<?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-406657628946692374</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:39:11.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deep thoughts.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-1237999791839543276</id><published>2009-02-12T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:49:43.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man why am I doing this?</title><content type='html'>thank you Charity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;44 ODD Things about you! If you opened this, FILL IT OUT! Learn 44 things about your friends, and let them learn 44 things about you! Send back to me and to several more friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Do you like blue cheese? It's a wierd thing, I don't but then sometimes I crave it, you figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Have you ever smoked? Like a chimeny, when I was younger for about 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? Only two...my left arm and my right arm...oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;4. What flavor of Kool-Aid Is your favorite? What ever Jim Jones recommends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? No, I don't go......they are of the devil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? Two words for ya...mustard and relish....oh and sometimes  onions, whoops that's three.......oh yeah and cheese........forget it, just mustard and relish,&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Christmas movie? A Christmas carol.....and I will shoot my eye!....red rider bb guns are cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? The sun....i drink the sun in a cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Can you do pushups? If I wanted to, and if I lost 40Ibs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My wedding rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Favorite hobby? My wife and kids, for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Do you have A.D.D.? I thought I did once and them......oh look chickens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What's one trait you hate about yourself? I hate that I'm right all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Middle name? Aslan, but don't tell a soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment. The office is funny, Charity looks awsome even when she is sick, and I hate it when she beats herself up for being sick.&lt;br /&gt;17. Current worry? I never worry.....don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;18. Current hate right now? The attack of giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Favorite place to be? With my family and asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. How did you bring in the New Year? At home in our new home with the greatest family in the world.&lt;br /&gt;21. Where would you like to go? To Disneyland before the kids get too old to be really mad for not taken them sooner.....lol&lt;br /&gt;22. Name three people who will complete this? maybe greg, mom and heather, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you own slippers? yeah, and I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. What shirt are you wearing? a pirate shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Do you like sleeping on satin Sheets? Sateen sheets rule, satan sheets are not nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Can you whistle? Of course, who can't.&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your all time favorite song? The final count down, by Europe....just kidding, Panama by Van Halen....lol no I hate music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Would you be a pirate? Um no I'm a ninja and everyone knows that ninjas and pirate have never got along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. What songs do you sing in the shower? rain down....hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite girl's name? Selah&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite boy's name? Aslan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. What's in your pocket right now? PJ's so fogettaboutit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Last thing that made you laugh? The office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Best bed sheets as a child? rocks and pine branches.&lt;br /&gt;35. Worst injury you've ever had? I broke my brain once, does that count?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Do you love where you live? its the high class ghetto....so what sucka!&lt;br /&gt;37. How many TVs do you have in your house? 2 many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Who is your loudest friend? loudy mc loudy pants....hahaha...no I have no friends.....hahaha....no really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. How many dogs do you have? The best, and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;40. Does someone have a crush on you? Charity and Steve Sterns.&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite book? The Word of God, duh!&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favorite candy? Charity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Favorite Sports Team? Kings baby!&lt;br /&gt;44. What song do you want played at your funeral? Um...When doves cry by prince.....hahaha no Im kidding I hate music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-1237999791839543276?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/1237999791839543276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=1237999791839543276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/1237999791839543276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/1237999791839543276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-man-why-am-i-doing-this.html' title='Oh man why am I doing this?'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-2825807453874883005</id><published>2009-02-09T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:02:24.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The second most miserable city in America.....</title><content type='html'>Stockton Ca. that's right boys and girls we just moved to the second most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt; city is these United States.  I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt; that we did not get here soon enough to make it number one....i mean come on can we do anything right here in Stockton?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No but on the real YO! the whole point of what we do and why we came here is to help usher in hope to the great city of Stockton.  You see we have made it our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lifes&lt;/span&gt; goal to be a positive influence to the community around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the point of up rooting our family and moving to Stockton...to make a difference.  To preach the unwavering word of God and to see His spirit move across this city.   From Hammer lane all the way down to Charter way, from 8 mile road to 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are proud of our new city, you may mock it with us if you want......but some day you will rejoice with us when God turns this city's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;misery&lt;/span&gt; to gladness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen....Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-2825807453874883005?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2825807453874883005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=2825807453874883005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2825807453874883005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2825807453874883005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2009/02/second-most-miserable-city-in-america.html' title='The second most miserable city in America.....'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-4641202661569055310</id><published>2009-01-18T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:13:54.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing night.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so the last three weeks have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.  Sunday mornings have grown and are getting better and better every weekend.  So this morning we casually invited some of the college to go out to Denny's after service tonight and did not know what to expect.  Well tonight 30 young adult/college age showed up and we had a great time, thank you Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah this is going to be fun.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-4641202661569055310?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/4641202661569055310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=4641202661569055310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/4641202661569055310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/4641202661569055310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing-night.html' title='Amazing night.....'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-1343635046352307558</id><published>2009-01-06T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:56:56.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at us now!</title><content type='html'>Holy cow would you look at us now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just stepped into a blender, and we would not have it any other way. The culture shock that we experienced moving from the bay area to the small town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gridley&lt;/span&gt; five and a half years ago was nothing compared to the difference of moving to Stockton now . Monday I saw a man taking a wee against a building right down town in the middle of the day with a cop just a block away....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that classic TV show "the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jefferons&lt;/span&gt;" from the 70's says it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' on up (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' on up)To the east side (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' on up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To a deluxe apartment in the sky.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Movin&lt;/span&gt;' on up (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' on up)To the east side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally got a piece of the pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fish don't fry in the kitchen,Beans don't burn on the grill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;',Just to get up that hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we're up in the big leagues,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gettin&lt;/span&gt;' our turn at bat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as we live, it's you and me baby,There ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;' wrong with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' on up (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' on up)To the east side (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' on up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To a deluxe apartment in the sky.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Movin&lt;/span&gt;' on up (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' on up)To the east side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally got a piece of the pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SWQnftdsR6I/AAAAAAAAADU/kONErFQrkfc/s1600-h/the+jeffersons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288395288173365154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SWQnftdsR6I/AAAAAAAAADU/kONErFQrkfc/s320/the+jeffersons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-1343635046352307558?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/1343635046352307558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=1343635046352307558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/1343635046352307558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/1343635046352307558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-at-us-now.html' title='look at us now!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SWQnftdsR6I/AAAAAAAAADU/kONErFQrkfc/s72-c/the+jeffersons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-2883442481776865708</id><published>2008-12-17T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:55:07.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin?</title><content type='html'>OK, so this has been an incredible journey so far, not just life (although it has been a trip) but the last several months.  God has been orchestrating every step and it is almost becoming funny how He has been opening every door without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first the pay check from my former employer, the hospital, was a blessing.  Then my former boss Kevin letting me pick up a few shifts while I wait for Charity to finish her tour of duty at Kohl's was very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my Pastor, Joey Steelman, hookin me up with an interview tomorrow which I am very confident about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job will be perfect, pay scale is right, and if looks like I will have time for family and ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we feel like we have heard from God concerning the ministry that we are moving to Stockton to pioneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collision Ministries, where Christ and culture collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say, you can't have an impact without a collision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pray for us and for our kids and for Collision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-2883442481776865708?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2883442481776865708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=2883442481776865708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2883442481776865708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2883442481776865708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin?'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-7937104398686876551</id><published>2008-12-13T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:03:18.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought!</title><content type='html'>If they, (and who are "they" anyway?) have made it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt; to drive while on the cell phone, in essence forcing folks to run out and buy one of them blue tooth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mathingys&lt;/span&gt;, so as to be driving "hands free".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I purpose they, (again with the mythical "they"), make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt; to walk around malls, offices, playgrounds and hospitals with said blue toothy things looking like total dorks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of the people I have responded to thinking your talking to me? You stink! get off the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SUPqDu0IYfI/AAAAAAAAADE/Fzdap_sf-Mc/s1600-h/5999a58560c9363a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279320538035544562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SUPqDu0IYfI/AAAAAAAAADE/Fzdap_sf-Mc/s320/5999a58560c9363a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another Deep thought......bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. sorry for all the "" in this blog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;collateral&lt;/span&gt; damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-7937104398686876551?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/7937104398686876551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=7937104398686876551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/7937104398686876551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/7937104398686876551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/juat-thought.html' title='Just a thought!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SUPqDu0IYfI/AAAAAAAAADE/Fzdap_sf-Mc/s72-c/5999a58560c9363a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-8671554171008715207</id><published>2008-12-13T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:47:10.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279272753850685554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SUO-mU2rGHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IKuuLeS3nV8/s320/304d478ca40f4b88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This morning at 430am while I was driving to work I had some prayer time and let me tell you it sure was awesome. With my 20-25 minute commute to work I was able to have a pretty incredible talk with God. At first it started off a bit mechanical, bless the wife, touch the kids and yadda yadda, but then I started breaking through and having some real one on one time with the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God and I really had some commune time during the commute time, now you might be saying Bill, PB, William, knuckle head (depending on our relationship) don't you always have dynamic prayer time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it's hard to have real deep meaningful conversations with Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sometimes my words sound to contrived and thought out, even religious, instead of heart felt and natural&lt;/em&gt;. God is not some far off out of touch "pope" like character, and I don't talk to Him like He is just "one of the boys".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's mornings like today that remind me of the delicate balance that is my prayer life....and it reminds me of how much work it takes to have a productive, passionate prayer life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah and all this happened before I read Charity's blog requesting prayer for those situations today.   So go and check out her blog if you haven't yet, and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-8671554171008715207?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/8671554171008715207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=8671554171008715207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8671554171008715207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8671554171008715207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/prayer-time.html' title='Prayer time!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SUO-mU2rGHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IKuuLeS3nV8/s72-c/304d478ca40f4b88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-6636164564821288103</id><published>2008-12-12T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:08:15.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update!</title><content type='html'>I have work shifts...yes!  Not that I was worried, but I was hoping that I could pick a few up right away and sure enough I did.  So praise God He is still working things out,  but of course He is silly rabbit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-6636164564821288103?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/6636164564821288103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=6636164564821288103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/6636164564821288103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/6636164564821288103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-update.html' title='Just an update!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-2264624717386137915</id><published>2008-12-11T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:18:48.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Jesus...</title><content type='html'>Well I have a job (kinda) I have been rehired back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FRHG&lt;/span&gt;.  I will be covering shifts and filling in where needed.  It will help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I get on somewhere in Stockton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my check was way better than I thought it would be and I got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt; card, which means I can be a security guard anywhere in Cali.....so yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-2264624717386137915?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2264624717386137915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=2264624717386137915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2264624717386137915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2264624717386137915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-jesus.html' title='Thank You Jesus...'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-3303178152689183807</id><published>2008-12-10T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:57:42.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man!</title><content type='html'>We are almost there.  We have most of our stuff moved in and have even set up our Christmas decorations including the tree (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt; told me too say that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess part of my emotional melt downs, as of late, have been due to the fact that we are living in two towns....kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in Stockton full time. I want to have my job nailed down so that my wife will feel secure and we can move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we make it through....you bet!....that's what us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hartmans&lt;/span&gt; do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-3303178152689183807?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/3303178152689183807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=3303178152689183807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/3303178152689183807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/3303178152689183807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-man.html' title='Oh man!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-1504281097208729204</id><published>2008-12-05T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T04:13:53.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyce is watching, always watching.</title><content type='html'>So if you are reading my blog, then shame on you for not commenting on it...jive turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;previous&lt;/span&gt; blog and then check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today charity is watching Joyce Meyers on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tivo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; Joyce speaks right to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wife's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;situations&lt;/span&gt; or what ever it is she is going through or feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was my turn, Joyce started talking straight at me, like if I did not know better she had read my blog from this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are reading my blog Joyce, no fair cause that was creepy, now cut it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-1504281097208729204?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/1504281097208729204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=1504281097208729204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/1504281097208729204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/1504281097208729204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-way.html' title='Joyce is watching, always watching.'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-75420397085587713</id><published>2008-12-04T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:21:03.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the final count down.....</title><content type='html'>As I write this blog it is 3:50 in the am and I am tired and dragging bad.  Friday is less than 24 hours away, Friday the day we load up the old U-haul a move our family to Stockton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in disbelief about the whole situation.  If you have been following our family saga you will know that we are taking the largest step of faith in ministry that we have taken in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before and it bares repeating, I/we had became very comfy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gridley&lt;/span&gt;, not a whole lot of the unexpected.  Needless to say we had become pretty good and maintaining a steady course without many surprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I may be honest, I was so too comfortable in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gridley&lt;/span&gt;....I knew where I stood as a man, and as a minister.  Even working here at the hospital the last 6 months, I had a routine and I was confident in it.  I had been preaching once a month for the last few months, doing worship and youth of course.  But it all seemed almost too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that we are called to Stockton, no doubt, but I have a lot of feelings, that I need to express and explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christian Life we had become a major part of the program, more like associate pastors than anything.  Five years of service and a lot of time building up confidence with the congregation there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lakeview&lt;/span&gt;, we know nobody, and nobody knows us.  Will our new pastors help acclimate us to the congregation? of course, but the fact remains we are the new kids on the block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fearful, just uncertain of the unknown...it's a natural human reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year from now when we are in full swing and have the new routine down and everything is cruising at full speed, I will look back at this blog entry and laugh....HA!  But right now I just want to get in our new home and start this chapter rolling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-75420397085587713?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/75420397085587713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=75420397085587713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/75420397085587713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/75420397085587713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-final-count-down.html' title='It&apos;s the final count down.....'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-181462355783208104</id><published>2008-11-30T23:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:34:58.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was tough....</title><content type='html'>And the funny part was that it started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chartity&lt;/span&gt; showed me my mother in laws blog and the emotions started to rise to the surface.  Then last night while packing up some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt; I had what can only be called a mini melt down, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; I kept it together and tried not to reveal my momentary weakness to the family.  Not that I don't believe in being able to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;, it's just at this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;juncture&lt;/span&gt; there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of weeping and emotions in our home and I did not want to add to the flow of tears.  I did my crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the church before I preached this morning...yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; as taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dillion&lt;/span&gt; (our resident College age whom is living with us) to work got me all choked up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dillion&lt;/span&gt; has just recently come back to the Lord and we where talking about what God has done in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this week will be amazing and everything will work out in JESUS name....Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-181462355783208104?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/181462355783208104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=181462355783208104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/181462355783208104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/181462355783208104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-tough.html' title='Today was tough....'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-4074348702607328782</id><published>2008-11-28T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:37:04.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 20, 70, 80, and 99!</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; that all but two of the towns, cities or hamlets that I/we have lived are found on one of these four main road ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;orn&lt;/span&gt; in Big sir and lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; for the first 6 years of life, both on old Hwy 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to Grass Valley and lived there until 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade....Hwy 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved to Point Arena, Hwy 1, and then Fort Bragg for Jr. High and High School, also on the old 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Bethany Bible College although it was not on any of our listed road ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a short stay in Lake Wild Wood and then back to Fort Bragg, Hwy 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Marysville&lt;/span&gt;/Linda Hwy 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yuba&lt;/span&gt; City, 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Marysville&lt;/span&gt; 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I married Charity and we moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vacaville&lt;/span&gt; Hwy 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oakley which was way off, then Vallejo Hwy 80 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gridley&lt;/span&gt; Hwy 99 and Now Stockton Hwy 99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so see its kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-4074348702607328782?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/4074348702607328782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=4074348702607328782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/4074348702607328782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/4074348702607328782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-20-70-80-and-99.html' title='1, 20, 70, 80, and 99!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-8768248801154412132</id><published>2008-11-25T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:17:18.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is where we stand!</title><content type='html'>I have always felt that God has something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in store&lt;/span&gt; for Charity and I.  New Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Assembly&lt;/span&gt; in Linda, Harvest in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vacaville&lt;/span&gt;, and Christian Life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gridley&lt;/span&gt;, all have had a major part in developing who we are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ministry&lt;/span&gt;.  It's hard to put a finger on, but one of my mentor Pastor Joe said to me once "ministry is not a destination, but a journey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the faces of all the people that we have had the honor to work with join together to form the big picture of the calling on our lives.  And the journey is not over.  The next chapter is about to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have moved nine(9) times in thirteen(13) years, seven(7) cities, five(5) churches, everything from college age ministry, youth ministry, senior &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pastoring&lt;/span&gt;, more youth ministry and jacks of all trades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can honestly say that we have given every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; in ministry 100% and have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;loyal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;integral&lt;/span&gt; at every stage.  We have never taken anything lightly, and have enjoyed ever step, good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, with another chapter just about to start, here is where we stand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More excited than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, please keep us in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-8768248801154412132?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/8768248801154412132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=8768248801154412132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8768248801154412132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8768248801154412132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-is-where-we-stand.html' title='Here is where we stand!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-7215269793456985343</id><published>2008-11-24T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:22:21.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.....</title><content type='html'>what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-7215269793456985343?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/7215269793456985343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=7215269793456985343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/7215269793456985343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/7215269793456985343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/well.html' title='Well.....'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-1456248271608944932</id><published>2008-11-22T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:00:38.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>balance!</title><content type='html'>Don't wanna start sounding like an old rerun of the hit TV show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt; with David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carrdine&lt;/span&gt; (circa 1972–1975) or even the great Karate Kid with Ralph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Macchio&lt;/span&gt; (1985).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you must have balance in life, for example.  The balance between having faith for something like....um...lets say a certain house at 8720 Hacienda Court in Stockton Ca. and the over hyped "name it and claim it in Jesus name" doctrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I believe God has a perfect plan, and if a person is willing to submit them selves to the Will and plan of God then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; will work out in due time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the peace of God, and when you feel that leading you in a certain direction like 8720 Hacienda Court, then the balance is to "pray in faith believing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said all that to say this.....please agree with us in prayer that God would allow us to have the perfect home in Stockton, which we believe to be 8720 Hacienda Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the link on Charity's blog for pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-1456248271608944932?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/1456248271608944932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=1456248271608944932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/1456248271608944932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/1456248271608944932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/balance.html' title='balance!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-8248999318149304988</id><published>2008-11-18T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:52:13.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have got to slow my brain down.</title><content type='html'>I have been loosing sleep the last few days because my mind is racing with idea's and vision for the College age/Young adult ministry in Stockton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey....err excuse me, Pastor Joey keeps saying that it's a smorgasbord of potential ministry down there, and I for one can't wait to grab a plate and some silver ware and dig in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work?  Sure thing, but hard work never scared us before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewarding?  Yeah I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep us in your prayers....K?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-8248999318149304988?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/8248999318149304988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=8248999318149304988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8248999318149304988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8248999318149304988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-got-to-slow-my-brain-down.html' title='I have got to slow my brain down.'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-3292898840260564265</id><published>2008-11-16T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:04:55.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So hello there fine readers, first off let me say that I was whining about my blog, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, today was amazing, praise and worship was awesome and then Pastor announced our plans to move to Stockton to pioneer a college age ministry.  I was still playing guitar and holding it together until pastor said "if you appreciate what the Hartmans have done here in five years and are excited about what God is going to do with them in the future, lets just show them some love and give them a hand." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the standing ovation caught me off guard and choked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that has marked the peace of God through out this is the response of Pastor and the church body here in Gridley, it feels nice to know that this is family and that we can come visit without any ill feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With over 12 years of ministry under our belts, this last five years have been the best yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-3292898840260564265?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/3292898840260564265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=3292898840260564265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/3292898840260564265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/3292898840260564265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-hello-there-fine-readers-first-off.html' title=''/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-8989685823509720052</id><published>2008-11-15T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:47:49.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like never before.</title><content type='html'>So we are looking for shelter in our new village,  and as we travel the county side looking for said  shelter, we are finding new and exciting ways to trust God.  Now for you reading this you are probably saying to yourself, "self, why are these crazy kids concerned about finding shelter?" well interested reader we have spent the last five (5) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cinco&lt;/span&gt; years living &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; rent free (housing came with the job).  So it's kinda like the first jump back into the pool right after a long winter.....shocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our needs and wants have changed since the last time we looked for shelter, and so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; begins.  So friend, keep us in your prayers....thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-8989685823509720052?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/8989685823509720052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=8989685823509720052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8989685823509720052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8989685823509720052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-never-before.html' title='Like never before.'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-3018915587609939876</id><published>2008-11-14T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:18:52.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?.....your kidding right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SR3mzV2Q2VI/AAAAAAAAACw/ag0IiauUzS8/s1600-h/4b9c42b47d01cba0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268620908805806418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SR3mzV2Q2VI/AAAAAAAAACw/ag0IiauUzS8/s320/4b9c42b47d01cba0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is our new city, Stockton Ca. We are shocked and awed at the possibilities of what's to come. For those that are reading this blog and have no idea of who i am or my wife, welcome to the asylum where crazy is an everyday thing. We live by the code go big or go home....it's how we roll. And when God says jump we say how high. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-3018915587609939876?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/3018915587609939876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=3018915587609939876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/3018915587609939876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/3018915587609939876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/11/whatyour-kidding-right.html' title='What?.....your kidding right?'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SR3mzV2Q2VI/AAAAAAAAACw/ag0IiauUzS8/s72-c/4b9c42b47d01cba0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-8045161285087652849</id><published>2008-10-28T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:21:45.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I live with Wonder Women....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I became complete August 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 1996, I married Wonder Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when she broke her foot when she was pregnant with our son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aslan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so strong, I could not believe the strength she had inside, she was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again when she gave birth to our son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aslan&lt;/span&gt; and everything that could have gone wrong did. But she believed me and she trusted God when He told me that everything would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then with the birth of our Daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;, again that same strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through our tough times in Vallejo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one of the hardest times we have lived through, Wonder Women got real sick and was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of pain. She had two procedures and recovered. Now she is super mom, working her tail off the last year raising our kids and living with me....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Wonder Women.....I love you Charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SQesdm_uIqI/AAAAAAAAACo/ryQ1DgJsqJw/s1600-h/family+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262364314289709730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SQesdm_uIqI/AAAAAAAAACo/ryQ1DgJsqJw/s320/family+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SQesdm_uIqI/AAAAAAAAACo/ryQ1DgJsqJw/s1600-h/family+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SQesdm_uIqI/AAAAAAAAACo/ryQ1DgJsqJw/s1600-h/family+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-8045161285087652849?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/8045161285087652849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=8045161285087652849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8045161285087652849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8045161285087652849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-live-with-wonder-women.html' title='I live with Wonder Women....'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SQesdm_uIqI/AAAAAAAAACo/ryQ1DgJsqJw/s72-c/family+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-8113146635483540911</id><published>2008-10-26T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:28:18.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, time warp!</title><content type='html'>So I had a "way back" moment today, we where sitting around the table this morning just after Sunday school right before Sunday service. When out of the blue like some kind of time warp, in walk Mark and Lillis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spurgeon&lt;/span&gt;, my cousin and his wife, our former associate youth pastor/worship leaders. It was amazing to see them and it felt like 2007 again,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service we went over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gregs&lt;/span&gt; house aka my father-in-law/best friend and watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt; event, it really felt like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never want to hold anyone to the past, this moment today reminded me of where we have come from and where we can go in ministry....it was a good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-8113146635483540911?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/8113146635483540911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=8113146635483540911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8113146635483540911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8113146635483540911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-time-warp.html' title='wow, time warp!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-5798871058940032804</id><published>2008-09-25T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:18:24.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports!</title><content type='html'>So I seldom ever mention my love of sports. Outside of growing up a huge 49ers fan and a smaller SF Giants and Oakland A's fan, I never really got into playing any traditional sports until after high school. Well I did surf alittle and always loved to watch local skateboarders way before the X-games became main stream. But that was the extent of my involvement with sports outside of some little league when I was younger. While attending Bethany Bible College in late 89/90 a fellow student and member of the Bruins basketball team showed me how to play B-ball and I quickly became a fan of the sport, although not to good a player of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvS8FiVbEI/AAAAAAAAABw/nDjaTpAVSkM/s1600-h/2744709077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvS8FiVbEI/AAAAAAAAABw/nDjaTpAVSkM/s320/2744709077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250021720350616642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvTGAF-C8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cDPDXAeX3V8/s1600-h/3269678970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvTGAF-C8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cDPDXAeX3V8/s320/3269678970.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250021890688158658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvTdJaG2sI/AAAAAAAAACA/16VGTRC99U0/s1600-h/2010411942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvTdJaG2sI/AAAAAAAAACA/16VGTRC99U0/s320/2010411942.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250022288325532354" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;ESPN and Sports Center along with Goerge Micheals sports machine advanced my love of all things sports, around the same time I fell in love with the Sacramento Kings....Go Kings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvUL1MuteI/AAAAAAAAACI/86dtsUCYtDI/s1600-h/2356152419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvUL1MuteI/AAAAAAAAACI/86dtsUCYtDI/s320/2356152419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250023090354566626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvUZI0Y1lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_jQ79D8ydFg/s1600-h/3580513205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvUZI0Y1lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_jQ79D8ydFg/s320/3580513205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250023318959478354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in all this mix I got a chance to watch a bootleg tap of an underground event that was banned, at one point, in almost every state. This later became known as UFC The Ultimate Fighting Championship. I have grown to love all things MMA whatever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvVJkr6_qI/AAAAAAAAACY/DssFFNjUbgs/s1600-h/3842744960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvVJkr6_qI/AAAAAAAAACY/DssFFNjUbgs/s320/3842744960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250024151073881762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said all that to say this, man I love sports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-5798871058940032804?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/5798871058940032804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=5798871058940032804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/5798871058940032804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/5798871058940032804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sports.html' title='Sports!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNvS8FiVbEI/AAAAAAAAABw/nDjaTpAVSkM/s72-c/2744709077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-8095121605002448565</id><published>2008-09-18T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:49:16.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few deep thoughts......</title><content type='html'>We are called to connect with people to win them, we are not supposed to stick our heads in the sand to escape reality but to embrace the "God reality" that Jesus offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is some painful reality......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes more problems than most, when the act of fake face that we have been putting on for one another is stripped away by being close for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the very act of relationship and being family/church reveals the true “us”. And some times that is not the “us” we want showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So brother So and So lets down his guard and shows the family/congregation that he is not perfect and that he has faults and the congregation recoils with horror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does not breed an atmosphere for openness, vulnerability and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am far from perfect, ask my wife she will tell you, but who wants to be perfect, the one person who fit the job description was nailed to a cross. Sign me up? I don’t think so. I don't want to be perfect, I would like to make it to the end of the week without self destructing, that’s a good start....right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-8095121605002448565?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/8095121605002448565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=8095121605002448565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8095121605002448565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/8095121605002448565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-few-deep-thoughts.html' title='Just a few deep thoughts......'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-3537615553208032936</id><published>2008-09-18T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:44:00.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese food and thirsty thursday....</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I figure that a blog should be about the things that matter most in life right?, I mean those things that you are passionate about, that drive you, that care most about. Well ladies and gentlemen, for me that would not be politics, sports and definitely not religion (even though I do love Jesus with all my heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single most important thing to me in life is my family. For those who don't know I was raised by a dear sweet women, a single mother, who did the best she could to make sure I was always safe and always well fed (no comments from the peanut gallery).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do digress, although my mom did the very best job she could, she could not be everything I needed growing up, because she could not be a father. I remember sitting on a bench at 4:00am in downtown Fort Bragg CA. and reading my little Gideon New Testament, Romans 8:15 &lt;em&gt;For &lt;em&gt;you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, "Abba, Father."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And at that point I became aware of the fact that I did not have to worry, that God had adopted me as one of His sons and that He would show me how to be a good husband and father. And He did, through many example like my uncle Trace Spurgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I said all that to say this, there is nothing in the world like being out in public with my wife and kids and knowing that the curse that I spoke of in an earlier blog has not only been broken over me but that my son and daughter will have memories like eating Chinese food and going to the ice burgee for thirsty Thursdays.....it may mean nothing to you but it's means everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-3537615553208032936?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/3537615553208032936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=3537615553208032936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/3537615553208032936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/3537615553208032936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/chinese-food-and-thirsty-thursday.html' title='chinese food and thirsty thursday....'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-2322948434450697937</id><published>2008-09-16T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:00:16.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder, lightning and watching the clouds....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNB-I76ToJI/AAAAAAAAABo/7ALsFZ4k6p0/s1600-h/2723428530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNB-I76ToJI/AAAAAAAAABo/7ALsFZ4k6p0/s320/2723428530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246832257872928914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at dinner we heard some thunder and Selah and Aslan said they did not like thunder and lightning because it scared them. So I had this flash back of a morning in Vallejo, it was probably 5 or 6 years ago and probably about 4 0r 5 in the morning. A storm was rolling through and I was woken up by thunder and went out into the living room to watch the lightning. It was about this time that a little four year old Aslan woke up also and him a daddy sat on the porch and watched the lightning together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight after dinner we all went out to the back yard and just watched the clouds roll by, for me it was just one of the moments that you could not buy. There we were, the four of us, just imaging the shapes of snakes, dinosaurs and our dog Sam Wise in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-2322948434450697937?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2322948434450697937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=2322948434450697937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2322948434450697937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2322948434450697937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/thunder-lightning-and-watching-clouds.html' title='Thunder, lightning and watching the clouds....'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SNB-I76ToJI/AAAAAAAAABo/7ALsFZ4k6p0/s72-c/2723428530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-2099574781108892132</id><published>2008-09-16T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:22:41.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We press on......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SM9bK6iICyI/AAAAAAAAABg/mexwo4mhBek/s1600-h/m_b74feb97ff304e3906c7a94c545a1fc3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SM9bK6iICyI/AAAAAAAAABg/mexwo4mhBek/s320/m_b74feb97ff304e3906c7a94c545a1fc3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246512333979126562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago this week we moved to Gridley to start a youth ministry.  Hahahahahah! first, im sure those words have neve been spoken before, ever.  And second I can't believe I'm speaking them now, it's been an amazing five years.  And if we were not CALLED to be here, we probably would have bailed along time ago.  But we will not back down, we will not run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago we landed here to impact an area and see God change lives, and by the Grace of God that's what we will do.  We have seen 80-100 teens come out for Monday night ECHO and over two hounderd for special concerts and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are in a tough season, just read my wifes blog at times and you can feel the attack, but we press on.  God gave us favor and He gave us the key to the hearts of the teenagers in this area five years ago, and now we pray that He does it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it felt like five years ago, with all the potential in the world, like if it was just Charity, the kids and I then we could do it again.  God is Good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-2099574781108892132?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2099574781108892132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=2099574781108892132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2099574781108892132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2099574781108892132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-press-on.html' title='We press on......'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SM9bK6iICyI/AAAAAAAAABg/mexwo4mhBek/s72-c/m_b74feb97ff304e3906c7a94c545a1fc3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-5999976787108036473</id><published>2008-09-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:35:01.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch a man a fish......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SMwi51s8UYI/AAAAAAAAABY/8gWKs4QiAvU/s1600-h/3520020109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SMwi51s8UYI/AAAAAAAAABY/8gWKs4QiAvU/s320/3520020109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245606043043254658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eats for a day, teach a women how to sync and format media and she will download songs and movies for a lifetime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Charity got her palm treo and has been messing around with it for the last two days, and so she hit a snag and called in the big dogg to figure out her media opperating system......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I come to save the day right, and I'm messing with it and looking on line for information about what the media needs to be, you know, jpeg or what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I am trying to be the hero, Charity figured it out all on her own.  You see a truly great teacher allows the student to learn by doing.  Besides I had no idea what I was doing anyway, but don't tell her that....ok?....our little secret.....shhhh...you me, me you we're good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-5999976787108036473?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/5999976787108036473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=5999976787108036473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/5999976787108036473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/5999976787108036473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-man-fish.html' title='Catch a man a fish......'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SMwi51s8UYI/AAAAAAAAABY/8gWKs4QiAvU/s72-c/3520020109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-6940543991221702863</id><published>2008-09-11T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:57:41.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SMmEaeCrhTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YzIYSDFkbwU/s1600-h/who.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SMmEaeCrhTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YzIYSDFkbwU/s320/who.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244868831325422898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little boy, little Aslan, I used to watch this Tv show with my mom called Dr. Who.  It was silly and kinda hokey, with cheese special effects and stuff, but i have memories of sitting with my dearly departed mom and watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a little while ago my awesome mother-in-law told my wonderful wife about this show Dr. Who on he Sci Fi network, and I was thinking it was the old show I watched when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL! lo and behold this new verison on the "WHO" is amazing, not just well written, which means alot to, but has great special effects for a BBC production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if your not into sci fi then, never mind, but if you like good programming and have the time or a Tivo then check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-6940543991221702863?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/6940543991221702863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=6940543991221702863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/6940543991221702863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/6940543991221702863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/dr-who.html' title='Dr. Who?'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SMmEaeCrhTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YzIYSDFkbwU/s72-c/who.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-4606137549946996047</id><published>2008-09-05T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:31:34.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouth....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SMIMhSri-iI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c9Zh8epIp_g/s1600-h/DSCF3635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SMIMhSri-iI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c9Zh8epIp_g/s320/DSCF3635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242766682302380578" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are at dinner tonight and I ask Selah and Aslan how their days went.  Selah tells us a few things and stories that are awsome and then we turn to Aslan.  He begins to tell us of a story they are reading in class called the yellow yacht, and in the story Aslan says that the characters in the story where "looking at the boobies"......um....what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then he says it again "they where looking at the boobies".  Wow, and as innocent and pure as the driven snow He goes on with His sweet story. What an amazing little man He is becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, in the story that Aslan was telling us about, that they where reading in school. They where looking at bouy's....yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all that got me to thinking about how i was raised.  My dear mom, God rest her soul, did all she could to raise me as safe and protected as she could, but by Aslans age I had already seen and expeirenced more of this world than i should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch as Aslan and Selah grow with mom and dad in the home, something I know nothing of.  It brings a smile to my face to think of the fact that curse has been broken, pretty sinkin cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please comment and let me know what you think...ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-4606137549946996047?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/4606137549946996047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=4606137549946996047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/4606137549946996047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/4606137549946996047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-we-are-at-dinner-tonight-and-i-ask.html' title='Out of the mouth....'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SMIMhSri-iI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c9Zh8epIp_g/s72-c/DSCF3635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-6962418406231296408</id><published>2008-09-03T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:17:39.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stand in awe....enough said</title><content type='html'>You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Too marvelous for words,&lt;br /&gt;Too wonderful for comprehension,&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing ever seen or heard.&lt;br /&gt;Who can grasp your infinite wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;Who can fathom the depth of your love?&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful beyond description,&lt;br /&gt;Majesty enthroned  a - bove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stand, I stand, in awe of you.&lt;br /&gt;I stand, I stand in awe of you.&lt;br /&gt;Holy God, to whom all praise is due,&lt;br /&gt;I stand In awe of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-6962418406231296408?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/6962418406231296408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=6962418406231296408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/6962418406231296408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/6962418406231296408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-stand-in-aweenough-said.html' title='I stand in awe....enough said'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-1781899680962162407</id><published>2008-09-02T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:48:17.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i owe, i owe, so off to work i go!</title><content type='html'>So im finishing off a 50 hours in five days work-a-thon and its not to bad.  Except for the 3.5 hours of sleep i have had in the last 30 hours, but hey, when i was younger i would laugh at sleep. Ha! i would say, and Ha! again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas i am no longer young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i gladly release my strangle hold on being so young if I recieve in return, time with the important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i want to introduce you to a few of the most important things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hot wife......SMOKIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SL2iDWqrsXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dZWmlexayfg/s1600-h/m_45b4c4297bcc502359f913d1d97f24c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SL2iDWqrsXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dZWmlexayfg/s320/m_45b4c4297bcc502359f913d1d97f24c3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241523719837036914" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Our cool kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SL2iYxw_yHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KpHqHYeTl5U/s1600-h/m_60dcd13a215a841b21e250f9b0bfbfdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SL2iYxw_yHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KpHqHYeTl5U/s320/m_60dcd13a215a841b21e250f9b0bfbfdd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241524087888529522" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Alright, I'm getting ready to eat some fuel/food, shower, and then go make Rideout hospita a little bit safer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM OUT G! YO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-1781899680962162407?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/1781899680962162407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=1781899680962162407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/1781899680962162407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/1781899680962162407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-owe-i-owe-so-off-to-work-i-go.html' title='i owe, i owe, so off to work i go!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SL2iDWqrsXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dZWmlexayfg/s72-c/m_45b4c4297bcc502359f913d1d97f24c3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-4413303706968363042</id><published>2008-09-01T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:45:37.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why Chartity says i should always smile.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SLzDaLw5voI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FNQHxPgwMDs/s1600-h/m_5b48399aa1b35ba3db06e59bc913761e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SLzDaLw5voI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FNQHxPgwMDs/s320/m_5b48399aa1b35ba3db06e59bc913761e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241278920954330754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am heading off to work in just 50 minutes.....i get off alittle early tomorrow because i go back to work at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so labor day was kina lame, no BBQ's or swimming, just alot of wind and allergies....sucks just alittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda looking forward to the grave yard shift maybe there will be some interesting people to watch tonight...the crazies do tend to show up in the ER from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way alkdjfa;lskjf;alksjdf;oijrfa;djfklamfoiajakfmlkds;fjaosfjklmfasl;kdjfalskjfasd;lfjsdfja;lskdfjl;askjfl;asdifj[erjfakdjdfkladjlkfja;lsdjf;oaijf;akjfkl;adsjfklasjdfklasjdf&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to get that off my chest.....good night or good morning.....gesh what ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-4413303706968363042?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/4413303706968363042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=4413303706968363042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/4413303706968363042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/4413303706968363042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-chartity-says-i-should-always-smile.html' title='why Chartity says i should always smile.....'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/SLzDaLw5voI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FNQHxPgwMDs/s72-c/m_5b48399aa1b35ba3db06e59bc913761e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-326504594488390755</id><published>2008-09-01T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:08:14.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>public safety?</title><content type='html'>so I got to work Saturday and a guy that I escorted off hospital grounds stopped at a flower planter to retrieve his 6 inch cooking knife. He was not cooking at the time.  We are called public safety and for the life of me all i could think of was my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not excited about the new kids on the block reunion. no really, I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um I think I am feeling the effects of sleep deprevation, um depravation....err depra..im real tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-326504594488390755?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/326504594488390755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=326504594488390755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/326504594488390755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/326504594488390755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/09/public-safety.html' title='public safety?'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-2745831453780704659</id><published>2008-02-09T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:56:42.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMP please!</title><content type='html'>The thought that my TiVo might be going 'kerplunk' really got me out of sorts.  i mean i might miss one of my favorite shows, and even worse if it's out for a few days then what happens to my schedule, my to do list, my season passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was thinking about cell phones, a few years ago, 8-10 to be exact hardly anyone had one.  Now even little kids have them, "what am i gonna do without my cell phone?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers and micro chips have wormed their way into every part of our lives, sometimes i wish, no i pray for a world wide EMP.  An Electro Magnetic pulse to wipe out and clear away so much of this technology that has corrupted our thinking, our living, our being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come quickly EMP...come quickly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-2745831453780704659?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2745831453780704659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=2745831453780704659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2745831453780704659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2745831453780704659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/02/emp-please.html' title='EMP please!'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406657628946692374.post-2365703941528283459</id><published>2008-02-02T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:16:02.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You ever get that feeling?</title><content type='html'>Like that in some way....GOd has a sense of humor above and beyond our human understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean the first shall be last....Ha! good stuff GOd, that’s rich....and reap what you sow.....hahahahahahah just some down right funny material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have a feeling that GOd is not amused by our lack of finding the humor in life’s little suddle nuances‘.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our limited world view most successful people strive for the next rung of the ladder....never mindful of who they must climb over to get to the top of what heap it is they are ascending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the least of these...those in our world who know of want and pain on a daily basis....a level of despair that most of us will never know, and that these so called "professionals" will never acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty hilarious sense of humor GOd...but im begging to see a pattern in GOds comedic timing....it is more likely for the junky on the street or "addict in the alley way" to  relate and subsequently "find" GOd than the "corporate" junky or "addict of the red carpet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there is the fall down funny concept of reaping what you sow...which sounds holistic and organic in thought but always seems to take a have more metallic sobering edge in execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bully who learns what torment is like on a different level in life from a boss or teacher or drill sergeant. The smoker who realizes all too soon that each puff brought him or her closer to the casket to soon. The husband who's cheating ways pushes his wife into the arms of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess in these two basic ideals im finding a deeper thought...a cosmic dance that GOd himself has let play on for thousands of years. We can stomp our feet and raise or fists toward heaven and curse GOd for His twisted funny bone when things don't appear to be going our way.  Or thank Him that in these obvious black comedies the moral of the story still stands...love others as you would be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406657628946692374-2365703941528283459?l=hamboneflippy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/feeds/2365703941528283459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406657628946692374&amp;postID=2365703941528283459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2365703941528283459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406657628946692374/posts/default/2365703941528283459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamboneflippy.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-ever-get-that-feeling.html' title='You ever get that feeling?'/><author><name>hambone flippy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11492378665633588969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBa6HEeHIDQ/R6VkGw58LzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hOjV-7rK3Sg/S220/m_1b604bca3e57864f5957d5c86edc53e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
