttttttttt yet, but soon.  I used to grow my hear out till I couldn't stand it anymore then whack it off to 1/8."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I grew my hair out for nearly 3 months and it was crazy.  The curls came out and I could make an afro poof.  Instead of playing with my chin hair I was pulling and twisting my curls.  Now that I took them all off I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-4716303531984103048?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/4716303531984103048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=4716303531984103048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/4716303531984103048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/4716303531984103048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-thing-i-miss.html' title='One thing I miss'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-8142527714673800680</id><published>2007-04-03T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:50:06.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a great day for me.  I did something I have not done in a loooong time.  I put on my Razor Rollerblades and headed for the nearest skate park in Canton, OH.  It had been 5-6 years since I had been on them for that reason and I was nervous.  Nervous because I used to be good but remembered the pain I went through to get there.  Could my body still handle the pain and bounce back like I used to?  Would I have the gonads to drop in the 15' vert ramp anymore?  Could I still hit a grind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured something out I wasn't any worse Saturday than I was the many years ago.  It took 2 hard falls and 4 hours for my body to say, "thats it"  I was cramped up and got whiplash.  It was worth it, I had a hard time getting the gonads but eventually I did it.  The only thing that held me back was fear.  The same fear that haunted me many years ago and the same fear that haunts everyone when they put their body on the line for something new.  What a great feeling, I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite bounce like I used to but I think I did pretty good.  I got some sweet airtime, good grinds, and tried some new things.  Success in my book.  I dont think I will be as good as I used to be I lost that edge I used to have.  At least I know im not too old to take some abuse and not too scared to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-8142527714673800680?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/8142527714673800680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=8142527714673800680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/8142527714673800680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/8142527714673800680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-older.html' title='Getting older'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-2022069769455968653</id><published>2007-03-28T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:53:25.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>Well I keep getting sidetracked because my old blogger account was outdated er something like that.  Well things have been good.  and the weather great.  Except the fact I get a cold like all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breauna has a household of 7 sometimes 8 and there is at least 2 people sick all the time.  I just wanna hide at home or keep going out but money doesn't grow on trees (unless your a tree farmer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I should have written a lot of things I have had a lot of things to say just didn't cause I am lazy with the blogging and stuff.  Here is to non-lazy-bloggging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-2022069769455968653?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2022069769455968653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=2022069769455968653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/2022069769455968653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/2022069769455968653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-2520946983819954614</id><published>2007-02-08T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:49:19.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this commercial</title><content type='html'>My Sr. Minister did a funeral and said "another one bites, and another one bites, and another one bites the dust"  I laughed and reminded me of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZG_tTjQEmY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZG_tTjQEmY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/38309345-2520946983819954614?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2520946983819954614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=2520946983819954614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/2520946983819954614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/2520946983819954614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/02/remember-this-commercial.html' title='Remember this commercial'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-117077974633624188</id><published>2007-02-06T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:35:46.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primal Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2822/354/1600/851452/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 113px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2822/354/320/140862/angry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Monday and Wednesday I run a basketball league and the worst thing to see is people loose their cool.  Well yesterday is our 30+ league and these guys like to play but not too hard because they get hurt.  Well yesterday my team was playing and we ended up going into triple overtime.  What a fun game it was... well until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it, probably nobody realized how much but I was mad enough to start destroying things.  We all went up for a rebound and in the middle of it all was someone swinging and hit me right in the eye ball.   I got the rebound but it hurt so bad I looking for someone or something to take my anger out on.  I was alright after I started running around a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 min pass and we go up again and I got poked in the same eye.  That was when the train derailed.  I kept most of it concealed but a killer instinct came out and I was ready to reign terror.  Luckily in my life I have played sports where I know loosing your cool = your going to suck until you get it under control.  Only by God's peace was I able to bottle and release what I was feeling.  I was ready to be a war movie where one man comes in with a sword and no one is left behind.  Most men cant do that and when you or I do it our character goes down the tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh after I got poked in the eye I got smacked in the face by the ball the very next play  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-117077974633624188?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/117077974633624188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=117077974633624188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/117077974633624188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/117077974633624188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/02/primal-rage.html' title='Primal Rage'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-117036148254954181</id><published>2007-02-01T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:24:42.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free entertainment</title><content type='html'>I have discovered this lost art of getting TV and movies for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, apply at your local Library.  You can get any TV series, any book on tape, any movie, and if you enjoy reading (which I don't) ANY BOOK YA WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Get a computer and go to any TV station website and watch them.  They even have limited commercials.  Tebo??? Why?  You can just pause it on your computer and come back whenever you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great and all these people who spend their time and money every month and I get it for free!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-117036148254954181?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/117036148254954181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=117036148254954181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/117036148254954181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/117036148254954181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/02/free-entertainment.html' title='Free entertainment'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-117026392398454880</id><published>2007-01-31T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:18:43.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry dread x2</title><content type='html'>Long time ago I used to do laundry at my house in Streator IL.  I had to share with people but it really wasn't that bad.  I didn't like doing it but eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college I had to share with many people and I had to pay for soap, fabric softener, and use of the machine.  If you forgot about taking out your cloths ended up on the floor or in the free bin.  I didn't like doing it but eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my time in St. Louis it was expensive to do laundry but I did laundry and grocery shopping at the same time.  It was wonderful and no one stole my cloths.  I could get 4 loads of laundry done in like 1 1/4 hour.  I didn't like doing it but eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In IN I had one in the house and it was great.  I had to share with my roommate.  I didn't like doing it but eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I live in OH.  I have a washer and a broken dryer in my house.  I don't share with anyone and its great.  The water I wash my cloths with is like rust water (malvern, water) and when it gets done I am hanging my clothes up around the house.  I hate this.  I don't even want to do laundry and I am just about to start doing laundry at the local place here.  Also the water is rusty so it has turned a few of my white shirts brown and my socks off white.  I am about to stop doing laundry all together cause I think the local laundry mat isn't any better.  When it is all dried out though everything is hard and wrinkly, not cool.  So I dread doing laundry x2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-117026392398454880?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/117026392398454880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=117026392398454880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/117026392398454880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/117026392398454880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/01/laundry-dread-x2.html' title='Laundry dread x2'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-117009579199808517</id><published>2007-01-29T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:36:32.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys love irresponsibility</title><content type='html'>its true I see it everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-117009579199808517?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/117009579199808517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=117009579199808517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/117009579199808517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/117009579199808517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/01/guys-love-irresponsibility.html' title='Guys love irresponsibility'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-116974362233296957</id><published>2007-01-25T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T08:47:02.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>My hair has grown out.  I am just letting it go and I decide to whack it off.  I always kept it short cause I thought and still think it makes me look tough.  I could just wake up and no one would know.  Now if I wake up late I have to wet my hair down and work it around a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also used hair gel... haven't used that for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Blogger shos u when u mak speling arrors!!!!  Know more miss spelld words 4 me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-116974362233296957?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/116974362233296957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=116974362233296957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116974362233296957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116974362233296957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/01/recently.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-116931308119920349</id><published>2007-01-20T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T09:11:21.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI my deathbed</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Breauna and I were out with the staff and one topic of conversation was a man's funeral.  That got me thinking.  I know I dont want to be put in a box and and put 6 feet deep.  Cremation is a better option, but..... here is an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a really big cannon, load me up like a missle with one arm sticking out like I am flying.  Shoot me over somewhere where no one will mind a huge explosion.  Shoot me 1000 yards and detonate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to have it my way thats what I want.  Although I don't know how it would help "comfort" but neither is wathcing someone get lowered either.  Its a loose loose situation might as well go out with a bang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I dont plan on dying anytime soon just thought people should know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-116931308119920349?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/116931308119920349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=116931308119920349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116931308119920349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116931308119920349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/01/fyi-my-deathbed.html' title='FYI my deathbed'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-116888193296915118</id><published>2007-01-15T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T09:25:32.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>My heart is heavy today... that means 1 of 2 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Something needs to change&lt;br /&gt;2.  God is going to convict/convert me of something soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-116888193296915118?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/116888193296915118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=116888193296915118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116888193296915118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116888193296915118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-116828149115260540</id><published>2007-01-08T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:38:11.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got beat by a girl</title><content type='html'>As an update Breauna and I are official and all that.  One thing she has taught me is I am not an outdoors kind of guy.  I know this because she is a "true" outdoors girl.  Likes being rained on, long hikes, always notices the day, knows a lot about nature, she does true camping like cooking what you caught and eat it,  sleeps outside in tents for fun.  Anywho in combanation with that she is an athletic and strong girl.  She mentioned that she had been rock climbing and so I took her... lets just say that was a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said we should start out slow and work ourselves up so we did and it was too easy.  After a short period of time she wanted something challenging.  So we get to a wall that is like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *&lt;br /&gt;    *&lt;br /&gt;      *&lt;br /&gt;        *&lt;br /&gt;          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep it was a backwards slant I get to about 1/2 way up and that was all I could handle.  I thought I did an ok job so she gets up there and does the whole wall.... I was like "um Ill come back to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go to a wall that is like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;         *&lt;br /&gt;         *&lt;br /&gt;         *&lt;br /&gt;         *&lt;br /&gt;*    * &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a full 90 degree stick out and was difficult.  I went and kinda went to the side (not a 90 degree) and did it fine.  She goes full ahead at the full 90 degree and does it like a pro.  So I tried it and was not successful.  It was kinda humbling experience not that I was totally surprised.  Good thing I don't really care, I was happy to get away with her somewhere.  Later we went to the Rock and Roll hall of fame in Clevland and ate a nice dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we didnt end up climbing too long I think she felt bad or something haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-116828149115260540?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/116828149115260540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=116828149115260540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116828149115260540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116828149115260540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-got-beat-by-girl.html' title='I got beat by a girl'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-116785937617052450</id><published>2007-01-03T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:22:56.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork and sourkrout</title><content type='html'>I guess pizza places and all the food buisnesses on New Years doesn't do to well.  I had to order extra food from a pizza place and thought there would be no way they could manage and it.  As it turned out was no big deal.  When I was shocked everyone responded with, "Oh everyone is eating pork and sourkrout." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had some and it is realllllly good.  Guess there is a lot of Germans around but one way or another it was good.  Makes your breath stink real bad though.  Anyone else have this as a traditional New Years meal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-116785937617052450?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/116785937617052450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=116785937617052450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116785937617052450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116785937617052450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2007/01/pork-and-sourkrout.html' title='Pork and sourkrout'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-116734018190398624</id><published>2006-12-28T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:09:41.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK WHAT!!! and thinking back on some words I said</title><content type='html'>First off there was a pop up saying there are 4,000 cheating wives living in hartville, OH... I should see if I can can tell on all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I noticed something, talking about future and dreams in my postion is not good.  You know like wanting to be a missionary someday.  That doesn't sit well the idea of you thinking about being gone.  DOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about wages and I said at my next job I am going to be paid by the hour.  Then they were like, so when do you plan on leaving then???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-116734018190398624?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/116734018190398624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=116734018190398624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116734018190398624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116734018190398624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-what-and-thinking-back-on-some.html' title='OK WHAT!!! and thinking back on some words I said'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-116723632930846644</id><published>2006-12-27T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T08:51:11.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Was it Weezer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have this feeling of uninspired and lack of creativity.. I think I used to really be creative and come up with some crazy ideas. But things in the ministry get so mechanical sometimes due to what I think is lack thinking time. Ill have to admit I have been at the church a lot lately and I think it is draining me. I get a lot of time to think but not creatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in my car and got done with a book on CD. When I ejected it Weezer was playing on my ipod and I decided to listen to it for a while. Then all of a sudden it was like my creative juices started to flow again. Dreams started to happen and I felt Jesus speaking to me, showing me direction, and giving me courage. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it wasn't weezer but it was that I got out of the "life zone." Ya know, it is its where you can predict everything that is going to happen. And when something unpredictable does happen it doesn't even snap you out of it. Well for whatever reason 11:30 at night in Dayton OH I snapped out of it. Maybe it was because I knew I get to wake up the next day with no agenda. Maybe I left a physical zone I gave myself. Maybe I left a mental zone. I don't know what happened but I think I need to get out of this church more often. I need more of that because I need to lead these kids and people somewhere. But where is it. My current plan is good but it is a buffet of things I have read and learned. I am not even sure that is where God want me to lead them. I suppose thats the biggest struggle with leadership. Either way I need to make a few more trips to Dayton, OH to get my head on strait or figure why God was so clear to me at that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-116723632930846644?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/116723632930846644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=116723632930846644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116723632930846644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116723632930846644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2006/12/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38309345.post-116672031293290165</id><published>2006-12-21T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:58:32.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I came back</title><content type='html'>Well as most of you know I stopped blogging but I am going to give it another go.  I suppose between bored with what I was writing and feeling restricted I gave up.  Well here I am.  I missed doing this and from time to time I felt like writing... but kansass.blogspot.com just didn't do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I am writing this out cause I am a man and I don't like saying this personally.  Do all men have problems with expressing verbal affection and feelings?  I think we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my motivation?  I met someone (ill spare you too many details).  She is like the perfect balance, 100% fun,  even a little crazier than me.  Yet 100% proper and as sharp as a tac.  She is a country girl and knows how to build stuff and skin and cut up a deer.  I think she is fearless cause she says and does stuff and I am like... uhhhh yeah ill leave that to you.  She has an attractive personality, one of those people that you can't help but like.  She knows stuff about herself and has a deep perspective of life, one that many people my age are still searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does she look like?  I dont know.  She has like a deep deep beuty and refined.  Looks like $1,000,000 all the time.  A natural beuty but crazy good looking with make up on.  You really have to meet her I suppose.  My dad used some word I never heard of to describe her on the phone yesterday, I don't remember what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is awesome Christian girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as much as I hate expressing this stuff (and believe me I left a lot out) shes really cool girl.  I hope everything works out cause this is an amazing person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38309345-116672031293290165?l=adamhughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/feeds/116672031293290165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38309345&amp;postID=116672031293290165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116672031293290165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38309345/posts/default/116672031293290165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamhughes.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-came-back.html' title='I came back'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08994745420659372170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
