<?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-7324376125055975218</id><updated>2011-09-04T07:42:33.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happing Liv-ly After Ever</title><subtitle type='html'>Sharing my thoughts, my family happenings, and/or whatever random thoughts occur to me at the moment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-705052807339079069</id><published>2010-04-13T13:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:04:21.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Math</title><content type='html'>My younger son is 7 years old. I was recently watching him when he was just doodling on a white board. He drew a square, and wrote a number "5" on it. Then he drew squiggly lines coming out of the bottom of the square. He said they were roots. He dubbed the drawing "the square root of 5".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-705052807339079069?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/705052807339079069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-math.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/705052807339079069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/705052807339079069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-math.html' title='The New Math'/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-415087472655252950</id><published>2010-03-04T16:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:35:32.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost teeth</title><content type='html'>My 13-year-old son has several loose baby teeth. In some cases, the adult teeth have already come in next to them. He started yesterday to work on one that was really bothering him. After a lot of grunting and groaning, he finally got it out. This emboldened him to go to work on the next one, and the next one. He pulled three of his own teeth in one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-415087472655252950?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/415087472655252950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-teeth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/415087472655252950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/415087472655252950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-teeth.html' title='Lost teeth'/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-3026141827296457878</id><published>2009-12-29T12:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:35:13.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I really look old?</title><content type='html'>I've never before been accused of looking older than I am... until last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;We're dining at the Black-eyed Pea. I order the famous Chicken Fried Chicken. The waitress says, "do you want that from the regular menu, or the Senior menu?" If I'm not mistaken, at age 48, the Senior menu is still at least 7 years away.&lt;br /&gt;Most people have always said I look younger than I am. I must have aged very quickly in a short time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-3026141827296457878?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/3026141827296457878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-i-really-look-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/3026141827296457878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/3026141827296457878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-i-really-look-old.html' title='Do I really look old?'/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-7822956493097227092</id><published>2009-08-18T12:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:31:45.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story from the younger son</title><content type='html'>So, my wife is prodding the toes of our younger son's shoes to see how close he is to growing out of them. She says "Where are your toes?". He says "I don't know, they're in there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-7822956493097227092?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/7822956493097227092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-story-from-younger-son.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/7822956493097227092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/7822956493097227092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-story-from-younger-son.html' title='Funny story from the younger son'/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-961730515610372180</id><published>2009-08-07T13:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:50:32.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I get it, already</title><content type='html'>One thing in the movies that I think has already been done to death, is using computer graphics to make live animals look like they're really talking. I've been seeing movie after movie coming out with this special effect, and I think it's enough already.&lt;br /&gt;Just my little rant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-961730515610372180?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/961730515610372180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-get-it-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/961730515610372180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/961730515610372180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-get-it-already.html' title='I get it, already'/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-2963028689000594487</id><published>2009-06-03T15:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:09:12.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want is beside the point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There has been endless debate on the subject of using instruments of music to worship and praise to God. There's probably nothing that hasn't been said. But I feel compelled to put in my 2 cents' worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the most popular arguments in favor of instruments, is that the Bible "doesn't say not to".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are many ways in which God goes about letting us know what He wants, and what He doesn't want. Sometimes He tells us to do what He wants us to do. Sometimes He tells us not to do what He does not want us to do. In some cases, He will not tell us to do what he does not want us to do. God tells us to do what he said and "turn neither to the right or the left".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I strongly believe that if God wanted us to incorporate instruments in our praise to Him, He would have said so. We would not have known He wanted it unless He told us. But He didn't. So it must not have been important to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, if God did not ask us to use instruments, what is the only reason left for using them? It has to be because &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; want to use them. We ignore the fact that God did not command it, and place our own wants ahead of our consideration of what He does or does not want. It's amazing that so few people can see how dangerous that is. Many people who advocate instruments think it's a way of improving the praise we give to God; a better offering. But if it's better, it's only better to us. How arrogant to think that we can improve on what God has commanded. If it is being done God's way, then it is being done the best way it can be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyone who knows me, knows I love music of many kinds. Instrumental music has its place in entertainment, but not in worship. I'll admit that I might enjoy some spiritual songs with instruments added. But what sounds good to me is still unacceptable to God, and must be set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The tragic thing is not so much that people try to find ways of improving the form of worship. It is that they will push so hard for what "I Want", that it will get to the point of violating something that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; commanded in the Bible: the command for unity. "Let there be no divisions among you". Proponents of instrumental music have been so determined to get their way, that they are willing to discontinue fellowship with their brothers and sisters. "If you won't do things my way, I'll just go start my own church".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I believe that things like this are why the church has suffered such a decline in our effectiveness for growth in America. We can't reach out to those who are lost, because too much of our time and attention is devoted to debating things among ourselves that are not important, and dividing ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I so wish that churches would put these differences aside, unite, and concentrate our energy on what we are commanded to do. That is all that counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-2963028689000594487?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/2963028689000594487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-want-is-beside-point.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/2963028689000594487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/2963028689000594487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-want-is-beside-point.html' title='What I want is beside the point'/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-1402216535398902389</id><published>2009-04-13T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:49:30.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm better</title><content type='html'>"Better than what?" my dad would say. My whole face is working properly again. Still have a little bit of the unsteadiness left over from the vertigo. This is the beginning of my 2nd week back at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-1402216535398902389?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/1402216535398902389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/1402216535398902389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/1402216535398902389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-better.html' title='I&apos;m better'/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-6888661031019609499</id><published>2009-03-16T10:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:10:55.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell's Palsy</title><content type='html'>As of last Tuesday, I have a condition called Bell's Palsy. The muscles on the right side of my face will not respond as well as usual. Only the right side of my mouth will smile. My right eye takes great effort to blink; otherwise it stays open when my left eye blinks. I am on meds, and I'm told it's temporary. It's Monday now, and I see no signs of it going away. I guess I'll just have to keep waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-6888661031019609499?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/6888661031019609499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/03/bells-palsy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/6888661031019609499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/6888661031019609499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/03/bells-palsy.html' title='Bell&apos;s Palsy'/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-2331948569433626223</id><published>2009-03-04T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:03:47.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better week than last week</title><content type='html'>My uncle and sister are feeling better. Please continue to pray for my brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-2331948569433626223?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/2331948569433626223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-week-than-last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/2331948569433626223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/2331948569433626223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-week-than-last-week.html' title='Better week than last week'/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-68020852592531502</id><published>2009-03-01T20:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:31:46.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has not been a good news week. One friend passed away, very young and unexpectedly. My uncle and sister have been fighting infections, and just are not getting better. Another friend has a brain tumor and is not going to be around much longer. And my brother is going to have surgery on/near his brain.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for good news, or at least the lack of bad news, next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all, Happy March to everyone (so far I only have one reader of this blog...).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-68020852592531502?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/68020852592531502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-has-not-been-good-news-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/68020852592531502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/68020852592531502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-has-not-been-good-news-week.html' title=''/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324376125055975218.post-5686427062056934316</id><published>2009-02-18T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:18:43.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first blog post. Hopefully, I'll eventually have something of interest to post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324376125055975218-5686427062056934316?l=alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5686427062056934316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/5686427062056934316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324376125055975218/posts/default/5686427062056934316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysprinderella.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>drummerboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630266294968521881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
